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Show iences and luxuries which have of late grown to be so commonly regarded as necessities. It boasted, for instance, no garage; no refrigerating system maddened those dependent upon it; a dissipated electric lighting system never went out of nights, because it had never been installed; no brass-bound brass-bound hall boy lounged in desuetude upon the stoop and took too intimate and personal an interest in the tenants' ten-ants' correspondence. The inhabitants, inhabi-tants, in brief, were free to come and go according to the dictates of their consciences, unsupervised by neighborly1 neigh-borly1 women folk, unhindered by a parasitic corps of menials not in their personal employ. Wherefore was Maitland astonished, and the more so because of the season. At any other season of the year he would readily have accounted for the phenomenon that now fell under his observation, on the hypothesis that the woman was somebody's sister or cousin cous-in or aunt. But at present that explanation expla-nation was untenable; Maitland hap pened to know that not one of the other oth-er men was in New York, barring himself; and his own presence there was a thing entirely unforeseen. Still incredulous, he mentally conned the list: Barnes, who occupied the first flat, was traveling on the continent; con-tinent; Conkling, of the third, had left a fortnight since to join a yachting party on the Mediterranean; Bannister and Wilkes, of the fourth and fifth floors, respectively, were in Newport and Buenos Aires. "Odd!" concluded Maitland. So it was. She had just closed the door, one thought; and now stood poised as if in momentary indecision on the low stoop, glancing toward Fifth avenue the while she fumbled with a refractory button at the wrist of a long white kid glove. Blurred though it was by the darkling twilight and a thin veil, her face yet conveyed an impression of prettiness; an impression im-pression enhanced by careful grooming-. From her hat, a small affair, something green, with a superstructure superstruc-ture of gray ostrich feathers, to the tips of her russet shoes including a walking skirt and bolero of shimmering shimmer-ing gray silk she was distinctly "snlart" and interesting. He had keenly observant eyes, had Maitland, for all his detached pose; you are to understand that he comprehended com-prehended all these points in the flick- gotten architect's scheme a large and well-lighted apartment overlooking the street. Here, pausing beneath the chandelier, he looked about him "for a moment, determining that, as elsewhere, else-where, all things were in order but gray with dust. Finding the atmosphere heavy, stale and oppressive, Maitland moved over to the windows and threw them open. A gush of warm air, humid and redolent redo-lent of the streets, invaded the room, together with the roar of traffic from its near-by arteries. Maitland rested elbows on the sill and leaned out, staring star-ing absently into the night; for by now it was quite dark. Without concern, con-cern, he realized that he would be late at dinner. No matter; he would as willingly miss it altogether. For the time being he was absorbed in vain speculations about an unknown woman wom-an whose sole claim upon his consideration consid-eration lay in a certain but immaterial glamour of mystery. Had she, or had she not, been in the house? And, if the true answer were in the affirmative, affirma-tive, to what end, upon what errand? His eyes focused insensibly upon a void of darkness beneath him night made visible by street lamps; and he found himself suddenly "and acutely sensible of the wonder and mystery of the City; the City whose secret life ran fluent upon the hot, hard pavements pave-ments below, whose voice throbbed, sibilant, vague, strident, inarticulate, upon the night air; the City of which he was a part equally with the girl iu gray, whom he had never before seen, and in all likelihood was never to see again, though the two of them were to work out their destinies within the bounds of Manhattan island. And yet. . . . "It would be strange," said Maitland thoughtfully, "If . . ." He shook his head, smiling. " 'Two shall be born,' " quoted Mad Maitland, sentimentally senti-mentally " 'Two shall be born the whole wide world apart ' " A piano organ, having maliciously sneaked up beneath his window, drove him indoors with a crash of metallic melody. As he dropped the curtains his eye was arrested by a gleam of white upon his desk a letter placed there, doubtless, doubt-less, by O'Hagan in Maitland's absence. ab-sence. At the same time, a splashing -v-W ZOUIfdOJEPH mNGL COPYRIGHT I9QT THE fOBft.5 -HEft R Hl CO. ering of an instant. For the incident was over in two seconds. In one the lady's hesitation was resolved; in another an-other she had passed down the steps and swept by Maitland without giving him a glance, without even the trembling trem-bling of an eyelash. And he had a view of her back as she moved swiftly away toward the avenue. Perplexed, he lingered upon the stoop until she had turned the corner; after which he let himself in with a latch key, and, dismissing the affair temporarily from his thoughts, or pretending pre-tending to do so, ascended the single flight of stairs to his flat. Simultaneously heavy feet were to be heard clumping up the basement steps; 'tun 5U1511U5 ui naici iivjiil luc uuec- tion of the bathroom informed him that the janitor-valet was even then preparing his bath. But that could wait. Maitland took up the envelope and tore the flap, remarking the name and address of his lawyer in its upper left-hand left-hand corner. Unfolding the inclosure, ho read a date a week old, and two lines reqt esting him to communicate with his legal adviser upon "a matter of pressing moment." "Bother!" said Maitland. "What the dickens " He pulled up short, eyes lighting. "That's so, you know," he argued. "Bannerman will be delighted, and CHAPTER I. Dust. In the dull hot dusk of a summer's day a green touring car, swinging out of the East drive, pulled up smartly, trembling, at the edge of the Fifty-ninth Fifty-ninth street car tracks, then more sedately, se-dately, under the dispassionate but watchful eye of a mounted member of the traffic squad, lurched across the Plaza and merged itself in the press of vehicles south bound on the avenue. Its tonneau held four young men, all more or less disguised in dust, dusters dus-ters and goggles; forward, by the side of the grimy and anxious-eyed mechanic, mechan-ic, sat a fifth, in all visible-respects the counterpart of his companions. Beneath Be-neath his mask, and by this I do not mean his goggles, but the mask of modern manner which the worldly wear, he was, and is, different. He was Daniel Maitland, Esquire; for whom no further introduction should be required, after mention of the fact that he was, and remains, the identical gentleman of means and position in the social and financial worlds, whose somewhat sober but sincere and wholehearted whole-hearted participation in the wildest of conceivable escapades had earned him the affectionate regard of the younger set, together with the sobriquet of "Mad Maitland." His companions of the day, the four in the tonneau, were in that humor of subdued yet vibrant excitement which is apt to attend the conclusion of a long, hard drive over country roads. Maitland, on the other hand (judging particularity the programme of the coming hours. To begin with, 30 minutes were to be devoted to a bath and dressing in his rooms. This was something not so unpleasant to contemplate. It was the afterwards that repelled him: Dinner at Sherry's, the subsequent tour of roof gardens, the late supper at a club, and then, prolonged far into the small hours, the session around some green-covered green-covered table in a close room reeking with the fumes of good tobacco and hot with the fever of gambling. . . I. Abstractedly Maitland frowned, tersely summing up: "Beastly!" in an undertone. At this the green car wheeled abruptly ab-ruptly round a corner below Thirty-fourth Thirty-fourth street, slid half a block or more east, and came to a palpitating halt. Maitland, looking up, recognized the entrance to his apartments, and sighed with relief for the brief respite from boredom that was to be his. He rose, negligently shaking off his duster, and stepped down to the sidewalk. Somebody in the car called a warning after him, and turning for a moment he stood at attention, an eyebrow eye-brow raised quizzically, cigarette drooping from a corner of his mouth, hat pushed back from his forehead, hands in coat pockets; a tall, slender, sparsely built figure of a man, clothed immaculately in flannels. When at length he was able to make himself heard: "Good enough," he said clearly, though without rasing his voice. "Sherry's in an hour. Right. Now. behave yourselves." and surmising that the janitor was coming to light the hall, the young man waited, leaning over the balusters. balus-ters. His guess proving correct, he called down: . "O'Hagan? Is that you?" "Th' saints presarve us! But 'twas yersilf gave me th' sthart, Misther Maitland, sor!" O'Hagan paused in the gloom below, his upturned face quaintly illuminated by the flame of a wax taper in his gaslighter. "I'm dining in town to-night, O'Hagan, O'Ha-gan, and dropped around to dress. Is anybody else at home?" "Nivver a wan, sor. Shure, th' house do be quiet's anny tomb " "Then who was that lady, O'Hagan?" "Leddy, sor?" in unbounded amazement. amaze-ment. "Yes," impatiently. "A young woman wom-an left the house just as I was coming com-ing in. Who was she?" "Shure an' I think ye must be dr'amin', sor. Divvle a female ray-spicts ray-spicts to ye! has been in this house for manny an' manny th' wake, sor." "But, I tell you" "Belike 'twas somewan jist sthepped into the vesthibule, mebbe to tie her shoe, sor, and ye thought " "Oh, very well." Maitland relinquished relin-quished the inquisition as unprofitable, willing to concede O'Hagan's theory a reasonable one, the more readily since he himself could by no means have sworn that the woman had actually come out through the door. Such had merely been his impression, honest enough, but founded on circumstantial circumstan-tial evidence. "When you're through, O'Hagan," he ana even uusiuess is ueuer man rusn-ing rusn-ing round town and pretending to en; joy yourself when it's hotter than the seven brass hinges of hell and you can't think of anything else. . . . I'll do it!" He stepped quickly to the corner of the room, where stood the telephone upon a small side table, sat down, and, receiver .to ear, gave central a number. num-ber. In another moment he was in communication with his attorney's residence. res-idence. "Is Mr. Bannerman in? I would like to" "Why, Mr. Bannerman! How do you do?" "You're looking 100 per cent, better bet-ter " "Bad, mad word! Naughty! " "Maitland, of course." "Been out of town and just got your note." "Your beastly penchant for economy. econ-omy. It's not stamped; I presume you sent it round by hand of the future president of the United States whom you now employ as office boy.. And O'Hagan didn't forward it for that reason." "Important, eh? I'm only in for the night" "Then come and dine with me at the Primordial. I'll put the others off." "Good enough. In an hour, then? Good-by." Hanging up the receiver, Maitland waited a few moments ere again putting put-ting it to his ear. This time he called up Sherry's, asked for the head-waiter, and requested that person to be kind enough to make his excuses to "Mr. Cressy and party;" he, Maitland, was detained upon a matter of moment, but would endeavor to join them at a later hour. , Then, with a satisfied smile, he turned away, with purpose to dispose of Bannerman's note. "Bath's ready, sor." O'Hagan's announcement fell upon heedless ears. Maitland remained motionless mo-tionless before the desk transfixed with amazement. "Bath's ready, sor!" imperatively. Maitland roused slightly. "Very well; in a minute, O'Hagan." Yet for some time he did not move. Slowly the heavy brows contracted over intent eyes as he strove to puzzle puz-zle it out. At length his lips moved noiselessly. "Am I awake?" was the question he put his consciousness. Wondering, he bent forward and drew the tip of one forefinger across the black polished wood of the writing-bed. writing-bed. It left a dark, heavy line. And beside, clearly defined in the heavy layer of dust, was the silhouette of a hand: a woman's hand, small, delicate, unmistakably feminine of contour. "Well!" declared Maitland. frankly, "I am damned!" (TO BE CONTINUED.) him by his preoccupied pose), was already al-ready weary of, if not bored by, the hare-brained enterprise which, initiated in-itiated on the spur of an idle moment and directly due to a thoughtless remark re-mark of his own, had brought him 100 miles (or so) through the heat of a broiling afternoon, accompanied by spirits as ardent and irresponsible as his own, in search of the dubious distraction dis-traction afforded by the night side of the city. As, picking its way with elephantine nicety, the motor car progressed down the avenue twilight deepening, arcs upon their bronze columns blossoming suddenly, noiselessly into spheres of opalescent radiance Mr. Maitland ceased to respond, ceased even to give heed, to t lie running fire of chaff (largely personal) which amused his companions. Listlessly engaged with a cigarette, he lounged upon the green leather cushions, half closing his eyes, and heartily wished himself free for the evening. But he stood committed to the hu-B.or hu-B.or of the majority, and lacked ent .e-ly .e-ly the shadow of an excuse to desert; in addition to which he was altogether too lazy for the exertion of manufacturing manu-facturing a lie of serviceable texture. And so abandoned himself to his fate, even though he foresaw with wearifu; "Mind you show up on time!" "Never fear," returned Maitland over his shoulder. A witticism was flung back at him from the retreating car. but spent itself unregarded. Maitland's attention atten-tion was temporarily distracted by the unusual to say the least sight of a young and attractive woman coming out of a home for confirmed bachelors. The apartment house happened to be his own property. A substantial and old-fashioned edifice, situated in the middle of a quiet block, it contained con-tained but five roomy and comfortable suites in other words, one to a floor; and these were without exception tenanted ten-anted by unmarried men of Maitland's Mait-land's own circle and acquaintance. The janitor, hirfftelf a widower and a convinced misogynist, lived alone in ihe basement. Barring very special and exceptional occasions 1 as when one of the bachelors felt called upon to give a tea in partial recognition of social obligations), the foot of woman never crossed its threshold. In this circumstance, indeed, was comprised the singular charm the house had for its occupants. The quality which insured them privacy and a quiet independence rendered them oblivious to its many minor drawbacks, its lack of manv convtn- told the Irishman, "you may come and shave me and lay out my things, if you will." "Very good. sor. in wan minute." But O'Hagan's conception of the passage of time was a thought vague; his one minute had lengthened into ten before he appeared to wait upon his employer. Now and aain, in the absence of the regular "man," O'Hagan would attend at-tend one or another of the tenants in the capacity of substitute valet; as in the present instance, when Maitland. having left his host's roof without troubling even to notify his body-servant that he would not return that night, called upon the janitor to understudy under-study the more trained employe; which O'Hagan could be counted upon to do very acceptably. Now. with patience unruffled, since he was nothing keen for the evening's enjoyment. Maitland made profit of the interval to wander through his rooms, lighting the gas here and there and noting that all was as it should be. as it had been left save that every article of furniture and bric-a-brac seemed to be sadly in want of a thorough dusting. In the end he brought up in the room that served him as study and lounge the drawing room of the Hat, as planned in the for- |