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American investment. More jobs, higher wages. It was President Trump's promise when he championed the Tax Cuts and Jobs Act and American businesses delivered. Investing in U.S. manufacturing and equipment, increasing wages for American workers, and creating over half a million new jobs.

That's why he's fighting to do it again for American families, workers, and businesses. Tell Congress to extend and strengthen President Trump's tax reform. Paid for by Business Roundtable. The Crimson Patch by Augusta Huell Seaman. Suite number 403. So this was to be her home. And for three long months, Patricia Meade dropped her suitcase on a convenient chair and gazed curiously about her.

A hotel bedroom, with stiff-looking twin brass beds, two villa rockers, one straight chair, an imposing mahogany bureau, and one small table. Absolutely all the furniture, if one excepted the stiff draperies at the windows, and one or two not particularly artistic pastel pictures adorning the wall. Through a door and across an intervening sitting room, she could see another bedroom similarly equipped.

in the sitting-room her father captain meade was tipping the grinning bell-boy who had brought up their luggage a snub-nosed blue-eyed curly-haired young chap whose gaze was riveted adorningly on the captain's khaki uniform when the boy was gone the captain turned to the door of patricia's bedroom well honey i'm not much like home eh do you think you can stand it for three months hovvy if she hasn't got her suitcases and i'm packing it already

Patricia was indeed frantically flinging her belongings about. "'Oh, it's jolly,' she replied over her shoulder. "'Well, you're right about its not being much like home. "'I felt as if I'd just expire if I couldn't see things strewn around "'in a store of careless and cozy way, as if people really lived here.' She rose suddenly from her kneeling posture before the suitcase, ran across the room, and thumped both stiff pillows on the beds, knocking them a trifle awry. "'There!'

"'Now they look more like real beds that you sleep in and less like advertisements in the back of a magazine,' she laughed. "'The sitting room's a little better, with that big table and the pretty reading lamp and the comfortable chairs. "'But do let's get a lot of papers and magazines and books at once, and as I'm lying all around as we do at home, Mother would be scandalized. She's always picking them up after us.' She went rattling on.

and then stopped abruptly lips quivering eyes bright with sudden tears if mother could only be with us she sobbed no honey don't the captain soothed her laying his arm lovingly around her shoulder remember you're a soldier's daughter and well brace up mother's going to be beautifully taken care of in that sanatorium and aunt harriet is with her to keep her company

and incidentally to indulge in some little pet cures of her own on the side. "'But why did it have to happen just now?' called Patricia, refusing to be comforted. "'Is it any wonder that she broke down completely and had a bad case of nervous prostration after waiting over a year for me to come back from France? "'And feeling sure, too, for the last six months that she'd never see me alive again, "'after she heard I'd been taken to prison in Germany?'

"'It's enough to have broken down the nerve of a cavewoman, "'and your mother was always delicate. "'Oh, Daddy, it was like getting you back from the dead,' sighed Patricia, "'hiding her head in his shoulder and shuddering at the memory. "'And in three months you're going back again. "'But not to the dangers and horrors this time,' he reminded her "'and added half under his breath. "'Worse luck.'

fortunately or unfortunately my constitution will never stand the strain of trench life again after a few months of journeying prison diet etc but i am only too thankful that the government has found use for me in some other capacity patricia who had been perched on his knee snuggling her head in his coat collar suddenly sat up straight and looked him in the eyes

"'Daddy, can't you tell me what it is you're doing?' she begged. "'I don't ask just for idle curiosity. I want to understand. I want to help you if I can. "'I love America, and I am a soldier's daughter, and I want to act intelligently about things and be of some use. "'That's one reason I'm so glad you've allowed me to be with you in this strange big city in this great hotel for three months.'

"'Besides the joy of not being separated from you before you go back to Europe again for goodness knows how long, I want to do something for my country, too.' The captain stroked his short mustache for several silent moments before answering. "'I quite understand how you feel,' he said at length, "'and I appreciate it. You're seventeen, Patricia. Almost a woman grown. I know I could trust you utterly with the whole thing, but it isn't wise. In fact, it isn't even allowable.'

a government secret is a government secret and cannot be revealed even to ones nearest and dearest this much only i can tell you while i was a prisoner i stumbled upon a very valuable secret something new possessed by the enemy which however they have not had the augumption to make use of properly but i saw that it could be vastly improved upon and made a hundred times more effective the government has charged me with this task and i am to take it back with me when i go

It's a very vital and important thing, Patricia. It may turn the tide for us. More I cannot tell you. It would not be wise nor even safe for you to know. You can help me most by appearing to know nothing whatever about my affairs. Remember that. To know nothing whatever happens. He was interrupted by a loud knocking at the door and went to open it. Telegram for you, sir, grinned the bellboy of the snub-nosed and twinkling eyes. Captain Meador opened hastily.

"'Here's a pretty pickle,' he exclaimed, handing the yellow slip to Patricia. "'Your Aunt Evelyn fell yesterday, just before she was to take the train from Chicago to meet us here, and will be laid up for the next six or eight weeks with a broken leg.'" "'Just like Evelyn,' he added impatiently. "'She was always the worst youngster for falling down and getting damaged at critical moments. She's kept it up consistently all the rest of her life. I'm sorry for her, of course, but what on earth are we to do?'

They stared blankly at each other. "'Poor Aunt Evelyn,' sighed Patricia sympathetically. "'She was looking forward so to this three-month holiday. She wrote that she hadn't been away from home even a week for the last ten years, and was going to enjoy the rest so much. I'm awfully sorry for her. She'll be so disappointed.' "'Yes, but that doesn't solve the problem of what we're going to do,' argued the captain.'

"'She was to be your companion here. "'I can't be around all the time. "'I may even have to be away several days at a time. "'A young girl like you can't stay alone in a big hotel. "'What in Sancho are we going to do?' "'He ran his hands through his hair despairingly. "'It was only on the basis of her being able to join us "'that your mother and I consented to this arrangement at all. "'I guess now you'll have to go out to Chicago and stay with her after all. "'There's nowhere else for you to go.'

"'Oh, Daddy, Daddy, don't!' implored Patricia, hurling herself at him in a panic. "'I couldn't. I simply couldn't stand being parted from you now. I'd have the most miserable time there. Aunt Evelyn would be in bed and a trained nurse puttering around her all the time. I know her. And there'd be nothing to do and I'd be simply wretched and unhappy all the while.'

"'We can have such a cozy time here, just you and I. "'I'll promise to be very good and quiet and read a lot "'and stay here in our own suite all by myself when you are away. "'I've brought a lot of fancy work, too, "'and I'm going to do red cross knitting "'and make all my Christmas presents during these three summer months, "'so I'll be very, very busy. "'Do say yes, Daddy.' "'Captain Mead looked only half convinced. "'I don't like it at all, Patricia.'

It will not only be lonely for you, it may possibly even be dangerous. There are spies about us all the time. They should happen to nose out my mission. They'd no doubt try to make it hot for me, and for you too. Your Aunt Evelyn was to be your safeguard. But now, Patricia suddenly interrupted him. Do you have to go away for any length of time very soon? I mean, to go for several days? Well, no, he admitted.

i'm supposed to be giving lectures at the churches and ymcas of this city and hear about my experiences as a prisoner that however is hardly more than a blind to cover my real work it will take me away some afternoons and evenings but i shall not stay away overnight for a few weeks yet in all likelihood then daddy urged the wily patricia grasping eagerly at the straw

"'Until you find you have really to be absent for any length of time, let me stay with you. "'If later on you should find you must go, then we can see what to do. "'Meantime, let's be happy together for a while and see what's going to turn out. "'I'll even go to Chicago, then, if you insist, and you'll only let me stay here with you for a while.' "'And then Captain Meade relinquished the argument, glad to settle the vexed question, at least temporarily. "'Very well,' he said, a trifle reluctantly.'

"'Say you shall, since you wish it so, at least for a while. "'But, Patricia, attend to what I am going to say "'and never forget it under any circumstances. "'It's an old saying that walls have ears, "'but it was never truer than it is these days and in a big hotel. "'Trust no one. "'Hear everything, see everything, and say nothing. "'My very life, and even yours too, "'may depend upon your obeying in this implicitly.'"

Patricia nodded gravely. "'I understand, father,' was all she replied, but her brain was a whirl with feverish, delicious excitement. "'Spies, danger, secret mission.' The magic words gave her indescribable thrill, and yet, with it all, she realized too the gravity of the affair. The realization served to give her a mental balance beyond her years."

But now let's go down to dinner, cried the captain gaily, glad to change to a subject less tense. I have an appetite worthy of an ex-prisoner in a German camp. As they passed out into the corridor, Patricia glanced up at the number over the door. Suite number 403, she murmured, squeezing her father's arm. Now I wonder just what's going to happen to us while this is our home number. End of chapter one, read by Cassandra A.M.

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They made their way through the long corridors, down the elevator, past the cozy sun parlors, and into the imposing dining room. To Patricia, it was all a splendid adventure, even without the strange new element so recently hinted at by her father. Daddy, she began when they were settled at a comfortable table for two in a remote corner. I wonder if you realize how simply heavenly it is for me to sit down to a meal like this.

not to speak of all the meals to come and pick out just exactly what i want to eat without having cooked or helped to cook them all beforehand and knowing i won't have to wash the dishes afterward she picked up the menu and scanned it luxuriously

now i think some cream of asparagus soup and a tenderloin steak and some nice french fried potatoes would just suit me to-night there was no response to her remark and glancing up curiously she found her father's gaze riveted on the waiter who had just arrived to take their order patricia too turned her attention to the man and found him a singularly unprepossessing individual he was of medium height with a swarthy skin and black hair plastered closely down the sides of his head

his eyebrows were extremely black and bushy and one eyelid drooped conspicuously several of his prominent front teeth were of gold and gleamed in a sinister manner when he spoke his voice was thick and husky and had a foreign accent are you to be the regular man for this table questioned the captain the man merely nodded in sullen affirmation

i want to know your name pursued captain meade i expect to be here some time and may keep this table and if i'm going to have any one about me regularly i prefer to call him by the name that belongs to him what's yours peter stoger still sullenly what nationality swiss very well peter you may take our order and without further remark the captain dismissed him

"'Daddy, I don't like that man,' whispered Patricia when he was gone. "'He looks like an alien enemy. I don't believe he's Swiss at all. Can't we have another? I know he's going to make me uncomfortable and worry me.' "'Oh, he's all right,' replied the captain easily. "'You must learn not to mind an unprepossessing outer appearance. If he makes a good waiter, nothing else about him will matter much to us. Don't get spies on the brain.'"

patricia subsided unconvinced and they both gazed quietly about them for the few moments while they were waiting to be served oh daddy whispered patricia don't look for a minute or two but isn't that a lovely woman at the table diagonally at our right just a little behind you she reminds me somehow of aunt evelyn and there's a pretty girl with her just about my age i should think but i wonder what makes her look so queer and cross and sullen

after a proper interval captain meade glanced in the direction indicated the woman's appearance was certainly striking enough to attract attention in any assembly her wavy gray hair was elaborately dressed and she had large liquid brown eyes she was beautifully if quietly gowned and was of imposing height and build she does look a little like your aunt evelyn he agreed only much handsomer and more imposing the young person with her doesn't seem to be enjoying life somehow

the girl in question did indeed appear very unhappy she was fifteen or sixteen years old but of a slight fragile build that made her seem younger her hair a mass of dark curls was tied back simply at the nape of her neck but her lovely face was marred by a pouting sullen mouth and her big dark eyes gazed about her with an expression that struck patricia as one half frightened half rebellious she did not often look about her however but kept her gaze in the main riveted on her plate

her companion chatted with her almost continuously but she answered only in monosyllables or not at all they were a strange pair patricia could not understand them at all nor could she for the remainder of her meal keep her eyes long from turning toward their table the older woman fascinated her not only by her handsome appearance and vague resemblance to her aunt but also because of some subtle attraction in her vivacious manner

once she looked up suddenly caught patricia's gaze fixed on her and smiled in so winning a manner that patricia was impelled to smile back in response the girl puzzled her by her strange inexplicable conduct toward one who was so evidently interested and absorbed in her patricia found herself wondering more and more what could be the relationship between the two

But their own meal now delightfully finished with French ice cream and tiny cups of black coffee, Patricia and her father rose to leave the dining room. Their way led directly past the table that had so deeply interested Patricia. As she approached it, she noticed that a dainty handkerchief belonging to the older woman had fallen unheeded to the floor at her side. Stooping to pick it up, Patricia restored it and was rewarded by another charming smile and a "thank you, dear."

but in the same instant her eye caught that of the young girl and was held by it for a long tense moment patricia was no practised reader of expression but it seemed to her that in this moment fear hope dread and longing were all mirrored successively in the beautiful dark eyes raised to her face

then the lids were dropped and the girl went on eating in apparent unconcern patricia and her father passed on they had almost reached the door of the big dining-room when captain meade stopped suddenly to grasp the hand of an elderly lady seated at a table near the door mrs quail by all things unexpected how do you happen to be here let me present my daughter patricia patricia made her best courtesy to one of the quaintest little elderly ladies she thought she had ever seen

delighted to know patricia began mrs quail i am here by virtue of having my house burned down not exactly over my head but while i was away in new haven carelessness of old juno my colored cook she would keep too hot a range fire and overheated the chimney at any rate here i am till the thing is rebuilt and a precious long job their making of it with all these war-time restrictions

"'So this is Patricia. I saw her once before when she was a tiny baby. Are you staying here, Captain Meade?' The captain sketched briefly for her the reason of their presence in the big hotel, his wife's breakdown and departure to a sanatorium, the closing up of their home and his coming with Patricia for a combination of holiday for her and lecture program for him to this distant city, of their disappointment about Aunt Evelyn and their consequent predicament.'

well don't worry your head another moment about patricia laughed mrs quayle fate seems to have arranged things very nicely that i should be here to act as her chaperone whenever necessary and general advisor at all times my suite is 720 ninth floor be sure you call on me soon patricia and we'll get really acquainted in short order your father played in my backyard as a child his house was right next door to ours and so i feel quite like a grandmother to you

i like mrs quail daddy patricia confided to her father as they were ascending to their rooms in the elevator i like the way her hair is fixed in those queer old-fashioned scallops and her dear round soft face and her jolly manner but how is it i've never heard you speak of her before

she is an old friend of my boyhood days replied her father and as she said we used to live next door to her i don't know why i didn't think of her right away when your aunt's telegram came i shouldn't have hesitated to take you straight to her and put you in her care however if her house is out of commission and she's staying here it answers the purpose even better

you must be sure to call on her in her rooms to-morrow now i'm afraid you're in for a lonely evening patricia for i have an important business matter to attend to and may be detained rather late telephone down to the office for anything you need or any attention you want but don't leave these rooms on any consideration short of a fire to-morrow we'll do the town and go out somewhere in the evening so i hope you won't be lonely to-night eh honey indeed i won't be lonely don't you worry about me a minute agreed patricia i've heaps of things to do

when captain meade had gone patricia flew about busily occupying herself with unpacking her trunk and making her bedroom a little more homelike with a few of her own personal knick-knacks and belongings

when this occupation could be prolonged no further she sank down in a cozy chair by the table in the living room intending to read a magazine but in reality to dream delightfully over the events of the day and her father's strange half exhilarating half terrifying hints a great hotel full of people literally hundreds of them coming and going continually some of them friends some of them enemies perhaps and she patricia meade in the center of it she and her father the very center of a whirlpool of plots in danger perhaps

then more sober thought reminded her that there was in all probability no likelihood of anything particularly thrilling except in her own imagination and she laughed at herself for romancing so foolishly

they would have a very delightful holiday she and her father he would accompany safely and without difficulty the mission that occupied him they would return home to a reunited household at the end of the summer and then he would go away over there again at this point in her reverie she suddenly dropped into an unpleasant depression and decided to send for a sandwich and a glass of milk

milk, write a tiny note to her mother and go to bed. All at once she realized how very tired she was and how the excitement and exhilaration had all evaporated, leaving only weariness in their place. Rather timidly she telephoned her order to the office and sat down again to await its arrival. Five minutes later she answered a knock at the door to find the grinning, imp-like bellboy of their first encounter standing there with a tray. "Didn't have no chicken left, ma'am, so I got you tongue. Best I could do," he vouchsafed.

oh thanks that will do just as well she replied then something impelled her to inquire do you always answer the calls in this corridor yep at least i try to work in that way i got a reason he ended darkly a reason what is it she asked idly not allowed to tell state secret governor forbids it he grinned and patricia found herself laughing as much at his serio-comic expression as at his very apparent nonsense anything else wanted he ended

Nothing but your name, she replied, following her father's tactics. If you're going to be around here regularly, my father would like to know it.

"'Oh, it's Chet. Just Chet Jackson,' he said, apparently a trifle dumbfounded to think that anyone should care to know it. To the hotel at large he was only number twenty-seven. "'Well, good night. That will be all, I think,' and Patricia turned back into her room to lay the tray on the table. But as she retraced her steps to close the door, she suddenly remembered that she had meant to order ice water for the night also, and walked out into the corridor to see if Chester were still in sight.'

he was not however and she turned back toward her own door murmuring oh well it doesn't really matter i don't want to bother phoning down again daddy can send for it when he comes in what impelled her just at that instant to turn her head and glance over her shoulder she never quite knew perhaps if she had not if she had gone quietly in and closed her door all future events might have been different at any rate turn her head she did drawn by some mysterious power and beheld a curious sight

a door diagonally opposite her own across the corridor was standing a trifle ajar it had not been so while she was talking to the bell-boy of that she was positive nor had she heard the faintest sound of its being opened and in the opening was framed a face gazing at her absorbedly intently patricia's heart gave a sudden leap it was the face of the young girl she had noticed in the dining-room so unexpected to both was this encounter of eyes that for a long instant neither could remove her gaze

Patricia was first to recover her poise. Moreover, truth to tell, she was even a trifle pleased at this opportunity to break the growing monotony of the evening. She smiled her friendliest smile at the face across the corridor, and with its resultant effect on the girl in the opposite doorway, she was not a little astonished. The expression in the big black eyes changed suddenly from a watchfulness to wonder, and a slow, reluctant answering smile curved the sullen mouth.

the effect was like a shaft of sunlight breaking through a black cloud i was looking for our bell-boy patricia called across laughingly and informally he escaped before i could speak about bringing ice-water the girl in the opposite doorway suddenly realized that her presence too might call for some explanation i was looking for my for mademoiselle van der poel she hesitated she has gone out i am a little lonely and was watching for her to return

she spoke with a noticeably foreign accent and her manner was reticent and confused but patricia for some inexplicable reason felt immediately drawn to her the girl was lonely so was she what possible objection could there be to spending a while in each other's company

Why, I'm lonely too, she vouchsafed. My father was to be away all the evening. Won't you come in and sit with me a while? I have a couple of sandwiches that we can divide, or I can send for more. Do come. For a moment it seemed as if the girl were about to consent. A surprised, dimbling smile lit her face for an instant, and she replied, Oh, thanks, since you were so—

at this moment the door of the room adjoining hers opened and a waiter came out bearing in his hands a tray of used dishes and passed directly between them down the corridor he glanced neither to the right nor left and disappeared in a moment down the turning of the end of the hall

patricia realized with a tiny qualm of dislike that it was the waiter of her own table but his passing had broken the spell of the new acquaintance i thank you but-but this evening i must stay in the room the girl resumed inexplicably contradicting what she had plainly intended to say at first the bright smile was gone her face had again assumed a clouded sullen expression patricia was thoroughly puzzled

well that's too bad was all she could find to reply same here or perhaps i could run over to you are you staying here long i think so i am not sure how long

oh well then we'll have plenty of time to get appointed good-night patricia ended pleasantly as she closed her door but sitting alone and nibbling her sandwiches later she found herself vexed with many puzzling surmises who was this strange interesting appealing foreign girl what was her relation to the beautiful woman she called mademoiselle vanderpoel why had she appeared to assent to the invitation so gladly and suddenly retracted after the passing of the man peter stoker

I like her, though, thought Patricia confusedly. And yet I can't for the life of me tell why. I can't make her out. I don't believe what she said about looking for the woman to come back. I think that was only an excuse. I firmly believe she was watching me. But why? There's something queer about the whole thing. But no matter what happens, I'm going to make a desperate effort to get better acquainted with her. I believe we're going to be friends. End of section two.

CHAPTER THREE OF THE CRIMSON PATCH This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. THE CRIMSON PATCH by Augusta Hewell-Seman CHAPTER THREE THE SHADOW ON THE WALL In spite of her resolution to get better acquainted with her mysterious neighbor, however, Patricia made no further progress in that direction for several days.

These were spent in a round of sightseeing with her father, through the big busy manufacturing city in which they were staying at present, so absorbed in its war work and munition making. After that, came a series of delightful trolley trips, through the distant and picturesque parts of the surrounding country. And when she was at leisure at all, Patricia spent not a little time with Mrs. Quayle, finding a real delight in her quaint, sunny, comfortable company.

During their wanderings, it chanced that she and her father took few meals at the hotel, and thus it fell out that she saw nothing or almost nothing of the curious couple that had so interested her on the first night. Once indeed she did have a brief glimpse of them at breakfast, but the older woman only acknowledged her presence by a friendly little nod. The girl never so much as turned her head or looked in Patricia's direction,

Then, on the sixth morning after their arrival, came a change. Captain Meade announced it as they were taking their leisurely breakfast. "'We've done all the gadding about that I'll be able to indulge in for a while,' he told her. "'I must settle down to business now, and I'm afraid you'll be left pretty much on your own hands.'

"'Well, to tell the truth, I don't mind very much,' she replied, lazily dallying with the grapefruit. "'I'm so tired of being on the go that I'll appreciate a little rest and quietness.'

I must go off this morning and be gone almost all day, went on Captain Meade. You will be a little lonely, perhaps, but there's always Mrs. Quail. Don't rush her too much, however. Remember, she's a very busy woman, but you can always turn to her in emergencies or if you need advice.

"'No, I won't bother her,' returned Patricia. "'And I think I'll spend the morning over at the seawall in the park. I love it there. And it's just the place to take some knitting and a book, and perhaps write some letters. Will you be back to lunch?' I hardly expect to. "'Order a lunch sent to the room, or go down to the dining room, if you prefer. But don't wait for me.' "'Oh, I'll have my luncheon sent upstairs, I guess,' sighed Patricia."

I detest that Peter Stodger more every time I see him. I feel as if he were spying on me constantly. I can't understand why you don't realize it, too. The captain smiled as they rose to leave the table. Poor Peter would be surprised, and horrified probably, if he realized he was posing as a German spy for your benefit. But suit yourself, Patricia, about luncheon.

and don't be alarmed if i'm not back till late if i'm not here by dinner-time ask mrs quail if you may dine at her table i surely will agreed patricia and i-i beg your pardon the latter remark she addressed suddenly to the handsome woman whom she now knew as madame vanderpoel who was breakfasting alone at her own table and as they were passing had touched patricia a trifle hesitantly on the arm

"'It is I that must beg your pardon,' she answered. "'I am going to be so bold as to ask a very great favor, though I do not even know you, but I am in great trouble and perplexity this morning.' "'Why, I'll be glad to do anything, of course,' began Patricia, in surprise. "'I was sure you would. I read it in your face. That's why I ask.'

Madame Vanderpool hurried on. I am called away to New York this morning on the most urgent business, something that cannot be postponed. Unfortunately, my dear little charge, Virginie, Mademoiselle Deveau, is quite miserable. A violent, nervous headache. She is subject to them frequently, poor little soul.

I dread to leave her alone all day in the care of that stupid chambermaid. Yet my business is such that I simply cannot postpone it. Would it be imposing too much on your kindness to ask you to stop in there occasionally, just for a moment or two, to see that she is as comfortable as possible? You are, I believe, just across the hall from us, so it would not be a long journey. Why, I'll be delighted to, agreed Patricia heartily.

"'I'll sit with her just as long as she cares to have me. "'Don't worry about her at all. "'I'm famous as a nurse, too, "'for my mother never has been very well, "'and I'm used to waiting on her. "'Oh, thank you so much,' breathed Madame Vanderpool, "'seemingly much relieved. "'I'll be so much easier in the mind. "'I leave almost at once after breakfast. "'Go in as soon as you like. "'Just knock at the door and open it. "'I'll leave it unlocked. "'I can never repay your kindness.'

"'That solves the problem of my day for me, Daddy,' remarked Patricia when they were back in their rooms. "'I'll stay around here and visit Virginie DeVos. My, but I'm glad I know her name at last, every little while. I've been real anxious to meet her and didn't know how I was going to get the chance.' But the captain frowned a little doubtfully. "'It's all right, I suppose, and you couldn't very well refuse. But I rather wish you didn't have to come in contact with any strangers here.'

They may be all right, and they may not. These are queer times, and you can't trust anyone. Get Mrs. Quayle to go in with you if possible, and don't stay there more than 15 minutes at any time. Patricia opened her eyes wide with astonishment. Well, of all things, you don't suspect people like that of anything queer, do you? I suspect no one and trust no one in this entire establishment, except, of course, Mrs. Quayle.

But don't get another attack of spies on the brain, just because I warned you to be ordinarily cautious. It's probably all right. I'll be back by eight o'clock anyway. Now goodbye, honey, and take care of yourself. Patricia waited until nearly ten o'clock before assaying her first visit to the sick girl across the hall. Then, obedient to her father's injunction, she called up Mrs. Quayle on the house phone to ask if that lady would find it convenient to accompany her.

But the clerk at the desk informed her that Mrs. Quayle had gone out for the day, leaving only her maid. Patricia had seen this woman several times. Quiet, elderly, and noticeably hard of hearing. And who, Mrs. Quayle said, had been in her service for many years. So Patricia was left with no alternative but to make her first venture alone.

I'm sure Daddy wouldn't want me to neglect the poor little sick thing, even if Mrs. Coyle isn't there, she told herself as she knocked at the door of number 404 across the hall. She had vaguely expected to find the sick girl in bed, her head swathed in bandages, the room darkened and orderly. The sight that met her eyes as she entered, at a half-muffled, "'Come in,' was as different as possible from that picture."

The room was in great disorder and bright with the glare of the morning sun. Both of the twin beds were unmade and empty. But at one of the windows, her back to the room, stood Virginie Deveaux staring out into the street. She did not turn around as Patricia entered. "'I beg your pardon. Good morning,' ventured Patricia timidly."

I came at the request of your... of Madame Vanderpool, who said you were ill. Is there anything I can do for you? Oughtn't you to be in bed? Still with her back to her visitor, Virginie shook her head. Suddenly, however, she whirled around. Her eyes were red and swollen with crying, but there were no tears in them now.

"'Thank you, oh, very much. It is so thoughtful of you to come. My head does not ache. At least, not now. I am better. I do not need any care. But surely there must be something the matter. You cannot be feeling quite well. Madame Vanderpool said you were suffering severely,' returned Patricia, thoroughly puzzled. "'Whatever it was, I'm better now,' muttered the girl, almost sullenly."

but you are-you are so kind she added and her eyes lit up with a friendly gleam for an instant look here cried patricia in sudden determination perhaps you are feeling better but your headache may return

Now I have a plan to propose. It's very hot and glaring and noisy in this room. You see, it's on the street side, and you get all the racket from this busy avenue. Besides that, it hasn't been made up yet. Come over and spend the morning in our sitting room with me. It's so quiet and pleasant there, for it faces the little park at the back. I'll darken it up, and you can lie on the couch. And I'll read or talk to you, or just let you alone to sleep. Please come."

Her manner was so cordial, so urgent and convincing that Virginie visibly wavered. "'I ought—I ought not,' she hesitated. "'You do not know. You cannot know.' "'Oh, nonsense!' cried Patricia impatiently. "'What earthly reason could there be for not coming? Just come right along, and we'll have a lovely time. I'm awfully lonesome, and you probably would be too, alone here all day. So come!'

Very reluctantly, the girl assented and followed Patricia. Once established in the cool, pleasant, half-darkened sitting room, however, her hesitancy seemed suddenly to vanish. Patricia insisted that she occupy the couch, which she finally consented to do, though patently more to please her hostess than herself. I am not sick, my head does not ache at all. Madame Vanderpool was, er, mistaken,

And indeed, she looked the picture of health, now that her eyes were returning to a normal appearance. "'Never mind. She must have been worried about you, or she wouldn't have asked me to see you. So lie down here for a while, and I'll sit by you and do this fancy work. I suppose I ought to be knitting, but I do get so tired of it at times. Do you ever embroider?' "'Ah, I love it,' cried Virginie, in sudden enthusiasm.'

anything of the artistic I love and have studied to do. It was when she grew excited, Patricia noticed, that her language became a trifle confused. "'Tell me,' Patricia suddenly asked, "'that is, if you don't mind, what nationality are you? I had thought, perhaps, you were French.' The girl's manner again grew restrained, but she only replied in a voice very low and tense, "'I am a Belgian.'

Patricia impulsively dropped down on her knees by the couch and took both of Virginie's hands in her own. "'You poor, poor darling,' she murmured. "'And did you—were you driven out of the country?'

We lived in Antwerp, Virginie replied simply. My father and I have always lived there. My mother is long dead. When the war came, I was being educated in one of the best schools. At first, it was thought there would be no danger. Antwerp was thought to be what you call impregnable.

Then, when the Germans had taken Malines and Louvain and Liège, Madame van der Poel, she's my mother's sister-in-law, came to take me away from the school, to take me to England. She told my father it was too dangerous, that he should flee also. But he would not go. He is an old man, and I am the last of his children. He was too old for army service. But he said he would remain and defend his villa there, in Antwerp. He declared the city could not be taken.

but he insisted that I go away to England to safety. He sent me from him, though it broke our two hearts, and I have never seen him since. You know what happened to Antwerp. She hid her face in the pillow and shook with unrepressed sobbing. Patricia knew not what to say to comfort the stricken girl. For several moments, she only smoothed the dark hair in silence, but her touch was evidently soothing, for Virginie presently sat up and dried her eyes.

She continued no further, however, with any personal disclosures. We too have suffered, began Patricia, thinking to divert her mind from herself. Suffered dreadfully. You know, my father went over with the army when the war first broke out here. And when we bade him goodbye, we knew there was a big chance of never seeing him again. But when we got word a few months later that he had been wounded and taken prisoner by the Germans, we were sure we wouldn't.

The suspense was simply frightful. I never want to go through such a thing again as long as I live. Six months it was and we had no idea what had happened to him. We almost hoped he was dead because the things we read as of happenings to the prisoners were so unspeakable. And then he escaped and came back to us. And we never knew a thing about it till he was brought home one day. I thought mother would die with the joy of it.

She's in a sanatorium now, getting over the shock of it all. So you see, Virginie dear, I know what you have suffered, and I'm sure your troubles are going to vanish, just as ours did. But Virginie only shook her head. It is not possible. You do not know all. You cannot. My father is, perhaps, worse than dead. He... But still, I feel very close to you. We have both suffered. We understand each other.

"'I—' "'I love you!' And she kissed Patricia impulsively on both cheeks. Another silence followed, the girls sitting close together on the couch in wordless, understanding sympathy. Suddenly, Virginie sprang to her feet, her dark eyes gleaming. "'Hush, listen!' she cried. "'I hear a strange rustling outside the door. Can it be someone listening?' She hurried to the door and pulled it open, Patricia close at her heels. The corridor was empty."

It was probably only a maid going by, laughed Patricia. You're as scary as I am, I do believe. I heard it too. But let's settle down again. I'm sure we're going to be the best kind of friends. Isn't it lucky we're right across the hall from each other? But Virginie did not assent to the latter question. Instead, she put one of her own. Do you speak French at all? She inquired.

"'I have studied the English, but I speak it with difficulty. I think only in French, and I can express myself better in that tongue. It is my native language.' "'Oh, I'd love to talk French with you,' agreed Patricia joyfully. "'Father made me study it and speak it with him ever since I was a little girl, but I haven't had much practice in it lately, and I don't believe my accent is very good. We'll use it all the time, and you can tell me when I make mistakes.'

So they began to chatter in French, to Virginie's evident relief, and her manner presently lost much of its restraint. At noon, Patricia sent down for a delicious luncheon to be served for them both in the room, but was thoroughly disgusted to find that her pet aversion, Pete's Dodger, had been sent up with it. And though he seemed anxious to arrange the table for them, she summarily dismissed him, shutting and locking the door after him with a shudder,

I thoroughly detest that man, she confided to Virginie. And rather to her surprise, Virginie heartily agreed with her. I know. I feel a great dislike toward him. I think he is an enemy. I think he is watching. Precisely what I thought.

cried Patricia. Isn't it queer that we both felt the same about him? Ugh, I wish now that we'd gone down to the dining room. We could have sat at your table. You have another waiter. Well, never mind. Let's enjoy ourselves now anyway.

The afternoon wore away, finding the two girls still in each other's company, still exchanging girlish confidences over fancy work and books. But they did not refer again to Virginie's father, and both seemed to avoid any reference to war subjects in general. Patricia longed to take the girl more into her own confidence about her father and his affairs, but mindful of Captain Meade's constantly reiterated warnings, she resisted the impulse.

At half past five, Virginie remarked that she must return to her room and dress for dinner, as Madame Vanderpool would soon be back. "'Tell me,' asked Patricia, "'why do you not call her aunt? As she is your mother's sister-in-law, it wouldn't be natural.' Virginie suddenly retired to her shell again. "'I never have,' was all that she vouchsafed. "'I do not know why that is.' They were walking toward the door as she replied."

All at once, she stopped, tensely rigid. "'There it is again!' she whispered. "'Do you not hear it?' There was indeed a curious, intermittent sound, as of someone cautiously tiptoeing down the carpeted corridor. Patricia opened the door with a quick jerk. The hall again was empty, but at the far end of the corridor, where it turned into another, the wall was illuminated by a brilliant patch of sunlight from some window out of sight."

and blackly on that patch of sunlight, as on a lighted screen, was outlined the silhouette of a man's form and of something else that he evidently carried in his hands. You see, whispered Virginie, clinging to Patricia spasmodically. Yes, I see, answered Patricia. The motionless silhouette was unmistakably the form of Peter Stodger carrying a tray. End of chapter three, read by Kimberly Bonin.

Section 4 of The Crimson Patch. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Read by Du Bois, Orlando, August 22, 2023. The Crimson Patch by Augusta Weill Seaman. Chapter 4, The Crimson Patch.

I don't like it at all somehow, and yet I can't exactly tell you why. Captain Meade shuffled the books and magazines on the sitting room table, rearranging them precisely and absentmindedly. On his forehead was an anxious frown. But Daddy, cried Patricia, what possible objection can there be to my being friends with that lovely girl? She is so lonely and so sad. I just love her already.

think what she has suffered and is still suffering it seems as if it would be simply cruel not to be friends with her now after what she has told me but the very things you've told me about her and your conversations with her make me feel there's something strange about the whole affair she's not as candid and open in manner as i should like

She seems to be hiding something all the time, and her relationship to that Madame van der Poel appears singular. She says the woman is her aunt by marriage.

Yet she doesn't seem to care to call herself. I'm deeply sorry for the girl if her story is true, as it probably is, but I feel as if there is much that she is concealing. And I frankly confess that I do not like this Madame Vanderpoel. Why should she have told you that the girl was ill with a severe headache? And then you go in and find her in the best of health, apparently. Things don't hang together somehow.

"'Well, what am I supposed to do?' demanded Patricia, almost in tears. "'Madame Vanderpoel has invited me to go with them on a trip to Creston Beach tomorrow and spend the day with them there.'

I suppose she wants to do something in return for my looking after Virginia today. She spoke to me about it as we passed her table tonight. You had gone on ahead to speak to Mrs. Quayle. I told her I'd ask you about it. Are you going to say I mustn't go? The captain tugged at the end of his short mustache and strode up and down the room perplexedly. At length he spoke. You simply must trust me in this matter, honey.

And remember that I'm not an old tyrant, but just a cautious daddy striving to do what is best for us all. You will have an engagement with Mrs. Quayle tomorrow. Fortunately, she suggested to me this evening that perhaps you would care to spend the morning with her and help her select some wallpapers for her house that is being rebuilt and decorated. And let me offer just this wee bit of advice.

See as much as you want of this little Virginie when you can be with her alone. She is a poor forlorn child who is suffering greatly. Of that I feel certain, and I believe there is no harm in her. But avoid, if you can, any engagement or invitation which includes the older woman. Father, what do you suspect her of? What are your suspicions about her? I suspect her of nothing. I do not care for her on general principles.

Sometimes we have only instinct to trust, and mine tells me just now simply to be careful. That's all. Now call her up on the phone and say you will not be able to accompany them, and thank her, of course, for so kindly thinking of you. Patricia did as she was bid, and was answered by Virginia, who said Madam Vanderpoel was not there. I'm so sorry that I'll not be able to go, but Father has made another engagement for me, Patricia assured her.

and there was a murmured reply over the instrument that the captain could not catch but when patricia hung up the receiver her face was a study in perplexity what do you think she said daddy i'm not sorry i enjoy seeing you more by ourselves that was all but isn't it singular i don't believe she cares for that end of hers and yet i can't understand why

madam vanderpoel seems lovely to me and she appears to be so fond of her jenny i'll take the hint however and it fits in very nicely with what you advised me to do too oh by the way daddy i nearly forgot to tell you what happened this afternoon and if you don't think that peter stover is spying after you hear it i give up

and she described to him the strange incident in the hall. This time the captain did not laugh at her fears. Instead, he frowned and looked worried.

That does certainly seem suspicious. I'll have to look into the matter. He vouchsafed and refused to discuss the incident further. In the two weeks that elapsed after the foregoing incident, the friendship between the girls increased after a fashion. Patricia was at times sorely puzzled and perplexed by the strange moods and whims and actions of her new companion.

on one day they would be in each other's company for several hours visiting in the meads attractive sitting-room where they read or sewed partaking long walks or trolley rides into the country on these occasions virginie would be almost clinging in her confidence in and affection for patricia not the tiniest flaw would mar their intercourse and patricia would acknowledge herself more deeply interested than ever in this attractive girl

Then on the next day, perhaps for several days following, Virginia would seem distant, reserved, morose, sometimes almost disagreeable. She would pass Patricia with the coldest nod, refuse to make any engagement to be with her, and almost seem to resent any advances toward the furtherance of their friendship. Patricia worried and grieved about it in secret, though she would not openly acknowledge even to her father.

that Virginie's singular conduct hurt her. Madame Vanderpoel, on the contrary, always seemed most cordial and friendly, and while she never commented on her ward's conduct to Patricia, would often cast at her a deprecatory and apologetic glance when Virginie was more than usually disagreeable in manner. Plainly, the girl's strange conduct tried her sorely. Those

She was always very sweet about it and ignored it whenever possible. Never again since the first occasion had she attempted to induce Patricia to accompany them anywhere or spend any time in their united company.

Altogether, so thoughtful and agreeable was she that Patricia, more fascinated by her than ever, often found herself wishing that she were at liberty to see more of this pleasant Madame Vanderpoel. One rainy afternoon, Captain Meade having gone out to be away till a late hour that night on a lecture engagement, Patricia called up her friend on the house telephone to ask her to come across the hall and spend the rest of the day with her.

she did this in considerable trepidation for virginny had been more than usually morose and disagreeable and distant for a number of days past as it happened it was madam vanderpoel who answered the phone why certainly my dear virginny will come over at once she replied cordially she has been quite lonely this afternoon and wishing for something to do you are very kind

Patricia had just begun to frame an answer when, somewhat to her surprise, the receiver at the other end was suddenly hung up and the connection cut. The action was very abrupt.

Though she told herself she certainly must have been mistaken, she thought she had heard, before being cut off, a voice in the room with Madame van der Poel declaring, I will not go. It was all very puzzling. Virginia did not come in for some time, and in the interval Patricia framed a resolution. She would fathom this girl's singular conduct today or never, even if she had to ask the most personal questions to do so.

when the little belgian at last arrived she was polite but distant in manner and distinctly unhappy to patricia's cordial remark she returned only monosyllabic answers was restless and ill at ease they were sitting together on the couch each pretending to be deeply engrossed in her fancy work when patricia with wildly beating heart suddenly determined that the time had come to put her resolve into effect

"Virginie," she began, abruptly turning to the girl, "won't you tell me what is the trouble? What have I done to offend or annoy you?"

You were often so strange in your actions toward me. I cannot understand it. I... But she got no farther. To her intense amazement and dismay, Virginia suddenly threw herself across the couch in a passion of wild and violent weeping. It was several moments before Patricia could soothe her back to a state where she was able even...

to speak. Oh, I knew you would think this. I knew it. I knew it, she sobbed. I knew the time would come when I must explain or lose your friendship. If you only could trust me. If you only knew. Patricia, at a loss for words, could only squeeze her hand in silent assurance. But you never will know, and I never can tell you, she went on wildly. I love you. I love you, as I love no one else on earth now beside my father. Do you believe that?

i believe it if you say so patricia assured her quietly i feel sure you are telling me the truth her calm soothing manner was having its effect on the girl's hysterical condition virginia herself suddenly became calmer i wish you would make a promise she continued if you knew my life and all that i have to endure all the puzzling bewildering things that are pulling me this way and that

things that i perhaps can never tell you because they would concern others i know that you would promise me this never to care whether my manner seems cold toward you never to think unkind thoughts of me no matter how i may act to say to yourself always when i seem the worst

virginie loves me she does not mean this mood for me would you make me that promise patricia some day if god wills i may be able to explain indeed virginie cried her companion sincerely touched i trust you every way and always i'll never be annoyed any more no matter how you act i understand it is something quite outside of myself that is causing it will that make you feel any better

virginie did not answer in words but the grateful pressure of her hands was sufficient response the atmosphere having thus been cleared patricia abandoned the subject and plunged gaily into something quite different you told me once virginie she began that you had done a good deal of work in water-colors at various times

but you have never shown me any of your sketches have you any here with you and if so could i see them i'm awfully interested in that sort of thing though i don't do much of the kind myself oh yes cried virginie brightening at once i have a whole portfolio in my room i will go to fetch it i love the work and i turn to it whenever i have an opportunity she ran out of the room and hurried back with a batch of colored sketches that she spread out on the couch

They were really exceedingly clever, as Patricia recognized at once. Why, this is wonderful. You are a real out-and-out artist, and I never realized it before. She exclaimed enthusiastically, I dabble a little in that sort of thing myself once in a while, but I'm not a great success. I do wish I had inherited some of my father's artistic ability. He can do beautiful work.

but i only just love it and admire it ah your father is also an artist demanded virginny interested afresh well i don't know that i'd call him exactly an artist qualified patricia he can draw and paint most everything fairly well but he does excel in one thing

He's crazy about it. It's a regular hobby with him. Entomology, you know, the study of bugs and moths and caterpillars and butterflies and all that sort of thing. And he can make the most beautiful sketches of them. Many is the day I've gone on a long butterfly hunt with him. Then I've come home and watched him make sketches of the specimens we caught. Just let me show you some of the things he's done. I think he has a number of his pet sketches in his trunk. He never travels without them.

Patricia brought her father's sketches and placed them in Virginie's hands. And now it was Virginie's turn to exclaim over the really beautiful work of Captain Meade. There were caterpillars and moths and butterflies, executed with consummate skill and exquisitely colored, each labeled with its own name and species. Virginie marveled over their curious titles. Ah, but see here, what singular names! The Silver Spot...

the red admiral the painted lady why are they so called i think it's mainly because of the different marking on the wings answered patricia you see each one but what's that someone is knocking she ran to the door and opened it madam vanderpoel stood outside do pardon me she began hesitatingly i'm making this little blouse for virginny and have just come to a place where i can go no farther till i try it on

may i come in why surely returned patricia courteously and madame vanderpoel entered as patricia had feared however there was an immediate chilling of the atmosphere as far as virginia was concerned

The girl said not a word, but obediently, if ungraciously, slipped the pretty blouse over her head and stood in silence while Madame Vanderpoel made some necessary alterations. The lady herself strove to appear quite unobservant of the change and chatted on brightly while she completed her work. Patricia, bewildered and uncomfortable, also tried to appear as though nothing unusual was the matter.

but she found the task difficult. At length, Madame van der Poel, declaring herself satisfied with the result, rose to go. While passing the table, however, she noticed Captain Meade's sketches, and laying down her sewing, stopped to examine them. "Ah, what beautiful, what unusual work," she murmured. Taking them up one by one and asking Patricia some questions about them,

But at last she took her departure. "By the way, may Virginie stay and have dinner with me here in our rooms?" questioned Patricia before she left. Madame van der Poel gave her consent and was gone. It was sometime before Virginie recovered her spirits after this interruption. But when she was herself again, the two girls resumed their now wholly delightful intercourse.

"'Let's sit down for some sarsaparilla and fancy cakes,' suddenly cried Patricia. "'I'm hungry and thirsty, too. It's a good while to dinner time.' She telephoned her wish to the office, and Chester Jackson presently knocked at the door with the order. "'Golly!' he cried suddenly, catching sight of the mass of sketches on the table.'

but them's purty things you'd think they was the real article lit all over the place can i look at them patricia laughingly gave her consent and he turned them over chuckling at their names

but he too at length departed, and the girls were not interrupted further till dinner-time, when Patricia asked to have the meal served in the room. It was Peter Stoger who entered later with a heavily laden tray, approached the table, glanced about helplessly a moment, then planted the tray directly on top of all the sketches littered over its surface.

"Oh, be careful!" cried Patricia in dismay. "Don't you see what you're doing? Hold the tray until I remove those things." Peter indifferently lifted the tray while she hastily collected the sketches and put them aside. Then he stolidly resumed his work of arranging the meal and withdrew. It was late when Captain Meade returned. Patricia had been telling

how she had spent her day and had just come to the part where she had showed his sketches to virginny great jupiter you did he cried distractingly why on earth didn't i warn you not to i never dreamed you'd be tempted to do such a thing where are they quick patricia watched him in a mystified daze as he nervously shuffled them over what could it all mean had she done wrong

It's just as I feared, he groaned. The Crimson Patch is gone. End of section four. Chapter five, The Crimson Patch. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Read by Galena Raven. The Crimson Patch by Augusta Hewell Seaman. Chapter five, Who Took It?

It was a white-faced pair that finished a frantic but thoroughly fruitless search through every room of the suite for the lost sketch of the butterfly. The captain was too upset and nervous and unstrung by the occurrence to comment on the subject for a time, and Patricia too bewildered and unhappy to ask any questions. But when they had hunted through every conceivable nook and cranny in vain, they gave it up and sat down to wearily rest. The crimson patch was gone.

"'But Daddy,' moaned Patricia, "'why did you never tell me there was anything important about these sketches? I never dreamed of such a thing. I would never, never have done what I did today if I had known.' "'That's just the trouble,' muttered Captain Meade. "'There's nothing important about any of them except just that one, and that's, well, vital. I never told you about it because it's safer for you and best all around that you know as little as possible of my affairs.'

Of course, it never crossed my mind that you'd be moved to show them to anyone. They're not a matter of general interest. But what is there about this sketch, the crimson patch butterfly, that is so important, Daddy? And why didn't you keep it safely locked up? I shouldn't have thought you'd leave it just lying loose in your trunk. The secret about this particular sketch, I do not think it best for you to know, even now. You'll always be in a safer position if you can truthfully say you know nothing about it.

It looks very much the same as the others, but it isn't. That's all that I can tell you, and I had an excellent reason for doing just as I did about it. Had I kept an important secret always about my person, or even under lock and key, it would, as a rule, be in far greater danger of discovery than if carefully concealed in some such fashion as this, and left around as if there was nothing unusual about it. Don't you understand?"

but tell me again the whole history of the thing and who came into the room while you had the sketches out and when we've got to find the sketch as speedily as possible every moment that it is out of my hands is a dangerous loss of time patricia patiently went over the history of the afternoon recounting every detail she could remember the captain listened intently and sat for several moments in deep thought when she had finished

"'Tell me one thing,' he suddenly demanded. "'Do you distinctly remember seeing the crimson patch among the sketches when you first looked them over? Think hard. "'Oh, I know it was there, because Virginia spoke of the curious name, and I told her it was given because of the two brilliant red spots on the wings. I know it was there.'

"'Then, as far as I can see,' went on Captain Meade, "'there were no less than four people in the room, "'each of whom came in contact with those sketches, "'and any one of the four may have been the guilty party who took it. "'Your little friend, Virginie, handled them first, "'and when she left for the night, you say, "'she gathered up her own sketches?' "'Daddy, dear, you must not suspect her. "'You simply must not,' cried Patricia, "'sensing at once what he was driving at.'

I would rather be suspected myself than have anyone dream she could do such a thing. And how on earth could she ever know that the sketch was of any particular value anyway? What she may know or not know, I haven't pretended to inquire. But you must certainly see how easy it would be for her to slip the thing into her own pile and walk off with it if she wanted. "'Her own sketches were all on the couch,' protested Patricia. "'And they never once were near yours. I saw her get them together before she left.'

"'But was your back never turned on her during all the time mine were lying about?' Patricia put her head down on the couch pillows and sobbed audibly. "'It seems too dreadful and unkind and mean to have such suspicions about her,' she wailed. "'Now, Patricia, dear, be sensible,' demanded the captain despairingly. "'I'm no more suspicious of her than of anyone else. I'm only trying to sift the thing to the bottom. Let's leave her for a moment, however.'

You say Madame Vanderpool was the next one in. She stayed about 15 minutes, examined the sketches, and went out. Tell me just exactly what she did before she looked them over. She glanced at them as she was passing out, asked me if she could look at them, placed her sewing on the table, looked at them all, took up her sewing, and went away. Did she put her sewing down near where they were on the table? asked the captain. Yes, because I remember that she had to move it once in order to see one or two that were lying under it.

Do you remember whether the crimson patch was among those she looked at or commented on? No, I don't remember. I was busy taking out some stitches in my fancy work at the time, something that had gone wrong, and I didn't particularly notice what she said, but I'm almost sure she didn't mention that one. She might very easily have concealed it under her work and walked off with it, he went on. Of course, I don't say she did, but she might have, had she been so inclined."

Now, how about Chester Jackson? Oh, he couldn't possibly have taken a thing without my knowing it. He just leaned over the table and looked at them all and giggled and laughed over their names and said they were bully good stuff. I saw him practically every minute of the time, except for two seconds when I ran into my room for another spool of thread, and he left without a thing in his hands that he could have hidden it in or under.

The two seconds you were out of the room might have been sufficient for him, commented Captain Meade. So he isn't eliminated either, but I rather suspect him less than any of the others. How about Peter? He's the one. I haven't a doubt. I always did suspect him of being up to something. Of course he took it, Daddy. He went down and set his tray right down on top of the whole lot of them. When he came in...

in what i thought was the stupidest fashion and i made him take it right up while i cleared them all aside i believe he could have slipped the sketch under his tray and kept it out of my sight and got away with it without the slightest trouble can't you see it daddy cried patricia eagerly captain meade looked only half convinced do you happen to remember whether that particular sketch was uppermost when he came in

No, I honestly don't remember, but I know that the purple dart was uppermost when I moved them out of his way. It just happened to catch my eye in passing.

"'Well, that proves nothing, of course, but the question now is, what in the world are we going to do about it? I dare not do any telephoning at this time of night, or rather morning, for it's three o'clock, or even go out without exciting suspicion, and that's the last thing I want to attract to myself. Better have it appear that I care nothing about the sketch than to raise a breeze about its disappearance.'

i had thought that perhaps you might find out from your friend the belgian girl whether by any chance it had slipped in with her own by mistake but that must be done later and done with the greatest caution or the fat will be in the fire and it's too late to order anything brought to the room or i might have a chance to interview our waiter and bell-boy nothing for it i guess but to go to bed and get what sleep we can it's been a bad day's work honey but don't blame yourself for a single thing

It's only one of those unpleasant combinations of fortune that will happen, plan as we may. And don't worry, that never did any good yet. Go to sleep and trust that everything's going to come out all right. In spite of which injunction, however, no sleep visited the unhappy Patricia for the remainder of the night. End of chapter five. Chapter six of the Crimson Patch. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Read by Galena Raven. The Crimson Patch by Augusta Hewell Seaman. Chapter 6. The Mystery Deepens During that sleepless night, however, Patricia laid some plans of her own, which she purposed to put into execution the next day. She felt weary and lifeless after the excitement and worry of the previous night and the hours of restless tossing that followed.

Her father, likewise, seemed fatigued and depressed, though he strove hard for her sake, as she privately surmised, to appear cheerful and hopeful. "We'll hurry through breakfast," he told her as they left the room, "and then I'll start out on the hunt. I've been thinking over a few of the possibilities during the night, and some ideas have occurred to me that I didn't think of at first. I want you to stay rather close to the room today. That is, don't go out for any length of time till I get back.

I may not return before late afternoon, but don't let that worry you. And don't lose heart, honey. It will probably turn out all right. By the way, when we get down to the dining room, please try to act as nearly normal as possible, and as if nothing were wrong. It might be fatal to let the world at large notice that all is not as usual. And, of course, don't touch this subject as far as conversation goes with a 40-foot pole.

His latter injunctions Patricia found rather difficult to carry out. It was far from easy to appear her usual carefree self when weighed down with such a hideous burden of trouble. If she hadn't felt the thing to be all her own fault, unwitting though it was, she could have borne it better. Most difficult of all was having to face Peter Stoker, who, in his usual leaden way, waited upon them.

His dull stupidity, she always felt, covered a watchfulness. That being hidden was more trying than if it had been opened and above board. This morning she felt certain he was watching them both with a covert keenness when he thought himself unobserved. The captain treated Peter in precisely the same fashion as usual. Once only did she observe anything unusual in his manner.

This was when the waiter, in passing behind him, brushed his shoulder with the edge of his tray. It was a trivial matter, and so Patricia thought would, as a rule, have called forth no comment from her father. But, rather to her surprise, the captain turned on him with an impatient gesture and the quite sharp remark, "'Be careful, Peter!' The man apologized almost servilely and backed away. "'That shows how worried and tired and upset father is,' thought Patricia."

He doesn't usually act that way over such a little thing. He probably has his suspicions of that horrid man, too. I'm afraid he's wishing he'd taken my advice about him at first. Many times during the meal did she glance over toward the table, usually occupied by Virginie and Madame Vanderpool, hoping, yet almost dreading, to see them. But the table remained empty, nor did they appear at all in the dining room during that meal.

"'Stay in the room as much as possible today,' the captain again warned her before he went away. "'I don't want to think of these premises being left free for any more queer things to happen. "'I will, but may I see Virginie? "'I don't see any reason why you shouldn't, especially if it comes about naturally. "'It won't do to seem to avoid these people either. "'But don't force any meeting, and above all things, "'I hardly need warn you to say nothing about what has happened. "'That would spoil everything.'

For some time after her father left, Patricia sat maturing her plans. See Virginie this day she must, and she thought it could be effected in the most natural manner possible. She would ask her to bring her watercolors and sketches in again, and they would try to do some work, she attempting to make some copies of the sketches under Virginie's direction.

In some such natural way, the conversation might be led around to her father's sketches and she might have a chance to determine whether the girl were at all involved in this dreadful affair. Nothing about it need be mentioned directly. Patricia felt sure she could determine from Virginie's manner how much she knew. At 10 o'clock, she went over to the telephone and called up the office asking to be connected with room 404. The reply she received caused her a veritable shock.

"'The room is vacant.' "'Vacant?' she demanded. "'You mean that Madame Vanderpoel and Mademoiselle DeVos are out?' "'They have gone. Left the hotel. They gave up the room this morning and went away for good. No, they didn't say where they were going or if they intended to return.' Patricia hung up the receiver and crept over to a chair by the window. A sort of black mist seemed to float before her eyes, and her mind would register no impressions save trivial ones for a long while.'

She was aware of the distant roar of the city, borne across the more quiet stretches of the park outside her window, of the sparrows chattering in the branches, of the children romping in the quiet walks, the honking of an arriving automobile, and of little else. Then, gradually, her numbed brain recovered its normal action. Virginia and her aunt were gone and without a single word to her, a single farewell. Could their abrupt and mysterious departure indicate any but one fact?

After the strange disappearance of her father's sketch, what could it mean except that one or both of them were guilty and they were trying to conceal it by flight? One or both of them? No, it could not be that Virginie was concerned. She would never, never believe that. And yet, if it were not so, why had Virginie gone away without a single word to the friend whom she declared she loved next best to her father? Surely she could have managed to say a word or two over the telephone or scribble a tiny note.

Perhaps she had written a note and it would arrive later in the mail. Patricia quite brightened for a few moments at the thought. She would wait and see what the day's post brought. That would doubtless explain. The morning hours dragged by. The weather was stifling and humid and Patricia sat by one of the opened windows of the darkened room. Try as she would, she could not keep her depressed thoughts from picturing the darkest aspect of everything.

How her pleasant life had changed since yesterday at this time. Her bright hopes and plans collapsed like a fragile castle of cards. Who would have dreamed such a calamity could have befallen her? At noon, she telephoned down to the office to ask for the mail and also, as she felt no appetite, requested that some crackers and a glass of milk be sent up at the same time to the room. That was all the luncheon she felt she could possibly manage.

Chester Jackson arrived with the letters and her order a few moments later. The former she shuffled over nervously and hopefully, but they were only communications for her father and nothing at all for her. The boy watching her interestedly noted the disappointment in her face. "'Miss your side partner, don't you?' he queried. "'What's that?' she asked absentmindedly. "'You missed the mademoiselle across the way a bit, I figure. You and her seemed pretty thick.'

"'Yes, I do miss her very much,' acknowledged Patricia, actually glad to have anyone to speak to on the subject. "'But I'm awfully surprised that she went away so suddenly. I never even knew she was gone.' "'You didn't, eh?' "'Well, looky here. She gave me a message to give you. That is, she meant it for a message, I reckon, only she didn't get it all off her mind.'

oh what was it cried patricia excitedly her darkest suspicions of her friend vanishing at once i knew she would want to send some word to me well it was this way they sent down word to the office they was leavin and for someone to come up and help bring down their hand luggage so i went up to get em the missus was bustlin around good and lively but the gal was sorta teary and not doin much

But when the little mam'selle handed me her grip, and the other one's back was turned for a minute, she whispered to me low, "'Tell Miss Mead I'm going,' but she didn't get no further, "'cause the other one turned around quick-like and called me to come and help her strap a bag, "'and from that time till they left the place she never took her eyes off of the young'un, "'and she never got no chance to finish it up. "'But I thought I'd just tell you that much anyway.'"

"'Oh, thank you so much for that, anyhow,' breathed Patricia. "'But I can't understand why she was afraid to say it right out and let her aunt hear. It seems very strange.' "'You needn't think that's the only queer thing about that pair,' he hinted darkly. "'I could tell you an earful if I chose.' Patricia was just on the point of begging him to do so when some delicate instinct bade her desist. Was it, after all, kind or even honorable to pry into the affairs of a friend?'

to hear backstair gossip about them from a bellboy in a hotel well thank you very much for delivering the message she remarked and please drop this letter in the mail chute as you go out and after he was gone curious as she had been to hear what he had to say about them she was glad she had resisted the temptation the stifling afternoon dragged on patricia found ample food for thought in the news she had heard from the bellboy and spent the hours in fruitless surmise

On one score at least, she was relieved, almost happy. Virginie had not tried to slip away without letting her know she was going. Perhaps she was trying to tell her destination. Perhaps she was promising to write. But whatever it was, she had at least tried to send her some word. But why had her companion seemed to suspect it, to make it impossible? If indeed she had...

Why had not Madame van der Poel herself left a pleasant message of regret at leaving when she had seemed so cordial, so friendly? Patricia could not but admit that the action had a very dark and suspicious aspect after what had happened the night before. And that brought her back again to her own troubles. The crimson patch. Who had taken it? Which one of the four that had had access to the room last night had concealed and carried it away?

all of a sudden she sat up very straight there were not four there were only three for beyond all question she was certain now that chester jackson was in no wise concerned in the matter she could not explain how she knew she simply knew something in that honest snub-nosed smiling face those candid merry eyes assured her chet jackson was unquestionably eliminated from the subject and the puzzle was reduced to a triangle

Half an hour later there was another knock at the door and Chester, reappearing, presented her with a special delivery letter. He stood informally watching her while she tore it open and read it, breathlessly. It was from her father, written that morning from New York, and it told her that he thought he was on the track of something that seemed important.

the matter would keep him over night but she must not be alarmed she was to put herself in mrs quail's care from dinner-time on and he would return the next day and tell her all about things that was all though he had touched on nothing directly patricia was certain of course that he referred to the matter of the crimson patch

she was glad that he seemed to be in the way of discovering anything at all that would lead to the unraveling of their difficulty but she felt suddenly very forlorn at the thought of his being away overnight for the first time and chet watching her keenly saw her face fall any bad news he inquired casually no she replied rather pleased to have someone to talk to so lonely had been her day

"'Father's going to be away overnight on some important business. I'll miss him awfully.' "'Say,' ventured Chet in a confidential tone, "'I ask your pardon for speaking about it, but you folks have had some trouble since yesterday, haven't you?' Rather startled, Patricia nodded her head. Then she looked alarmed to think that, by even so much, she had revealed something of her father's secret.'

"'Never you mind,' Chet assured her. "'Don't get scared because you think you're giving anything away. I know a heap more than anyone thinks I do.' And at her amazed expression, he added, "'I'm going to tell you something. It's a secret and don't you let on to anybody. I ain't going to be a bellhop all my life, I ain't. I got ambition, and this here hotel life ain't for me.' "'What, what are you going to be then?' stammered the astonished Patricia."

"'I'm going to be a detective or a secret service agent or something like that. "'I got it in me, I have. "'Sort of sense things out and nose them down "'when no one suspects I'm anything but a buttons in this here hotel.'

it's great sport you see not suspectin i got more'n enough sense to carry me through the day's work folks lets out a lot of things before me that they think i don't catch on to and i see a whole heap i'm not supposed to see and this here war has made a lot of lively doings about this place i can tell you

Patricia listened breathlessly. Here was confirmation of her own ideas and more. Chet Jackson, beside being undoubtedly innocent of any complicity in the matter of the Crimson Patch, might even become a valuable ally if she did but dare to enlist his aid. She suddenly decided, on a bold move, Chester, she said,

If you're going to do any detective work, try and do a little for us. The only trouble is, I can't tell you anything much about things because they are very, very important secrets. So I don't know how you're going to get to work on it.

Don't worry about telling me so much. I know a whole lot about you folks that you don't think I do. You'd be surprised if I told you how much I do know, Chet assured her darkly. I gotta go now because I've been away from the office long enough. But next time I see you, I'll tell you what I know and we can decide what I better do. So long. And he was gone, leaving her in a maze of wonder over this new development. End of chapter six.

CHAPTER VII. LEFT ALONE Patricia went back into the room and sat down to think it all over.

Chester Jackson's curious remarks had disturbed her strangely. What he had said about knowing a heap more about things than anyone thought he did was a little alarming, to say the least. What did he? What could he know about her father's affairs? And how could he have found it out, if only he had time to tell her before he rushed away and not left her with this bewildering scrap of information?

however one thing was becoming every moment more certain in her mind the boy was innocent of any part in the disappearing of the crimson patch and might besides be enlisted as an ally in its recovery if only she dared to confide in him more fully she wished with all her soul that her father were with her that he was not to be detained away over night she wanted to talk it all over with him

to ascertain how much he thought it wise to trust this boy but he was not here and presently she must go and put herself in the care of mrs quail for the night even now she ought to be calling up that lady on the telephone as it was nearly dinner-time she went to the telephone and asked to be connected with mrs quail's room the reply she received caused her a veritable shock

mrs quail came in a while ago and then went out again saying she would be away over night in new york patricia hung up the receiver and sat down in the nearest chair with a little frightened shiver she would be alone over night in this big strange hotel surrounded perhaps by unseen and unknown enemies oh if she could only communicate with her father and urge him to come back at once but that was not possible

he had said he was in new york but had given no address probably because he was hurrying about from place to place and did not intend to stop anywhere for the night it was certainly unfortunate that mrs quail had elected to be away at the same time well it was too bad but it was not fatal in all probability nothing unforeseen of any kind would happen there was no reason why it should

suddenly a bright idea came to her if mrs quail's maid delia had not accompanied her mistress to new york why would it not be possible to ask her to come down and spend the night her companionship would be better than none at all

In the long weeks of her intimacy with Mrs. Quayle, Patricia had grown to realize that Delia was becoming rather fond of her in her queer, taciturn way and would probably be glad to be of any help. She decided to go upstairs now to see her and talk it over. Her interview proved rather a difficult one.

patricia had not mrs quail's ease in communicating with a deaf person and it was some time before delia understood what she was driving at and even when she did there was hesitancy i've a bad earache to-night she averred

that's why mrs quail didn't take me with her i have it quite often i'm afraid i won't be much company for you miss patricia and i wanted to go to bed pretty early oh i'm not going to stay up late cried patricia and of course you can have father's room i just want you to be there near me father would be dreadfully upset if he thought i was here alone

very well then delia consented at last to be sure i wouldn't have you worried nor the captain worried about you even if i'm too miserable to hold up my head i'll be down at half-past eight i've things that will keep me busy till then after that patricia decided to worry no further about the matter dress for dinner go down to the dining-room and take her meal as if she expected her father at any minute

after that she would read and sew and write some letters and go to bed as usual the sensible results steadied her she put on her lightest and coolest attire for the evening was still very hot and at a very early hour went down to the dining-room she wanted to have this ordeal over as speedily as possible for she dreaded sitting at her table alone and being waited on by peter

to her intense surprise he was not there she was served by another waiter and peter did not appear during the entire meal where in the world could he be she ventured to question the new attendant about the usual waiter but received only the reply that he was away for the day it was certainly all very mystifying

after dinner which passed without any unusual happenings she went into the lounge supplied herself with some new magazines and hurried away to her room the absence of peter's stager disturbed her more than she cared to admit even to herself she disliked and feared him enough when he was present but in his absence he seemed positively terrifying she sat down by the window in the gathering twilight to think it all over

three of them gone the very three on whom suspicion rested most heavily the crimson patch gone with them her father gone too involved in who knew what troubles what difficulties in his search what was this strange crimson patch anyway patricia shut her eyes tight and strove to call up the image of the sketch as she had seen it last

It was nothing, it was absolutely nothing but the cleverly executed sketch in watercolours of a peculiar species of butterfly with a bright crimson spot on each lower wing. There was nothing about it that was different, nothing that she could remember, to distinguish it from the many other sketches in her father's possession. That it could harbour any secret, and especially any government secret, seemed absolutely absurd.

and yet it must be so then her mind wandered back to virginie where was she now what had she tried so hard to communicate in that broken incomplete message to chester jackson would they ever see each other again in twenty-four hours life had suddenly assumed a very complicated aspect to patricia she could scarcely realize now how happy and care-free she had been last night at this very hour

It did not seem as if she could be the same person. So many were the perplexing problems on her mind. And this brought her thoughts back to Chester Jackson. She must see him again as soon as possible and discover what it was that he knew about herself and her father and his affairs. She would call up the office and ask to have something sent to the room.

so determined she switched on the lights went to the telephone and asked to have some of the hotel stationery sent up there was nothing else she could think of just at the moment the knock at the door a few moments later sent her flying to it her mind full of the questions she planned to ask to her intense chagrin it was another bell-boy who brought the paper

scarcely able to murmur her thanks she turned back into the room and shut the door had chester too deserted her what could possibly have happened it was the first time she could remember that he had not personally answered the summons if he had also for some unscrutable reason left the hotel on this fateful night she would certainly feel herself to be deserted of all mankind

CHAPTER VIII. A PIECE OF PAPER

Delia having appeared at the time agreed on, and promptly withdrawing to her own room, Patricia continued to worry for an hour and a half over the problem that was perplexing her, trying vainly to write letters or concentrate her mind on a book, but it was useless, and at length she determined to put an end to her misery and suspense, in that direction at least, and ring for something else.

if chester jackson did not answer this time it would mean that he too had gone or been removed and that she was left without a single friend to rely on so once again she telephoned this time for ice-water and waited in breathless suspense for the answering knock the curly head and merry eyes of chet jackson at the door was like a bracing tonic to her overwrought nerves

"'Oh,' she quavered, "'whatever happened to you, I thought you were gone, too.' He gazed at her in unfeigned astonishment. "'I don't get you,' he remarked. "'There ain't nothing happened to me.' She explained her agitation, and he laughed unfeelingly. "'Gee, I gotta eat some time or other, and half-past seven's about as early as I can usually strike it. You hit my supper hour, miss.'

She laughed in relief and followed Chet as he came into the room to place the tray on the table. "'Chester, I want to know the rest of what you were trying to tell me this afternoon. What is it that you have found out, and how have you discovered things?' He glanced about the room cautiously, then tiptoed over and closed the door into the hall. "'You can't be too careful in this place,' he said apologetically."

"'I'll tell you all I can in the little time I can spare, and if I don't have a chance to finish it now, I will come some other time. I bet you hardly believe me, but I knew before ever you folks landed here that your dad—beg pardon—that the captain was coming here, and that he had something secret and important for the government up his sleeve.' Patricia started involuntarily. "'How—how did you know that?' she stammered.

he grinned i told you i could make you sit up and take notice now i guess you'll believe me well i doped that out from the conversation of two gents who had a room here for a couple of nights and left the day before you came

They was sendin' for things constant, eats and drinks and whatnot, and I was kept runnin' to their room as regular as clockwork. I got onto the fact that they was on the watch for someone from one or two things they said before me. They seemed to think I was deaf or dumb or hadn't any brains, just because I was only a bellhop, and you bet I acted the part all right. So they often talked right out before me, seemin' to think I wouldn't take it in.

Once, when I came in, one of them was saying, "'He's a captain in the Army, but he's not on active service, "'cause he's been wounded. "'But I got word from headquarters he's doing something worth looking into. "'He's coming here in a day or two. "'He's got to be watched and watched hard. "'He's camouflaging it, too, with some lecture stuff or other, but that don't count.'"

another time one of em says he arrives to-morrow so we'll disappear to-night but it's all right france is on the job and so will hoffmeyer be after to-morrow

well there was other things too little things i can't remember now but i says to myself this here looks shady chet better git on the job and do a little detectin work on your own i didn't know this captain from adam but i hate to see any one git done especially by a pair of huns like them two looked so i decided to keep my eyes open

well sure enough them two gave up their room the night before you came and i've never laid eyes on em since the next day you arrived and i just naturally caught into you both right away you're the right sort you don't act as if a bellhop was made of wood and hadn't any brains or any feelings either you treat em like human beings and your dad i mean your father gee i could lie down and let him walk all over me if he wanted to

an i made up my mind more than ever that i wasn't goin to let any one put it over you two if i could help it so i kep my eyes open an managed it so's i could answer most of the calls in this corridor an i've seen a few little things that we're better lookin into patricia had stood drinking in this information with swiftly beating heart

chester she exclaimed softly this is fine of you and i appreciate what you have done more than i can tell you and so would father if he knew but tell me who is this franz and hoffmeier have you discovered that i have a special reason for asking

"'There ain't anyone in this place who goes by either of them two names,' he replied. "'But of course that don't count. Naturally they ain't the names anyone would hand in here. But I've got my suspicions about one person in this here hotel, and I think I don't have to give you a hundred guesses who, either.' He looked at her meaningly. "'You—you mean the waiter, Peter Stoker?' she hesitated. "'You said it,' he remarked succinctly.

"'He's a shady one, all right. "'Say, if you'll believe me, I've seen him once without his gilt teeth.' "'What?' gasped Patricia incredulously.'

"'Yep, they was nothing but a set of false caps, fit on over his real teeth. He was hurrying down the hall from his room, and I guess he had him all and forgotten him. After I passed him, I looked back and saw him take something out of his pocket and raise his hands to his mouth. Oh, he's slick all right, and that funny droop in his eye, too.'

"'Once in a while he ain't got that either. "'He can do it himself somehow or other. "'They're both just disguises, that's all. "'And I bet my hat he's either Franz or Hofmeyer, "'for looky here, he came the same day you folks did.' "'Oh, I knew it,' sighed Patricia. "'I knew there was something wrong about him. "'I felt it all along. "'But tell me, Chester, one more thing. "'I must ask it, though I hate to. "'Have you ever discovered anything queer about—'

about madame van der poel and mademoiselle de valse i hate to ask it about them but-but i have a reason they was a curious pair all right replied chet musingly and i could never rightly make em out

At first I was on to him good and proper, because the madame had her room changed from one on the next floor to down here right opposite you, and she sure did act queer to that little mam'selle—or at least the mam'selle acted queer to her—as if she just couldn't stand her. But I never saw the madame act ugly to her till to-day when she wouldn't give her a chance to send you that message.

i watched em like a cat but i never saw nothin that made me suspicious that they was harmful to you folks and you seemed to cotton so to the little mam'selle but there was somethin always that seemed to me blamed funny in the way she hated that madame and it used to make me want to find out why

"'But say, I gotta go now. I don't dare stay here another minute this trip. But before I go, I'll tell you this much. After that pair left today, I had an errand on this floor, and I just sauntered into their vacant room a moment before the chambermaid cleaned it up, to have a look around. They hadn't left nothing of interest that I could see, except just this. I found it in the waste-basket. Maybe you'd like to have it.'

He thrust a piece of torn and crumpled paper into Patricia's hand and was gone before she had time to say another word.

Patricia took the crumpled scrap of paper to the table and smoothed it out under the lamp. It was a single sheet and was torn almost in two, one way across and partially along all its edges, as if an attempt had been made to destroy it, an attempt that had not been totally successful, probably because the paper was rather thick and tough.

It looked very much as if someone had tried at first to tear it in pieces, and not having succeeded in this, had simply crumpled it and thrown it away. The writing was in a fine, cramped, almost foreign-looking hand, and the note, for such it appeared to be, was unaddressed, beginning abruptly, without a name, and signed at the end with only an initial. Patricia read it through wonderingly. It ran thus. Mary and George have arrived.

Heard they got home yesterday. Can it be true? Let no circumstances detain you. Need I say more to you? If they stay in town while here, I can no longer visit them. We go out every week to see cousins. Their house is quite new in the suburbs. See Hanford before you leave. At a store, there once had good cream. Meet Mary soon and you will find Josephine there. F.

Well, of all the silly letters, thought Patricia after the first reading, what can it all mean? Of course it refers to people and circumstances I know nothing about. But even so, it sounds sort of scrappy. I wonder why Chet wanted me to read it. I suppose I really shouldn't have done so.

I feel as if I've been prying into someone's affairs in a rather horrid way, reading the letter they thought they had destroyed. I suppose it was one of Madame Vanderpool's. It isn't in the least interesting anyway. And I do wonder why Chet saved it and asked me to read it. All I get from it is that somebody arrived and she had to go, probably to meet them. Perhaps that explains why they left so suddenly.

Well, Chester will have to explain later why he thought it was worth showing to me. Then her mind reverted to the strange, unnerving revelations the boy had made concerning her father, the unknown pair who had known so much about his affairs and had left before they arrived, and the terrible Franz and Hoffmeier who had doubtless been spying on them all the time and who even now were probably in possession of the Crimson Patch.

and Peter Stodger, spy without a doubt, and a disguised one at that, confirming her worst suspicions of him. By what a hideous net they were surrounded, and her father did not even know all the details. How helpful they might be to him in his search, if she could only put him in possession of the facts. But that was impossible till he was with her again, in person.

And meantime, there was all this long night to be got through without her father to share her anxiety. She took up the crumpled note once more and read it again, critically. At the second reading, it struck her as even more foolish and disjointed than at first. It really meant very little when boiled down to the bare facts. It seemed scarcely possible that Madame Vanderpool could find any very informing news in it.

While she was still studying it, the telephone rang with a sudden shrillness that caused her to jump, and she hurried over to take down the receiver. "'Hello? Hello?' She heard from very far away. "'Is that you, Patricia?' And she recognized her father's voice. "'Oh, yes, Daddy. Where are you? Are you coming back tonight?' "'No, I cannot do that,' came the answer. "'I called up to see whether you were all right. I was a little worried about you. How are you getting on?'

Patricia was on the point of telling him all her troubles, and her loneliness, and the absence of Mrs. Coyle, when something stopped her. Her father was having far heavier worries of his own. Why should she burden him with these lighter ones? It would help him far more if she put a brave face on everything and answered him cheerfully. So she summoned all her courage and answered brightly.

I'm all right, Daddy. Fine as a fiddle. But tell me, are you succeeding? Are you having any luck?

"'We've struck something that looks very important,' he returned. "'But I have to tell you, dear, that it may keep me away another whole day and possibly even over another night. You must get along somehow. Keep Mrs. Quill close to you. Tell her it's very urgent. I'll call up tomorrow night if possible, but I may not have another chance before that. Now I must stop, for this is long distance and costing like Sancho. Can you manage, honey?' "'Yes, oh yes,'

she assured him, in a voice from which she tried to keep a quaver of fear. "Then goodbye." Patricia hung up the receiver and walked back to the table in a daze. Not a single chance had she had to tell her father some of the important details revealed by Chester Jackson. And even if the chance had presented itself, she doubted if it would have been wise to divulge them over the telephone. But if her father were on the track of any important discovery, perhaps it was just as well that she had not.

And by the way, he had said, we've struck something. Now what in the world could he mean by we? She had not supposed that he would admit anyone else into the secret. Well, it was all very mysterious, and it was growing more so every moment. And he was to be away at least 24 hours longer. Again, her glance fell on the foolish and disjointed little note lying on the table, and it vaguely disturbed her. Its very lack of meaning held something sinister in it.

She looked at her watch and took a sudden resolution. It was not quite 10. She must see Chester Jackson once more. Before he went to his own home for the night, and she remembered that he had said he went off duty at 10.30. I don't know what the hotel people will think of my wanting so many things. And she smiled rather ruefully. But I don't very much care. This is too important. She went to the telephone and ordered a glass of milk and some crackers to be sent up.

Jackson arrived in a few minutes with the tray, in a broad grin. I thought you'd be needing something else after a while, he remarked, as he placed the tray on the table. Make anything out of the nice little note I handed you? Why no. It seems to me simply crazy. There doesn't seem to be any sense to it. Not even if one knew all the people and circumstances it referred to. Can you make anything of it?

"'I didn't at first,' he replied. "'But I just naturally doped it out that there was something shifty about it. So I took it all to pieces and put it together again and turned it every which way, and all at once I got on to it. You can just bet it means something and something pretty slick at that.' "'Oh, tell me, tell me quickly,' cried Patricia. "'How did you find it all out?' "'Well,' began Chet, plainly enjoying very much his role of Sherlock Holmes.'

There was just one word in the thing that made me sit up and take notice, and that word was Hanford. Do you know what Hanford is? Patricia shook her head. Well, it's a little two-cent hole of a town, about ten miles from here. Nothing special to it at all. Just a little one-horse country town.

with about 30 houses and a couple of hundred inhabitants. There ain't any reason on this living earth why anyone should see Hanford, because there ain't nothing in it to see. So I just shied at that, I did, and I took Hanford as a starting point, and I turned and twisted that note inside out and upside down till all of a sudden I struck it.

I gotta go now. I got another call to tend to on the floor, but you just take that note and put a pencil mark under every fourth word and copy them out afterwards and see what you get. I'll be back after a while to get this tray. Don't forget, every fourth word. When he was gone, Patricia got a pencil and paper and did as he instructed her.

She counted off every fourth word in the letter, underlined it, and feverishly copied down the sequence. The result caused her to drop her pencil and sit staring at the paper while a shiver of fear ran icily down her spine. The reconstructed letter ran, "'Have got it. No need to stay here longer. Go to House and Hanford at once. Meet you there. F.' The meaning of the communication was only too clear."

Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and Chet reappeared. He only glanced at the sentences she had written and remarked, "'Guess that made you sit up and take notice, didn't it?' "'Oh, Chester,' she moaned, "'it's awful. It just confirms my worst suspicions. Do you suppose someone sent it to Madame Vanderpool? Who? Who could it have been?'

We can be pretty plumb sure of one thing, remarked Chet. The note is signed F, and it don't take much guessing to know about that F stands for Franz. But who Franz is, unless it's that slick Peter Stodger, I can't guess.

But as Peter is let out too, we wouldn't be so far off to take it for Peter, I fancy. But say, miss, will you pardon me if I ask an awful personal question? Did you folks lose anything or miss anything before last night? If you haven't, I don't quite get what it means by those words, have got it.

Patricia thought hard for a moment. Should she or should she not confide in this boy, the secret she had been guarding for her father? What would her father wish her to do? It was plain that he knew a great deal about their affairs already and was as honest and straightforward as even her father could wish. Perhaps, too, he might be of infinite help in unraveling the tangle. She would risk it. She would risk all and tell him. But she felt firmly convinced that the risk was not very great.

"'Yes, Chester,' she acknowledged. "'We have missed something. The most important thing my father has. You wouldn't think so to look at it, for it was only one of those pretty sketches of butterflies that you were looking at yesterday. I didn't know about it at the time, or I wouldn't have left it around. But sometime during that afternoon or evening it disappeared, and father is almost frantic about it. He is off hunting for it now and has been ever since morning.'

I, oh, I just hate to think that Madame Vanderpool or Mademoiselle Deveau took it or were in any way concerned with it. I, I think an awful lot of Mademoiselle Virginie. We, we were friends. Chet scratched his head and thought deeply for several moments. What sketch was it, if I may ask? He said at length. The one called Crimson Patch, she replied. Do you remember seeing it?

"'You bet I do,' he cried enthusiastically. "'I remember that one particular, because it had a queer name and was such a purdy one. Gee, that proves one thing at least. It didn't disappear before I came in, so the responsible party must have come afterward. Who was in here later? Why, only Peter Stodger and Virginie. But she didn't take it. I know. I will never, never believe such a thing of her.'

"'Sure she didn't,' agreed Chet. "'It must have been Peter.' "'Of course it was Peter, don't you see? "'Cause if he's Franz—' He sends a note afterwards to the madame that he's got it, and they all beat it out of here. "'Can't get any straighter than that.' "'But what has poor little Virginie to do with all this?' wondered Patricia distractedly. "'Surely, surely she can't be working with a lot of horrid spies. "'What is the explanation?'

"'You can search me,' rejoined the boy. "'I ain't on to the dope about that little mademoiselle, and never was. She's a plum deep mystery, she is, but one thing is sure.' At that moment, the telephone bell rang again, and they both jumped nervously. Patricia went to it and took down the receiver. There was a faint, "'Hello,' to which she responded, and then silence. "'Why, that's queer,' she said in an aside to Chester."

Nobody seems to answer, and the voice that said hello first seemed so far away and scared. "Hello? Hello?" she exclaimed again, turning to the receiver. "Yes, yes, this is Patricia." "Oh, Virginie, is it you? Oh, I can't hear you very well. Can you speak a little louder?" "You can't." "What is that you say?" "You want to warn me?" "What about?" "I don't understand. There is danger? Who is in danger?"

I am? We both are? Oh, can't you tell me more plainly? Where are you? You are where? Cried Patricia, turning to the listening boy. She hung up the receiver without telling me. End of chapter 9. Read by Kimberly Bonin.

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CHAPTER X.

"'Are you sure it was little mademoiselle?' he questioned. "'Did it sound like her voice?' "'Oh, it was Virginia. I'm absolutely certain of it. I'd know her voice a thousand miles away. But what does it all mean? She says there is danger, that both she and I are in danger, and she was trying to warn me about it, but she spoke so low, and she hesitated so.'

And then, just as she was going to tell me where she was, there was the click of the receiver being hung up and not another word. What does it mean? It means, affirmed the boy, after some thought, that the little one was speaking to you over the phone on the QT. And she was probably scared stiff for fear she'd be caught and she'd have to leave off before she'd finished because someone was coming along or something. That's the way I figure it.

I believe you're right, declared Patricia. That's just the way her voice sounded, scared stiff, as you say. But what on earth are we going to do? She's in danger, and we don't know where she is. And I'm in danger, and I'm here all alone. Except for Mrs. Quail's Delia, who is with me for tonight. It's dreadful, just dreadful. I don't know which way to turn.

I'd call up the police and put the thing in their hands if I dared, but I don't dare. It would spoil everything for Father if anything about this secret became generally known, and I don't think I should speak to the hotel authorities for the same reason. What am I going to do? Look here, Miss, Chet said quietly. I believe we can fix things pretty near to all right if you'd just be willing to trust the matter to me.

I know I'm only a bellhop, but I know a whole heap more than most folks think I do. Being only a bellhop is the very reason I can go and see and do a lot of things others couldn't. Just cause nobody's suspecting I'm up to anything. Do you get me? Yeah, yes, faltered Patricia. I think I see what you're driving at, and I really trust you absolutely. But what is your idea? What do you think had better be done?

The boy seemed to grow an inch taller with pride at Patricia's assertion of her faith and trust in him. His snub-nosed countenance fairly beamed. Well, here's my idea. I gotta go off duty pretty soon and go home. I oughtn't be hanging around here now. And I'll get what Ford down in the office for being away so long anyhow. But I don't care. All in a day's work. Now I figure it this way.

There ain't anything dangerous going to happen to you tonight, here in this hotel. You're as safe as a church here, as long as you keep your door locked. If you feel nervous, better sit up as long as you can and read or something. Then, if you should see or hear anything queer, call right down to the office on the phone. You'd have the house detective up here so quick, it'll make you blink. But I'll tell you what I'll do besides.

I'll beat it home as fast as I can. I don't live so very far off. And let my mother know where I am. Then I'll take my motorcycle, the one I bought for $30 and put it in order, and it runs like a bird. And I'll cruise around all night. And every once in a while, I'll turn up in the park right below your windows and hang around a while and whistle. It's a long, long trail. You'll hear me plain enough.

for you're only on the third floor, and if everything ain't going all right, pull the shade clean up to the top, and I'll know something's wrong, and butt in here and make it hot for everyone generally. Oh, Chester, that's awfully good of you, sighed Patricia, in mingled admiration and relief. It will make me feel lots easier. I know I can't sleep a wink, so I might just as well sit up and try to read or sew.

I'll keep the lights on full and I'll follow your advice about calling up the office if I think everything's not all right. But it will be such a comfort to know that you'll be nearby once in a while. Only it doesn't seem as if you ought to be up all night when you've got to work tomorrow. Don't you mind about me, he assured her. Tomorrow's my day off and I don't have to show up here until 10.30 p.m. when I go on night duty. You know, I have one day a week.

"'But, Chester,' Patricia cried in fresh alarm, "'then I'll be all alone here tomorrow, "'for Mrs. Quail may not be back until night, "'and I'm sure Father won't. "'I suppose I'm silly, but this thing is so dreadfully mysterious "'and uncertain, I'm just as much afraid of it in the daytime as I am at night.' "'You just quit worrying about tomorrow,' Chester admonished. "'I got a scheme up my sleeve for tomorrow, "'but you'll hear more about that from me later,'

all i say about tomorrow is this go down to breakfast as usual and as early as possible and ask for your mail at the desk before you eat then we'll see what to do next but objected patricia once more what about poor little virginny

"'She's in danger, too, and we don't even know where she is or what the danger is. Yet I feel as if we ought to do something about it. It isn't right to leave her, is it, without trying to do a thing? You just leave little Mamiselle's affairs to me, too, for tonight, and don't worry about him no further,' interrupted the boy. "'I ain't got time to tell you all I plan to do, but you can bet your boots I ain't gonna be idle.'

Good night, and don't forget to go to breakfast early and get your mail early. And Chester Jackson retired, closing the door behind him. End of chapter 10.

The Crimson Patch by Augusta Hewell-Siemann. An adventurous mission. The endless night was over at last. Through her windows, which faced east, Patricia noticed that the sky was faintly streaked with pale light, each moment growing more distinct. She had endured almost seven hours of unbroken, nerve-wracking suspense, yet nothing alarming had happened.

All night she had huddled in a chair by the living room table, the electric lights full on even to the furthest wall bracket, listening breathlessly to the faintest creak or rustle, starting terror-stricken at a sudden flapping of the window shade, crouching rigid at the slightest footfall outside her door.

yet the cheering whistle of the war's most popular tune every hour or so in the park below assured her that chet was true to his promise even if the loud chugging of his motorcycle had not likewise informed her of his intermittent presence he was certainly proving himself a friend and a staunch one in this time of her dire need with the coming of daylight she turned off the lights and lay down awhile exhausted by the night's vigil but she did not sleep

"'She heard Delia go quietly out soon after six. "'At seven she prepared to go down to breakfast, "'and promptly at seven-thirty stopped at the desk in the lounge for her mail, "'as Chet had directed. "'She found that she had two letters, one a short note from Mrs. Quayle, "'explaining that she had been called away suddenly to New York "'by the illness of a niece, but expected to be back that evening, "'and hoping Patricia had not needed her in the meantime.'

"'She little knows how much I did need her,' sighed Patricia. "'But thank goodness she's coming back to-night. "'I couldn't, I simply couldn't go through another night like last.' "'The other letter was directed to her in a handwriting she did not recognise, "'and she prepared to read it while she was waiting for her breakfast to be served.'

to her immense relief peter stodier was still absent she had had the horrible suspicion that he might be there once again to spy on her perhaps even to be the instrument of the threatened danger while waiting for her cantaloupe she opened the second missive and read it through in startled wonder

It was written in pencil and marked midnight of the night before. It was inscribed also with a fine disregard of spelling, punctuation and grammar, was only a few sentences long and signed at the end, C.J. It ran as follows. Dear Miss, I done a heap of scooting around last night on my motorcycle and I found out quite a bit you will be interested to know.

"'If you are interested, will you please try to be at the sea wall in the park "'where you usually like to sit about nine this a.m. and we can talk it over. "'We'll wait for you there. Yours respectfully, C.J.' "'Bless that kind boy's heart,' thought Patricia. "'He certainly is a trump. "'I don't know what on earth I'd be doing now if it weren't for his help. "'I'll be there without fail.'

promptly at nine she was at the tryst by the sea-wall a bench shaded by an overhanging tree where she frequently came with her book or sewing to enjoy the beautiful view out over the water and the invigorating salt air chet was there before her sitting unostentatiously with his legs hanging over the sea-wall apparently absorbed in the occupation of fishing with a rod and reel

"'Hello! Good morning!' he greeted her, with his usual infectious grin. "'Catch any Hun spies lurking around last night?' "'No, indeed,' she answered him quite gaily. "'I didn't see one, not a single one.' "'Well, I had better luck than you, then,' he replied, looking about cautiously to see that no one was approaching along the footpath."

"'Oh, Chester, how? What do you mean?' "'Well, what do you think of this? Last night, after I left the hotel, I went right home and got out my motorcycle and made a beeline for Hanford. I somehow figured that we'd better find out that queer dope about Hanford first of all. I hadn't a ghost of an idea where in the place that house might be, but I told you before that there weren't so many houses there anyhow, and I just figured I could mosey around and take a squint at them all if I had to figure out which was the most likely.'

"'It's a lonesome kind of a place, "'cause there ain't no railroad nor even a trolley line running near it. "'I didn't want to go chugging through it on my cycle, "'waking the dead with the racket, "'so I hid it in a little clump of woods just outside the place "'and went hunting round on foot. "'First I went through the main street, "'and every house and store was shut up as tight and dark as a graveyard. "'Nothing doing there. "'Then I gave all the rest of the houses the once-over. "'No better luck.'

The only place left was one way out on the road towards Crampton. It's a lonesome kind of a hole. Old farmhouse with queer dinky green wooden shutters all in a piece and slanting roof going almost down to the ground at the back.

It used to be all sort of tumbling to pieces and deserted, but a man around here bought it and fixed it all up modern inside and painted it and rents it out in the summer to city folks for a few months. I didn't rightly know whether it was occupied this season or not, because I ain't been that way lately, but I thinks to myself, I'll go past it and see before I give up the hunt.

Sure enough, the place was lit up on the ground floor and one room upstairs too, but the shades were all drawn down tight, so I just sneaked around quiet and hidden the bushes near the front door and one of the windows and lay low to see if anything would happen. I didn't want to stay too long either, because I wanted to get back and give you the signal I was on the job.

Well, nothing did happen for so long I was just going to give it up when all of a sudden the front door opened and a woman came out and stood on the little porch. Oh, who was it? cried Patricia in a fever of impatience. You can search me, he replied. She ain't no one I ever seen before. She was a queer looking specimen dressed like a maid in a black dress and white cap and apron. I could see her quite well because the light was shining out from the hall behind her.

She was tall and bony and sort of grouchy looking. Well, she sat down on one of the little side benches on the porch to get the air, I guess, because it was piping hot. And all of a sudden, someone else slipped out of the door very quiet and sat down on the bench opposite. And I bet you can't guess who that was. Oh, who? breathed Patricia. The little mademoiselle.

"'Chester, you are a trump!' cried Patricia, springing up excitedly. "'What did you do?' "'Why, I didn't do nothing but lay low, of course. "'I sure would have spilled the beans if I'd jumped out and hollered who I was then. "'I just stayed and listened to what went on.'

The grouchy maid said, you better go in, the madam will not like it. And the little un said, oh Melanie, let me stay just a few moments. It's so hot in my room, I need the air. And then the grouchy maid grunted something that sounded like French. Couldn't get onto it at all. They didn't say no more, but sat a while and Bimby both got up and went in.

and soon after all the lights went out in the place and i knew it wasn't no use to stay longer so i beat it back here chester exclaimed patricia at the end of this recital what are we going to do

"'Well, I got a plan,' he acknowledged. "'I don't know whether you'll stand for it or not, but here it is anyway. "'And I can promise you that if you go in for it, you won't come to a bit of harm. "'It ain't possible the way I got it fixed, and we may do a whole lot of good, "'at least as far as the little mamselle is concerned, "'and maybe something about this here crimson patch beside. "'Here's my scheme.'

I got an older brother who owns a second-hand auto and runs it like a jitney. That's his business. But sometimes he takes a day off when I do and we go fishing together or something. He's off today, same as me.

and you can trust him just the same as me he ain't a born detective like i am but he's honest as honest and he knows how to hold his tongue and ask no questions so i ain't explaining everything to him now i figure that it ain't healthy for you to stay all day alone around that hotel if there's anything in this danger business now

"'Not that you wouldn't be safe enough if you sit tight, "'but you can't tell what complicatin' thing might come up, "'and you ain't got a soul around to advise you, not even me. "'Now suppose you come out to Hanford with me and Ted in the auto, "'and we'll hang around and lie low "'and see if we can get hold of the little mamazelle somehow "'and find out what this here mess is all about anyhow.'

There can't any harm possibly come to us, because Ted's going to keep out of things and just lie low in the auto in that patch of woods back of the house, and I've got a police whistle in my pocket, and if anything goes wrong, I'll blow it like mad, and he'll beat it back to the city and have the police out in ten minutes. Are you game?

For one uncertain moment Patricia wavered. Was it right for her to engage in this hare-brained escapade? What would her father say? Or Mrs Quayle? And then the thought of Virginie in danger, the possibility of locating the crimson patch, and the sheer adventure of the thing overcame all her scruples. "'Yes, I'll go, Chester. I trust you absolutely, and I'm sure you will not let me come to harm. But suppose father should call me up at the hotel. What will he think if they say I'm away?'

"'He'll think you're out somewhere with Mrs Quayle, probably, won't he?' answered Chet. "'And I'm almost certain he won't call you up till evening, probably, because you might be out and you'd only be wasting time and money.' But another thought had suddenly occurred to Patricia, who, truth to tell, did not feel at all easy about this expedition, nor about what her father would think of it. A solution of one side of its difficulties had all at once leaped into her mind.'

how would it do chester if we take mrs quail's delia along with us what exclaimed chet in such obvious dismay that patricia could not resist a laugh at his expense gee whiz you'd block the whole game with that white elephant on our hands

"'Now be sensible, Chester,' she urged. "'It's perfectly plain to me that I've either got to take her or else not go myself. Otherwise father would not allow it. We can have her with us and yet not tell her all about our plans. You know Mrs Quayle won't be back until evening, so Delia hasn't a blessed thing to do to-day. I'll ask her if she'd like to go off on a little picnic with me this morning a ways out of town, where we may pick up Virginie. She'll be delighted to have the outing. That I know.'

The explanation cleared the air for Chet. "'All right, I'm game if you are,' he declared. "'If you go back and get her and bring her over here, I'll be round with Ted and the Jit in next to no time.' Twenty minutes later, he appeared in a battered Jitney, sitting on the front seat with a sheepish-looking, red-haired young fellow, who bowed and grinned inarticulately as Chet introduced him as his brother, Ted."

Patricia, accompanied by an obviously delighted Delia and a well-filled lunch-basket, clambered into the rear seat, and in another instant they were off on their adventurous mission.

The Crimson Patch by Augusta Hulseeman. Chapter 12

The house with the green shutters. It was a short and breathless ride out to Hanford, through a part of the country quite unfamiliar to Patricia, as it was off the regular trolley and railroad lines. They passed through the little town at a breakneck speed, purposely, as Chet explained. It was such a tiny place and so out of the world that every passing vehicle was apt to be an object of interest to the inhabitants, and he didn't want their car to be specially noticed and commented upon.

Twice Delia protested strongly against the pace, but Patricia pretended not to hear her, and they sped on. Outside the town limits, they slowed down and proceeded at a more leisurely pace, and presently turned into a rough little apology for a road leading through the woods. Under a dense mass of overhanging boughs they stopped, securely screened from the road.

"'Now here's where we begin the great Sherlock Holmes act,' announced Chet gaily. "'The house is just beyond the edge of the woods. You sit here tight, Ted, and don't you budge unless you hear this whistle or see us come running back. Then you have the engine ready to beat it like blazes. You understand, don't you?' Ted, still inarticulate, nodded vigorously. "'Now come along, miss, if you're ready,' went on Chet, "'and we'll scout around the edge of the woods nearest to the house for a spell and see what's doing.'

leaving delia in the car somewhat mystified but still unquestioningly happy patricia with pounding heart followed his lead and indian file they ploughed their way through the deep underbrush and tangled vines till they stood at the edge of the clearing protected from sight only by some overhanging boughs

beyond them stretched the expanse of a couple of hundred feet of grass it had once doubtless been only a rough meadow but was now converted into a smooth well-kept lawn running to the very steps of the porch where chet had hidden the night before the house was of the old-fashioned salt-box type with long sloping roof running to within a few feet of the ground at the back

"'It had been renovated and painted "'with the addition of a wide-screened veranda on one side, "'but its distinctive feature was the shutters, "'doubtless the old original ones, "'of solid wood with little crescents cut in them near the top, "'and painted a bright green. "'There was no one about, not a sign of a living creature, "'though all the windows were open, "'their pretty draperies swaying in the morning breeze. "'What had we better do?' questioned Patricia. "'We mustn't go any nearer the house,'

"'No, we must sit tight right here and watch what goes on for a while,' agreed Chet. "'What I'm trying to do is see by who goes in or out of the place, who's around, and what chance we have of passing the glad word to the little mademoiselle.' They sat in almost absolute silence for nearly half an hour and nothing happened at all. No one went either in or out, no face appeared at a window, nor door was opened or shut. "'I believe it's deserted,' whispered Patricia impatiently. "'I'm sure they've all gone away.'

"'Don't you believe it,' retorted Chet. "'They ain't such geese as to go off and leave the house open like that. But if something don't happen purdy quick, I'm going to beat it around the back and see the lay of the land there.' Something, however, did happen, and very shortly after. A man in a chauffeur's outfit appeared from somewhere at the back of the house and went over to a small garage, barely visible from where they stood hidden.'

"'Five minutes later there was the sound of a motor starting "'and an automobile shot around the curve of the drive "'and came to a halt before the door. "'Almost at once the door opened. "'A beautifully gowned woman came out, "'stepped into the motor and was driven rapidly away. "'Patricia clutched Chet's arm spasmodically. "'It was Madame Van Der Poel!' she whispered. "'Oh, it made me shudder just to look at her again. "'And I used to like her too. "'But now there's something awful about her.'

But Chet was interested in something quite different. "'Hooray!' he exclaimed in an undertone. "'If she's flew the coop, got a fightin' chance anyway. Now I may be wrong, from what I seen last night in the lay of the land to-day, I figure there's only that grouchy maid and the little un left in the house. Let's wait a while longer and see if we see anybody else.' They waited in another long silence."

Then Patricia's heart almost stopped beating. The front door opened and Virginie de Voix stepped out, looked about her half cautiously, half languidly, and started to cross the lawn in the very direction where they were hidden. She had a book in her hand and Patricia suspected that her intention was to sit and read in the cool shade of the woods.

"'Oh, it couldn't have happened better, could it?' she whispered ecstatically to Chet. "'I've been fairly praying for something like this ever since we've been here.'

"'Fine,' replied Chet, in ill-suppressed excitement. "'Now look here, I ain't going to complicate things between you and her by hanging around while you have your talk. I'm just going to disappear in the woods back here a ways, but I'll be right within call, and when you want me, you can get me. And perhaps I'd better go and entertain Delia a while, or she'll be wanting to quit this picnic. See?'

Patricia nodded, mutely grateful for his tact, but her gaze was fastened on the girl, approaching so slowly and lifelessly across the lawn. Chet melted away into the leafy growth behind her, and she herself drew back a little further into the woods, so that the meeting might not take place too close to the house. In another moment, she and Virginie stood suddenly face to face.

patricia sprang forward with a little cry of joy for a moment an answering gleam leaped into virginie's eyes then to patricia's unbounded astonishment the girl shrank back her eyes wide and terror-stricken her hands outspread before her as if to push her friend far from her sight why virginie cried patricia what is the trouble have i frightened you so aren't you glad to see me

"Yes! Oh, no, no! You must not come! I will not talk to you! I cannot! I cannot!" Patricia was amazed at her incoherent distress, and could make nothing out of the contradictory statements she uttered. "But I thought you would be glad to see me, Virginie! I was so delighted to find out where you were, and you are in trouble too, or danger, or are worried about something. Won't you tell me about it? I came all this way to find out how you were, and what I can do to help you."

you can do nothing the girl answered dully go back and never think of me or try to see me again it is the only safe thing for you but i do not understand cried patricia in despair

"'What can you mean, Virginie? Didn't you call me up last night and warn me of danger, and say you too were in danger but you didn't have time to finish, or were cut off or something? I was so worried about you, and I found out where you were, and have come to find out all about it.' "'I tried to warn you not to come,' Virginie answered. "'But I—but I did not get a chance to finish. I—'

"'I could not make you understand. "'When I said I was in danger, I—I only meant in danger of being overheard.' "'But, Virginie,' cried Patricia in utter bewilderment, "'what do you mean by warning me not to come? "'How could you think I was coming when I didn't even know where you were? "'It was only by an—an accident that I found out where you were later.' "'The girl stared at her fixedly, a sudden light dawning in her face.'

"'Tell me, how did you come?' she whispered excitedly. "'Was it not with—with Madame Van Der Poel?' "'Van Der Poel? Indeed not!' exclaimed Patricia, and to her utter discomfiture Virginie murmured a faint, "'I am so glad,' and dropped in a huddled heap on the ground, hiding her face in her hands."

"'But why should you think I came with Madame Van Der Poel?' questioned Patricia, determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. "'I have neither seen her nor heard from her since she left the hotel.'

"'She has gone to the city to call for you,' murmured Virginie, her face still buried in her hands. "'She was going to urge you to come out to see me, saying I was quite ill and wished it. "'She was going to put the matter very urgently. "'Oh, I prayed that you would not come, and when I saw you, I thought you had come with her, and—' "'And—' she stopped with a shuddering sob.

"'Virginie,' said Patricia in a very firm, quiet voice, "'won't you please explain all this to me? "'What is it Madame van der Poel wished of me? "'Why was she trying to get me here? "'And what have you to do with it all?' "'The girl, crouching on the ground, looked up at her suddenly. "'Do you remember,' she murmured, "'that you once promised to—to love and—and trust me, "'no matter what happened, in spite of all—all appearances that—that seemed against me?'

can you keep that promise in spite of-of everything she looked so appealingly at her friend that patricia went down on her knees beside the crouching girl and put both arms about her

"'I never yet failed to keep a promise, Virginie dear. Believe me, I love you and trust you just as much as ever, and always will. I think there is some terrible secret that is making you act very differently from what you would under ordinary circumstances. I won't ask you what it is, but if you ever want to tell me, you can be sure it will be safe with me.'

The gentle words acted like magic on the crushed, unhappy girl. She sat up suddenly, as if inspired by some strong determination, put both hands in Patricia's and looked her straight in the eyes. "'You are a darling. You are better to me, more kind, than I ever hoped or dreamed. I'm going to tell you all, all I know, though I do not dare think what would happen to me if they suspected it.'

"'Who are they?' questioned Patricia. "'The Bosch, the German spies,' answered Virginie in a hushed tone. "'That is a house full of them. Did you not know it?' Patricia started back in real horror. This, then, was the confirmation of her very worst fears. "'But you,' she stammered, "'surely you are not one of them. You said you were a Belgian.' Virginie nodded lifelessly. "'I am truly a Belgian, but I am their helpless tool,'

"'But your aunt!' cried Patricia, still unconvinced. "'Surely Madame van der Poel is a Belgian too. "'Why does she not protect you? "'Is she, too, in their power?' "'Virginie shuddered. "'Madame van der Poel is no Belgian. "'She is a German by birth, and at heart. "'She married my mother's brother.'

"'He is now dead, and she lived for many years in our country "'and was to all outward appearance a Belgian. "'But she has been secretly, all these years, "'in the service of the German spy system. "'I never dreamed of such a thing myself, nor did my father, "'till she had brought me away to England and America "'and had me completely in her power.'

A great light suddenly dawned on Patricia. Here was the explanation of many curious incidents that had happened at the hotel, but bewilderment on some points still possessed her. "'Madame Van Der Poel seemed very kind to you, though, Virginie,' she ventured. "'And you treated her rather abominably at times, if I must say so. Yet she never reproached you or said anything unpleasant.'

"'She was very kind to me in public, yes, "'but what she did and said to me in private, "'I would wish never to tell you.'

"'Well, but, Virginie, there is one thing I still cannot seem to understand,' cried Patricia. "'You say that Madame van der Poel has you completely in her power. That seems unthinkable to me, especially here in free America. What is to prevent you from running away from her, from giving yourself up to the proper authorities, from informing them about her, and having her and all the rest of them put in prison? You surely have had plenty of opportunity to do that. Has it never occurred to you?'

"'Virginie seemed fairly to shrink into herself at this suggestion. "'Oh, you do not understand,' she moaned. "'There is something else, something more terrible than you have any idea of. "'Gladly, only too gladly would I do as you suggest. "'Indeed, I would have done it long ago. "'I would have done it even had it meant my own death. "'But the safety of one I love depends wholly on my complete obedience to her. "'To them.'

"'What? Oh, what do you mean?' breathed Patricia, a partial light breaking in on her bewilderment. "'My father! They have him, too, in their power, over there. He was captured by them after the siege of Antwerp, and is now in a German prison.'

"'Can you not see now where they have complete control over me? "'I must do their will without hesitation, or my father's life will be forfeited. "'The first act of disobedience, of rebellion on my part, "'and his life is ended by a secret code-message sent by them through Switzerland. "'And so you see, my friend, that my life is a daily torture.'

She said no more. Patricia sat petrified by this hideous revelation. No tale of horror that she had heard from her father could exceed the exquisite cruelty of the torment and misery meted out to this lovely, helpless girl, forced against her will, her patriotism, and her affections to act as their tool in order to save the life of her father.

"'Patricia understood it all now, all the strange conduct that had so puzzled her in their days together at the hotel. "'How torn between her love, her sense of right, and her fears this poor girl must have been, must be now, "'and a great thankfulness filled her that she had been moved to assure Virginie of her love and trust in spite of all appearances, "'before she had known the whole truth.'

but there seemed to be no words in which she could express her horror of what she had heard. So she only kept both arms about her friend, and in this close contact they sat together, Virginie clearly grateful for the unspoken sympathy. At length Patricia broke the silence. "'Have they—have they made you do many things you hated?' she asked hesitatingly. "'I do not quite understand how they could use you.'

"'They have spent, as they say, a long time training me,' said Virginie. "'I was to pose before people as just what I am, a Belgian refugee, and arouse sympathy, and get into their confidence, and then,' she shuddered again, "'draw from them any secrets of interest to the German government, or perhaps take from them any secret papers of importance if I could manage it, or—or that kind of thing. They thought at first that I should be very successful, very helpful to them.'

"'but I fear I have not—that is, I do not fear it, I am glad of it, "'only I know that I risk my father's life with every act of resistance.'

"'Twice I have failed them. "'Once in England, in a hotel there, "'they arranged that I should become acquainted "'with the wife of a prominent British general at the front. "'She took a great fancy to me, and had me with her very often. "'They knew that she had papers of her husband's "'of great importance in her possession, "'and I was to obtain them somehow. "'But I could not do it, if for no other reason "'than she had been so kind to me. "'And soon she went away to do red cross work at the front, "'so I never had another chance.'

i was thankful from my heart but oh they were very very angry i thought they would surely fulfil their threat and take my father's life but they gave me another chance when your country declared war we came over here and stayed for a time in a big hotel in washington there a second time i was made to form the acquaintance of an american diplomat and his wife who were staying at the same place

they were very sorry for me and interested in me because i was a belgian refugee and invited me often to their rooms i did not care for them as i had for the english lady but they too were kind and good to me

"'Madame van der Poel had ordered me, on a certain day when I had been visiting in the lady's room and she had left me alone for a time, to go through her writing-desk and hunt for one particular document, and again I failed them. I could not do this horrible thing when it came to the moment, and I pretended to be very ill and obliged to return at once to my room. That night the diplomat and his wife were moved to the house of a friend, where they were to visit for an indefinite time.'

"'The wrath of these terrible people against me knew no bounds, "'and I thought for a time that nothing could save my father. "'But they decided to give me one more chance, and that chance was you.' "'Patricia started in spite of herself. "'But how? How do they know there is anything about me of interest to them?' "'They know everything,' declared Virginie, "'apathetically accepting what was to her a common everyday fact.'

"'Yes, they know everything, though how they find it out I cannot imagine. They seem to have a million eyes and ears watching and listening for them in every country. They know that your father has a very important secret mission. Whether they know just what it is, I have not been able to tell, but they know that it is vital to understand that mission, to stop his work if possible. They wish to obtain a secret paper he has, at any cost.'

they knew you were both to come to the hotel we ourselves came there the day before we changed our room once so as to be nearer to you then i received my instructions i was to form an acquaintance with you somehow it should be easy since we were about of an age

i was to be with you frequently constantly i was to discover if you were in your father's confidence i was to locate that secret paper and i was to obtain possession of it when the time seemed ripe it was to be my last chance if i failed well you can imagine the rest

"'I liked you from the first. Yes, I loved you. On that first night when you caught me spying on you from the door across the hall, and were so sweet and charming to me, I loved you. And that love made all the harder what I had to do. I determined that I would not get acquainted with you. I would pretend that you did not wish or encourage it. But my delay only angered Madame van der Poel. She took matters in her own hands on that morning when she told you I was ill with a headache, and forced the friendship on me in spite of myself.'

"'You know that I was not ill, nor did she have to go to New York. She merely went out and stayed out all day to give us a chance to get acquainted. Well, you know the rest of that history. How strangely I acted at times, how abominable I was to you. I do not yet understand how you could have been so sweet and forgiving. But the more you were, the more I hated what I had to do, and delayed about it. And the longer I delayed, the more angry Madame Van Der Poel grew with me.'

of one thing i was glad i could discover nothing about any secret paper and they were beginning to doubt whether your father really had it with him or whether it was concealed elsewhere at any rate much to my surprise after that last night i spent with you madam informed me next morning very early that we were leaving the hotel to come here

"'She did not offer any explanation at the time, "'but I know now that it was because they had obtained the secret paper at last. "'I know not how, and there was no need to stay longer at the hotel. "'I tried so hard to get some word to you in spite of her. "'I had just whispered part of the message to the bellboy when she interrupted, "'and I got no other chance.'

"'But though I never expected to see you again, I rejoice that the terrible necessity for constantly deceiving you was over at last. "'I could at least love you always, and feel that I need no longer wrong you, but it was not to be. "'Last night I overheard them talking below, and it seems that though they had obtained what they believed to be the secret paper, "'they could make nothing of it at all, so they were as much in the dark as ever.'

they talked and wrangled over it much and at length madame herself proposed a plan she knew that your father had missed the paper and also that he was in new york searching for it on a false clue that they themselves had arranged

but she imagined that she had so well covered her tracks that neither you nor he connected us with any share in the matter, so she planned to go into the city, call at your hotel, and try to induce you to come out here with her in the car to visit me for a few hours, telling you a sad tale of how I had been taken ill again and wished to see you.

"'But while you were here, she was going to threaten you suddenly with dreadful things, both to yourself and your father, if you did not tell her the secret of the paper. "'And after she had frightened you into telling, as she was sure she could, she was to have you driven away in the car and left in some distant and unknown locality, and by the time you would at last return to the hotel, we would all have disappeared and could not be traced.' "'But I do not know the secret of it,' cried Patricia.'

Virginie only shrugged her shoulders with a foreign gesture. "'So much the worse for madame, then,' she went on. "'She knew she was taking that chance, but she felt almost certain you were in your father's confidence. If you did not know, then the same programme would be carried out. But first, before she questioned you, she wished me to try and draw the secret from you. If I were successful, it would be so much simpler for her.'

"'She summoned me to her this morning and instructed me in the part I was to play. "'And that is why I shuddered so when I saw you. "'I thought she had been successful in her ruse to get you here. "'I had tried so hard to prevent it. "'Last night I called you on the upstairs telephone, softly, so they might not hear, "'for they were still wrangling down below. "'But I could not finish. Melanie was coming up the stairs. "'I had to ring off. Now you know it all.'

she ceased speaking and sat staring into her lap her hands clasped so tightly that the knuckles showed white patricia also sat in stunned silence now that the whole terrible plot had been revealed to her it all seemed so infinitely worse than anything she had imagined that she could scarcely collect her senses two things stood out in her mind with distinctness

"'The crimson patch was concealed somewhere in that house. "'She must get hold of it at all cost. "'It was vital to her father's, yes, even to the whole country's interests. "'And Virginie must be snatched somehow from the clutches of these terrible enemies "'who were using her against her will for their own ends. "'But how was it to be accomplished? "'At that moment, Chet Jackson's head appeared suddenly over the bushes.'

"'If you'll excuse me, ladies, for mentioning it,' he whispered, "'something's got to be done pretty quick. I figure the madam will be getting back any minute now.'" End of chapter 12. Chapter 13 of The Crimson Patch This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. The Crimson Patch by Augusta Huyel Seaman Chapter 3

Virginie decides. Virginie looked up in alarm. "'Who is that?' she cried in a low voice, and then recognizing the bellboy she had seen so often at the hotel, she gazed at Patricia in amazed surprise. "'How did you get here?' she suddenly asked her friend. So absorbed had she been in other matters that the question had not occurred to her before."

Patricia sketched to her in hurried whispers the history of the previous night and the assistance rendered by Chet while the boy himself stood by uneasily, watching the house and the road. When she had finished, he added, "'I gotta tell you that I heard a good deal of what the little mamsel was saying just now,'

Because I had crept back to warn you folks, you'd have to be a bit quicker if we're going to get anything done. So I pretty much know the lay of the land. Now, I got a plan in the back of my head. It's kind of risky, but I think we can swing it if we work quick. But first, we must find out what this here little mamsel is planning to do. Are you going to get her to break away from the shady gang and beat it with us? Oh, that's just what I want her to do.

Just what I've been thinking of myself, cried Patricia. Are you willing, Virginie, my dear? The girl looked at her in some bewilderment. American slang was something she had yet to become acquainted with, and Chet's last remarks were as incomprehensible to her as if they had been uttered in Choctaw. We want you to come with us, Patricia explained. You must not stay any longer with these dreadful people, Virginie.

We think we can get you away from them, and you will have a happy life and never, never be tormented by them again. But the girl shrank back in terror. No, no, she cried. It must not be. I cannot do it much as I long to. You must not ask it. My father, whispered Virginie brokenly, and she needed to say no more. Patricia understood.

She had forgotten for a moment how deeply they held this helpless girl in their power. And after the many terrible tales she had heard of the enemy's cruelty, she had not the slightest doubt that they would carry out their threat. What could she say or do that would be of any avail in the face of this? She looked at Chet helplessly. Say, he declared at length. This here's sure a bad lookout, but there must be some way out of it.

You can't make me believe that in this here freak country any bunch of Huns is going to get away with a come-on game like that. Why, say, what's the matter with this? We'll bundle the little mamzell into the car and hustle back to the city and get the police out here in a jiff and raid the whole place before they have time to turn around. We'd sure find that crimson patch somewhere in the ranch.

and they'd have the bunch all in the jug before they had time to do any telephoning or send any messages or anything. What say? No, no, cried Virginie, who had somehow taken in his meaning in spite of his slang. It would not do, do you not understand?

They are not all here in this house, only Madame and Melanie, her maid, and the chauffeur Herman Clauser, they call him Jacques Therret in public, are here. But there are many, many others in New York, everywhere. They are all in these plots. They would find out what had happened, and they would send the message. I am not safe, though you were to shut up a dozen of them in jail at once. Do you not see?

They did see. Chet scratched his head in perplexed thought, and Patricia stared at them both helplessly. It seemed an almost impossible tangle. It was Chet who presently shrugged his shoulders and addressed them in words of firmness and determination thus. "'Say, this here does certainly seem some little puzzle. But you want to think ahead of things a bit and reason out how things are likely to go on if they keep running in the same groove.'

Have you thought of this, Miss, er, Mamsel? If you keep on like this, just knuckling down to them all the time, are things ever going to get any better? Ain't they going to force you to do worse and worse all the time just as long as they can keep you under? That's the hunt of it. They believe in terrorizing, they do. They think they got you cold as long as they can scare the living wits out of you. And that's where America put it all over them.

They didn't scare for a cent. All the Yanks ever thought of was, lead me to them. Just let me get my hands on one of them here Huns. I'll give them a little dose of frightfulness. And they did too. And the Huns are turning tail and beating it this very minute at Chateau Theory and thereabouts. That's the spirit to have. Don't let them put it over you. And another thing maybe you haven't thought of, Miss Mamzell.

"'Do you really believe everything they're telling you? I bet they'd as soon fool you as eat their dinner. How do you know this is all true about your father? He may be well and safe this very minute.' "'No, no, no,' interrupted Virginie. "'If that were so, I would have heard from him in some way. I have heard nothing in all these three years. No, he is not safe. He is surely in their power.'

"'Well, that may be so,' insisted Chat. "'But still I say you can't trust him. "'And there's one thing you can trust, "'and it's the most powerful thing in the world today, "'and that's this little old U.S. government. "'If anything on Earth can help you, that can. "'And you'd a great sight better put your trust in that "'than knuckle down any longer to this beastly bunch of Hun spies. "'Ain't I talking sensible, Miss Patricia?'

Indeed you are, Patricia echoed enthusiastically. Why, Chet is right, Virginie. Absolutely. Can't you see it? I only wonder we didn't think of it before. Your choice lies between these horrible, unscrupulous creatures and the finest, most powerful government in all the world. How can you even hesitate? You can't go on forever this way with Madame Vanderpool.

Someday they might put an end to your father's life for some reason of their own, and you couldn't do a thing to stop it. Mightn't even know it. You'd be perfectly helpless, whereas if you get yourself out of their power, you stand some chance at least of rescuing your father too. Take the chance, Virginie. These people are not so powerful as they seem to you because you have been so shut up with them. They have let you know nothing. Take the chance.

I believe it is your only chance to help your father and yourself. And Virginie, very much impressed, visibly wavered. She had indeed taken no thought for the future, hopelessly supposing her bondage would go on indefinitely as at present only serving to prolong her father's existence by her acquiescence. To her it was indeed a terrible chance, yet not quite so uncertain as it had once seemed.

Perhaps the United States was more powerful than she realized. Perhaps. But suddenly, she threw all hesitation to the winds. Yes, yes, you are right, she exclaimed. I will go with you. Perhaps I can serve him best so. Hooray, good for you, cried Chat, overjoyed. And now about this here crimson patch. Do you think there's any chance of our getting hold of it? Where do you suppose Madame keeps it salted down?

Patricia, too happy for expression at Virginie's decision, could only press her hand firmly. "'Yes, Virginie, we must, if possible, get the crimson patch.' "'Have any idea where it is?' "'I saw it in her writing desk this morning,' replied Virginie. "'While she was telling me what I must do, she was explaining to me how I must get you to tell me the secret of it, if I could, without, of course, allowing you to think it was here.'

I do not think she put it back in the safe. She is so sure of herself that she has no fear of its being discovered. Then it ought to be possible to get it somehow or other, mused Patricia. Who is this maid Melanie that you speak of, Virginie? And where do you think she is now? Melanie has been Madame Vanderpool's servant for many years, answered the girl. She is the only one among them all who cares in the slightest for me.

I think she is quite fond of me, though she has never said so. She is a strange, silent woman. Is she a German? questioned Patricia. Yes, by birth, but she lived so long in Belgium that I think she came to feel more Belgian than German. I think she certainly hates all this spy work, but she is bound to Madame Vanderpool by many obligations and she dare not make a protest.

Madame at one point gave her a great deal of money to help her family who were in great need, and Melanie is very loyal to her. But she has always been fond of me ever since I was a baby, and I feel sure that she resents at times the way they treat me. I only feel this, for she never has said one word. I do not think she would dare let them know it.

She is probably in the kitchen now, for she has to get the meals as well as wait on Madame. There are no other servants around. Madame will not have them lest they discover too much. Hermann Clauser is not a servant. He is one of the worst of them, the spies. But he drives the car and acts to the world as Madame's chauffeur.

Well, if Melanie is in the kitchen and the rest of them out of the way, said Chet, it ought to be a pretty good time to swipe that sketch. Do you think you dare go in and cabbage it, little miss? Or shall I try? It would be safer and quicker for you if you think you don't mind because you know where the desk is and this here Melanie wouldn't think it so strange to see you going in and out.

"'But if you don't care for the job, I'll try my hand at it. "'But we got to be quick whatever we do "'cause the madame may be back any minute. "'How about it?' "'Oh, I will try it,' assented Virginie. "'It would be far better for me "'since I know the location and can go in and out freely.' "'Patricia gave her a hug and murmured, "'You darling!' "'And she was just about to set forth on her quest "'when Chet cried, "'Hold on!' and laid a detaining hand on her arm.'

The sound of a motor was heard tearing madly up the road, and in another moment, Madame's car had swung into the driveway. Can you beat that for luck? snorted Chet, and Virginia huddled back against Patricia with a little moan of despair. End of chapter 13

CHAPTER XIV. MELANIE

the car stopped in front of the door and madame stepped out she was in real ill-humor that was plain and she stood talking long with the chauffeur then she went into the house the chauffeur sprang into the car and drove off at a furious pace in the same direction from which they had come the three crouching at the edge of the woods watched it all with bitter disappointment and alarm what shall i do shuddered virginie

it is now too late to carry out our plan it can never be done oh i fear that i shall never be free from her power now just cut out all that said chet brusque but well-meaning you could be quit of her this very minute if we wanted to beat it and take it to the auto

But what we're trying to do is to save that there crimson patch if possible. Perhaps we can't do it just the way we meant to first, but there certain is some way if we can just work it out. How about this? Suppose you go back to the house, just casual like, and see what the fuss is all about. We will stay put right here. It's perfectly safe, and we can stay here all the rest of the day if necessary.

Then later, perhaps after you've had your lunch, you'll find some chance of getting that sketch and wandering off here to the woods again. And then it will just be hi-ho and beating the speed limit back to the city for us all. How about it?

virginie thought it over carefully i think perhaps that is a good idea i will tell you why after luncheon madame always goes to her room to rest and sleep melanie will be busy in the kitchen and if the chauffeur does not come back it will all be quite safe

i think he will not come back i have a feeling that he has gone to new york to consult with with the rest of them but madame may not leave the sketch in her desk she may lock it in her safe but i will go back though she is terrible when she is angry but remember this always virginie patricia assured her she can do nothing now to harm you personally things have changed since you thought yourself completely in her power

"'We are here, and if things get too bad, call to us or make some outcry, and you'll have help there before you know it. You are not alone anymore.' Thus cheered and comforted, Virginia took her book, murmured an inarticulate farewell, and stepped into the open. The two who remained watched her breathlessly as she crossed the lawn and ascended the steps of the little porch. Then the door closed behind her, and they heard and saw no more."

A nerve-wracking period of suspense followed. When it was plain that she would not, in all probability, reappear for two or three hours, Chet suggested that they go back to where the others were waiting, lest Delia become anxious and try to hunt them up.

we might as well as have some lunch while we can he added you can tell her that the little mam'selle will join us later if she asks any questions there's no telling how long we have to wait and you'll feel better for some eats ted and i will keep watch but

but be ready to beat it any minute if we give the signal. They found Delia happily absorbed in arranging the lunch and very little concerned about Patricia's absence and the non-appearance of the Belgian girl. She had struck up a friendship with the inarticulate Ted, and the two were busily occupied in transforming the rear seat of the Jitney into a luncheon table.

the food restored patricia's courage and revived her hopes which had begun to wane with the disappearance of virginie when the meal was over she told delia she was going to fetch virginie then she and chet went back to the post and resumed their long vigil

meanwhile what was happening in the house of the green shutters the wrath of madame at the failure of her plan was all that virginie had expected it would be and the girl had to bear the brunt of it when she ventured in at last madame had called at the hotel and asked for patricia she was not in and had not been seen since breakfast nor had they the hotel authorities had any information as to her whereabouts

Neither did they know when she would be back. Madame had waited in the lounge for over an hour, but no Patricia had appeared. Then, fearing to be seen there any longer, she had come away. Where had the little idiot flown to, she inquired in a violent temper? Could it be possible that she had joined her father? All her plans were now upset by this unaccountable action of her intended victim.

virginie compelled to listen to it all and fearful of betraying some knowledge of the matter was more uncomfortable than she dared to show and could only sit by with downcast eyes and her usual air of terrorized docility

it is your fault i believe it is all your fault madame stormed and virginie shrank back physically as well as mentally though she knew that madame in no way realized how very much her fault it actually was and was only venting her ill temper on the nearest object well let us go to luncheon madame at length announced when her ill humor had spent itself

it has been a bad day's work but we must eat and afterward i will rest and think what to do next the meal was consumed in utter silence madame was absorbed with her own thoughts and virginie was only too thankful for a respite from her angry accusations

all during the hour she was praying hoping wondering what madame was going to do about this sketch still carelessly lying in the drawer of her writing-desk would she remember to put it safely away before she retired to her room every mouthful choked the girl but she made a brave pretense of eating it seemed as if madame would never be done with this dreadful meal the most trying that virginie had ever endured

But the ordeal was over at last. Madame Rose pushed aside her chair and left the room without further remark. And Virginie, with loudly beating heart, heard her pass through the living room and linger a moment at her desk, rustling the papers about. What was she doing? Oh, if she only dared to peep in and see! But madame

but melanie was silently clearing the table so she passed out to the screened veranda beyond hearing madame ascending the stairs as she did so and she did not even know what had become of the crimson patch

It seemed as if Melanie would never finish her work in the dining-room. Half an hour passed, and she was still fussing about, washing, as she usually did, all the silver and glass in the butler's pantry, and passing and repassing in and out on her many errands. Not until she retired to the kitchen would Virginia dare to begin her investigations. But all things come to an end if one waits long enough, and Melanie at length made her last trip into the dining-room.

virginie heard her retreating footsteps in the direction of the kitchen with a sigh of unutterable relief her one terror now was lest madame might call to her to come upstairs and fan her and read aloud to her as she frequently did when the mood took her

besides being an utterly repugnant task it would in this case put an end to every thought of escape according to her prearranged plan with the two waiting in the woods if she could only get away before that happened all would be well

the kitchen door closed at last virginie gathered all her courage and tiptoed through the dining-room and on into the living-room beyond her knees shook so that she could scarcely walk and a mist seemed to float before her eyes she felt sure that her pounding heart could be heard by madame herself in the room above

The desk stood in a big bay window and was closed but not locked. Virginia pulled open the drawer, which gave with a resisting squeak, so loud that her very heart stood still at the appalling sound. She stood motionless for what seemed an hour, but nothing happened, and she gradually came to the conclusion that the sound must have passed unnoticed. Then she bent to look at the contents of the drawer.

The crimson patch was not there. At least it was nowhere to be seen on the top. But the drawer was in some confusion, for Madame was by no means a methodical person. Virginie ventured to put in her hand and push the papers out. Could it be? Yes, it must be that Madame had taken the sketch away, for it was nowhere to be found. Virginie could have wept as she stood there with the terrible disappointment of it all.

but suddenly her heart gave a leap for her searching fingers had come in contact with something that felt familiar far down at the bottom of the drawer it was the heavy water-colour paper that she remembered so well

madame indolent with the desire for her afternoon sleep and reluctant at the moment to go to the trouble of locking away her treasure had carelessly tucked it away in a far corner of the drawer under a mass of bills and other papers with a great sigh of joy virginie drew out the crimson patch

An instant after she had done so, a slight sound behind her caused her to whirl about in sudden alarm. Melanie stood in the doorway between the portieres, surveying her with stern surprise.

For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Read by Kiera Abrien. The Crimson Patch by Augusta Houle Seaman. Out of the Net. Sheer terror at her awful position froze Virginie to an immovable statue for a moment. It seemed almost unbelievable, like the situation in some terrible dream. Could it actually be true? She knew not what to say, what to think, what to do.

Her brain absolutely refused to work. Her body to move. It was Melanie herself who broke the spell. "'What are you doing here?' she whispered. The sound of her voice released Virginie from the nightmare of immovable terror. A sudden determination was born in her, a wild impulse to throw herself entirely on the mercy of this strange, silent woman whose sympathy she had sometimes felt, though it had never been expressed.'

"'It was, she also realized, her only course now. "'Oh, Melanie, I can stand it all no longer. "'I am going to go away. "'I am going with friends who will love me and be kind to me, "'and to show my gratitude to them for taking me away from this terrible place. "'I am going to restore to them what she has stolen. "'This, it is all I can do. "'Help me, Melanie. "'I think you care for me a little, do you not? "'I have always thought so.'

Do not drag me back again into this horrible life. She crept over and clasped both arms around the woman's neck. Melanie caught her breath in surprise. The contact of the girl's clinging body and the clasp of her soft young arms seemed to have a curious effect on the stern, repressed woman. Tears started in her eyes and her breath came in little gasps. She raised her arms and for an instant it seemed as if she were about to push the girl away.

"'Then, to Virginie's surprise, she suddenly clasped her in a convulsive embrace. "'My little heart, the only baby I have ever had to love,' she murmured brokenly. "'Virginie was quick to seize her advantage. "'Oh, Melanie, help me to get away from this terrible house. "'I can endure it no longer. I have suffered too much. "'You know what I have suffered, and now at last I have the opportunity to get away from it all.'

"'Do not prevent it, dear Melanie. Do not tell her, and I will love you always. Will you do this one thing for me?' The woman hesitated for a long, tense moment. Then she shrugged her shoulders and pushed the clinging girl a little way from her. "'I owe much to her. Everything, practically,' she said. "'My existence, almost, and the lives of my family. My mother and my little sisters would have died of starvation had it not been for her.'

"'She saved us all, but she has made me pay a terrible price. "'She owns me, body and soul. "'I have done despicable things for her, because I had to. "'But one thing has been harder for me than all the rest. "'Her treatment of you, my little Virginie, in these last four terrible years. "'I have loved you always from a baby when you were left motherless. "'I have felt all that she has made you suffer. "'Yet what could I do? I was helpless.'

"'But now you wish to escape, to get away from it all. "'Well, you shall. "'It will perhaps help to ease my conscience that I have done at least one good deed. "'I will leave the way clear. "'You shall take the paper, if you wish, and go. "'I only pray that you may be happy at last. "'Madam shall never know how you got away. "'But wait just one moment. "'There is something I wish to give you before you go. "'Stay where you are, and I will be back immediately.'

Virginie, only too grateful for the turn affairs had taken, consented to remain where she was till Melanie came back, and the woman hurried away in the direction of the kitchen. But Melanie was gone what seemed a very long time. The girl began to grow impatient and even alarmed at the delay. What if Madame should take a notion to call her now? What could Melanie be about?

"'And even as this passed through her mind, "'the languid voice of Madame floated down the stairs, "'calling to her to come up and read aloud "'and fan her till she got to sleep. "'In an agony of anxiety, Virginie stood, "'reluctant to answer yet scarcely daring not to, "'till at length Melanie came hurrying back. "'Here it is,' she whispered "'and crushed a scrap of paper into Virginie's hand. "'Now go,' she ended, pointing to the door.'

"'I will tell her that you are not in the house. Have no fear. And goodbye.' They clasped each other in a last embrace. Then Virginie, the precious crimson patch clutched to her heart, slipped silently out of the door that Melanie held open and fled away across the lawn. And ere the door was closed, she had reached the edge of the woods and flung herself into the arms Patricia held out to her.

It was a mad ride back to the city, a ride in which they broke the speed limit many times and slowed down to normal pace as the outskirts of the town appeared. Virginie sat with Patricia on the rear seat. So exhausted nervously was she that she could say almost nothing and only lay back with her eyes closed and her hand clasped in Patricia's. And Patricia was sensible enough not to urge her to talk, though she was burning with curiosity to know how the girl had made her escape with the crimson patch.

The precious sketch now lay securely hidden and she longed for the moment when she could restore it to her father. And the thought of her father brought her suddenly face to face with the problem of what they were going to do when they got back to town again. She shrank from the idea of returning to the hotel with the half-fainting Belgian girl. It would arouse comment. Besides that, if her father or Mrs. Quayle were not there, it might be a dangerous place for them to stay alone.

who could tell but what madam might trace them there and demand the immediate return of the girl who was supposed to be in her care what indeed were they to do she leaned forward and confided her doubts to chet

And again, she was astonished at the foresight of this clever boy. "You bet I worked that all out some little time ago. It sure wouldn't be healthy for you to go back there, at least not till your father gets back. But I got a scheme that'll work alright. That is, if you care to do it. You come right to our place and stay with my mother. I told her this morning she might have some company before night, so she's half expecting you."

"'I'll go back and hang around the hotel, and the minute your father and Mrs. Quail comes along, I'll tip them off to the lay of the land and fetch them right over. How about it?' "'Oh, Chester, you're wonderful,' sighed Patricia. "'You certainly do think of everything. I never saw anyone like you.'

"'Don't take much brain to think of that,' protested Chet modestly. "'There sure is a chance that that bunch will try to trace the girl and get her back, "'and they'd probably guess right away that she's swiped the paper and gone back to you. "'But on the other hand, they may be scared stiff for fear she's giving the game away "'and are tumbling all over themselves trying to get out of sight before the government gets on to them. "'However, we ain't taking any chances.'"

chet jackson's home was in an unpretentious side street a neat little box of a house and as the car drew up at the curb a large comfortable motherly woman with a wide smile extremely like that of her youngest son's appeared at the door patricia had been rather dreading the explanations and apologies that she realized must surely be in order on their arrival so weary and overwrought was she that she felt almost unequal to undertaking them but much to her amazed relief none seemed to be required

mrs jackson acted as if a fugitive party of this nature was an everyday occurrence and needed no comment come right in ladies she welcomed them when chet made the introductions you look very tired i'm going to put you in this room by yourselves and you can rest as long as you wish till someone comes for you and she led them into a neat ugly little bedroom and left them to themselves patricia made virginie lie down on the bed while she established herself in a comfortable old rocker near by

delia having assured herself that her young charges were in good hands departed for the hotel to be there when mrs quail returned for half an hour the two girls remained as she had left them each too much overcome to utter a single word so quiet was virginie at last that patricia thought she must surely have fallen asleep till she noticed two tears stealing down her cheeks why darling what is the trouble she questioned laying her head down beside her

my father sobbed virginie do you think i have have killed him to divert her mind from this distressing subject patricia begged her to tell how she had managed to make her escape and in the recital the belgian girl forgot her fears for a while but what was it that melanie gave you

questioned patricia and virginie opened her hand and disclosed the crumpled scrap of paper that she had held clenched in it all this time so absorbed had she been in other things that she had not till this moment noticed or thought of it together they smoothed it out and bent to read the sentences hastily scrawled on it in lead pencil there is something i must tell you it read in french as i am cowardly enough not to wish to say it before your face but i cannot let you go away forever without knowing it

"'Would I had told you before, but I did not dare. You have been kept in this bondage by the threat that your father would pay with his life if you dared to disobey them. Have no fear. The threat is powerless. Your father died during the siege of Antwerp. A painless death. A shell struck and exploded near his villa, damaging it. He was not injured, apparently, at the time, but the shock evidently affected his heart, for he was found soon afterward lying peacefully in his chair, dead.'

you should rejoice that this is so for he is happy and at peace and he never could have been so again had he remained alive may god have some happiness in store for you in the future good-bye for the last time melanie virginie uttered one sobbing astonished cry and buried her face in the pillow patricia without a word walked away to the window and left her alone to the sacredness of her sorrow

But as she stood with clenched hands, staring out at nothing, she found herself murmuring over and over again, Oh, they are not human! They are not human!

the crimson patch by augusta hoole seaman the secret of the crimson patch it was mrs quayle who arrived on the scene first she came in a taxi having received elaborate directions from chet who remained at the hotel to watch for the return of the captain there was one comfortable thing about mrs quayle that patricia always particularly admired she seemed to understand things and situations without any explanations

she came in now took both patricia's hands in hers and kissed her quietly you poor child if i had only known what a tangle you were in i would not have gone off so thoughtlessly yesterday without first letting you know i supposed of course your father was with you i am thankful at least that i am home in time to help you out of the muddle that was all but patricia realized that whatever she knew or did not know about the affair it made no difference whatever in her desire to be of help

"'She decided to tell her at once about Virginie, "'and did so while they were standing outside the door of the room "'where the Belgian girl was. "'Mrs. Quayle had met her casually at the hotel, "'in company with Patricia, "'and had always cherished a liking for the lonely, diffident girl. "'When she had heard all the stories, "'she stood thinking a moment and then said decisively, "'You simply cannot go back to that hotel. "'It is no place for you after all that has happened. "'Now I have a plan, and I shall urge your father to fall in with it.'

part of my house is at last habitable at least three bedrooms and the living-room and kitchen are i have had old juno there for a week getting them an order and was going to leave the hotel for them myself in a day or two i want you all to come with me and make your home there for a time

"'I do not believe it is either right or safe "'for you to stay any longer in that public place, "'especially after what has happened. "'We'll go right over now, and I'll send word for your father "'to follow as soon as he arrives. "'We can go back to the hotel some other time and pack up your belongings.' "'Oh, Mrs. Quayle, it is lovely of you to propose it,' sighed Patricia. "'You don't know what a relief it will be to get away from that place. "'I could never stand it again after the dreadful hours I spent there last night.'

"'But what about Virginie?' "'Never mind about her. Just take me to her now, if you will, and we'll settle about that later.' Virginie still lay on the bed, no longer sobbing or weeping, but with her head buried in the pillow, quiet, hopeless, and inert. She did not even look up as they entered the room. Patricia gently roused her, and she sat up to greet Mrs. Quayle in a timid, half-frightened manner. But Mrs. Quayle had long since settled in her own mind her plan of action.

she sat down on the side of the bed and put one arm protectingly around virginie dear she said softly i know your story now all that you have suffered all the brave sacrifices you made to save the life as you supposed of the father who was no longer living all that has ended

"'Now, dear, I am a very lonely woman. "'I have no children and very few relatives left, "'and I have always felt a warm interest in you "'since I first saw you with that unscrupulous woman. "'I knew you were not happy. "'Will you come and make your home with me and be my daughter? "'I will bring you up as my own. "'We are two lonely people. "'I have no daughter, you have no mother. "'Why should we not be happy together?'

The girl stared at her for a moment, almost uncomprehendingly. Then, suddenly, she grasped the meaning, and it seemed too wonderful to be true. "'Oh, you—you're too good—too—' Her head went down on the motherly shoulder, and her arms crept around Mrs. Quail's neck. And so Patricia, tears of happiness standing in her own eyes, stole out of the room and left them together.

it was ten o'clock that night before captain meade himself arrived tired dusty discouraged and decidedly bewildered by the change his daughter had made so unexpectedly in her place of residence chet had encountered him in the lobby of the hotel and steered him at once to mrs quail's house without any special explanations as he felt that patricia was the one best fitted to offer these

and it was not till after he had bathed and had some supper that patricia alone with him in the library ventured to ask what success he had had in his search none at all absolutely nothing to show for it he replied warily we have raked new york from end to end without success

When we went there originally, we were on a good scent. Actually, had the fellow spotted, who we knew without fail, must have had the sketch in his possession. But when we finally ran him down, he had nothing of the kind about him, nor had he any opportunity to dispose of it anywhere. So we had to give up that clue. I confess, I'm terribly discouraged. Patricia smiled cheerfully. "'Well, never mind, Daddy. You've had a hard time, but perhaps things aren't as bad as they seem.'

He looked at her wonderingly. "'I don't know how they could be much worse,' he exclaimed a little impatiently. "'One of the most valuable of the government secrets is in the hands of the enemy at this minute.' Patricia lifted a book from the table, took something from it, and laid it on her father's knee. "'I hate to contradict you,' she remarked gaily, "'but I think the Crimson Patch is at this minute in the possession of the one who has the most right to it.' It was long after midnight.'

the rest of the household was all asleep but patricia still sat with her father by the open fire for the night had turned chilly she sat on his knee her head snuggled comfortably in his coat collar

"'The ensuing interval, after she had told her story, "'had been a confusion of telephoning and interviews, "'not only with Chester Jackson, "'but also with the mysterious Mr. Brainerd, "'a curly-haired, light-complexioned, athletic young man, "'with whom her father had been closeted "'for three-quarters of an hour in close conference. "'Patricia was glad when it was over, "'and they had all gone and left them alone together.'

but daddy she was saying there are still a whole lot of things i don't understand about this at all you kept saying we were hunting for it in new york now who is we i thought you shared this secret with no one the captain laughed

"'You are right. There's quite a little you've still to learn. We is mainly Mr. Tom Brainerd, whom you saw here tonight. He's a government secret service man, the best around these parts, and he's been near me for protection ever since we first came to the hotel.' "'He has?' cried Patricia. "'Why, I never saw him before in my life!' "'Oh, yes, you have,' contradicted the captain. "'You saw him every day of your life, only you didn't know him. I confess, he looked a little different.'

"'Mr. Tom Brainerd was no other than your pet spy, poor Peter Stoker, my dear.' Patricia's jaw dropped, and her face was a study in bewilderment. "'Then—then he—then he wasn't Franz?' she stammered. "'He certainly was not. He elected to come here disguised as he was because his countenance in real life is a little too familiar to the German spy system in general.'

The manager of the hotel is fortunately a good friend of mine and an ardent patriot, so Peter's task was made easy. But there was a Franz here, though he went by another name, and he too was one of the waiters. I do not believe you remember him. He was a short, thin, light-haired young fellow who had a table at the other end of the dining room. Curiously enough, both he and Peter rather suspected each other and were constantly watching each other's movements. On the day the sketch disappeared, it happened this way.

When Tom, or rather Peter, came into the room that evening with the tray containing your supper, he saw to his astonishment, lying carelessly on the table, the very sketch that he understood it was so important to guard. Immediately he saw the necessity of removing it to safety, as he knew you were not in a secret about it, so he put his tray on top of it in apparent ignorance. And when you commanded him to remove the tray, he did so, cleverly concealing and holding the sketch underneath,

When he went out of the room, he still had it concealed under the tray, but once outside and the door closed, he dropped it to the ground while trying to transfer it to his pocket. It was this unfortunate incident that he feels sure led to its theft. In all probability, Madame van der Pol was watching from her nearly closed door and saw the sketch as it fell. Guess it must be connected in some way with the secret we had been guarding. She immediately found some means to report it to her ally and companions by Franz. And then the trouble began.

"'But did Peter—I mean, Mr. Brainerd—suspect madam?' Patricia interrupted eagerly. He did not exactly suspect her, for she had done nothing and said nothing of a suspicious nature. She certainly passed herself off very well for just what she wished to seem. She is an exceedingly clever woman. His only uneasiness about her rose from the rather peculiar actions of your little friend, Virginie de Vaux. Still, as I say, Brainerd could not seem to connect her with any doubtful matters.'

Franz, he did think, was watching him, but even he did nothing to arouse suspicion. And, by the way, the Hoffmeier that Chester heard referred to is none other than this precious Madame van der Poel. It is in fact her real name, for she married after her first husband died of a German named Hoffmeier. Little Virginie told me this tonight in a short interview I had with her. So there you have the famous two. Well, to continue, Peter intended to keep the sketch by him and return it to me at the earliest opportunity.

but you know i got back very late that night and so he thought best to retain it till morning fearing it would arouse suspicion if he made an attempt to see me at so late an hour he took the chance of my being a little upset at not finding it he even thought it possible i might not discover its disappearance that night then during the night the sketch was stolen from his room

He does not even yet know, but undoubtedly Franz was the culprit. Next morning at breakfast, if you remember, Peter jogged my shoulder with the tray and I reprimanded him rather sharply. It was a preconcerted signal between us that he had something important to tell me. Later we met and he told me what had happened and that Franz had disappeared from his accustomed post. We straight away went on a keen hunt after Franz. Struck his trail at the railroad station, followed him to New York, pursued him from place to place all day,

and finally had him arrested and searched only to be disappointed in finding he had nothing of the sort on him. He must have got over to Hanford and left it there or passed the sketch to madam before she went or something of the kind. At any rate, we had to let him go the next morning as we had no evidence on which to hold him. After that, I came back here to find you and Chester had been the best detectives after all. The boy actually had the gumption to set the police on the trail of that Hanford crowd when he got back here.

they went right out to raid the place but alas every one of the birds had flown not a trace of them anywhere very likely the maid gave the warning after virginie got away and knew that the authorities would be hot-footed after them in a very short time one consolation is that madame will be known and spotted wherever she appears so her usefulness as a german spy is over in this country at any rate

"I think that I have made a great mistake in keeping you in the dark about all these things from the first." "I might better have let you into the secret of the importance of the sketch and the fact that our waiter was only a secret serviceman in disguise." "But I wanted to spare you all the worry about the matter, and I thought it would be perhaps safer for you if you knew nothing about my affairs." "I see now that I should have done differently. But at any rate, it has all turned out so well that we won't regret anything."

"'But what a Trump Chester has been! Did you ever see anyone quite so clever?' cried Patricia enthusiastically. "'He really is the one who saved the whole situation!' "'Yes, he really is a wonderful chap,' the captain agreed. "'He beat Mr. Brainerd at his own job and has done more for me than I can ever hope to repay. "'But he shall certainly have his reward as far as I'm able to accomplish it.'

"'He wants to be a detective, but he is cut out for even better things if he only has the education and opportunities. I am going to arrange to have him put into good school, and later he shall follow any line of work he seems best fitted for. He will certainly make his mark in the world some day.' "'Well,' murmured Patricia with a little sigh of content."

"'Chester and Virginie have certainly lost nothing "'and gained much by the disappearance of the crimson patch, "'so I feel as if the adventure had been well worthwhile in every way, "'even though it did cause us an awful lot of worry.' "'The captain reached over to the table and took up the sketch. "'It's a simple little thing to have caused such a lot of worry, isn't it?' "'He said musingly. "'It looks as harmless and innocent as any butterfly "'might seem fluttering about on a May morning. "'Yet it is in reality a very deadly little article, Patricia.'

"'I'm only thankful to goodness that its deadliness was so well hidden "'that those Huns never caught on to it. "'Its particular usefulness is practically over now, "'since the work I've been doing is all but complete. "'But it would have been a terribly dangerous thing "'had it fallen into the hands of the enemy and they had fathomed its meaning. "'My work would then have been almost valueless. "'And since you have done so much to aid in keeping this a secret, Patricia, "'I think the time has come to tell you the meaning of it all.'

you have earned the right and all i ask is that you will communicate it to no one till i give you permission i can trust you i know i have already told you how when i was a prisoner in germany it occurred to me that if i pretended to have lost some of my wits through shell-shock as many have the ruse might benefit me in a number of ways

I was strong and able-bodied at the time, and the Huns were particularly in need of husky prisoners to do their work, and they much prefer those who show symptoms of not having all their wits about them. I was unusually successful in the device and was finally set to work in an outer section of one of their airplane factories. Of course, under strict guard. It was here that I came in contact with a German mechanic, a man of somewhat finer caliber than most of them, to whom I was able to render a rather important service or two.

He was ill and in want, and had a serious grievance against his government. He had invented a certain device of immense importance, and he was trying to get them to accept it, and pay him enough to assure him a decent living. The government wanted the device badly enough, but was so foolish as to haggle and bargain with him over the price, offering him scarcely enough to keep him for six months. He was too ill to work and earn a living, but he steadily refused to give up his secret till properly reimbursed.

at length it came to the point where he knew he had but a little longer to live angered perhaps that his fatherland should have been so ungrateful and mean-spirited and hating to have his discovery of which he was justly proud lost to the world he confided it to me for i had some time before allowed him to know that i was not the stupid creature i seemed i asked him whether he cared if america made use of it and he replied i care for nothing now the fatherland has proved unworthy do with it what you will

Later, as you know, I myself managed to escape and get through the French lines, and so I arrived home. But being of a somewhat mechanical turn myself, I came to realize that this device, still incomplete as it was, could be perfected into an instrument of the greatest importance to the aviation arm of the service. I cannot explain to you exactly what it is, nor go into all its workings. It would be much too technical for you to understand. But I can tell you this much about it.

An aviator in a bombing plane has had one great, and till now, almost insuperable difficulty to contend with. The velocity of his machine is such that a released bomb will have, for an appreciable time after it is dropped, the same horizontal velocity. This means, in simpler language, that the bomb will be carried along for a time in the same direction, and at almost the same rate, at which the machine is going.

Thus, you see that the aviator, if he is intending to drop his bomb on a certain building or object, cannot do so when he is directly over that object but must calculate, in some way, at what point to release his bomb before he comes directly over the object or it will not hit his mark. There have been many attempts to overcome this difficulty but none very successful. The device I have perfected comes more nearly to accuracy than anything yet discovered and our own government is only too glad to make use of it.

And now we come to the Crimson Patch. When the German mechanic gave me his secret, he also furnished me with a drawing or diagram of the instrument. This was absolutely necessary to have as the invention was so complicated that I could not possibly have carried it in my head. But I realized also that it would be extremely dangerous to carry it around with me in the shape in which it was.

"'So I camouflaged the whole thing in a sketch of the crimson patch butterfly. "'And in this form it was safe enough, "'for I had made a point of sketching at times "'the various butterflies I had seen while in the prison camp. "'And the Germans thought me only a harmless lunatic on the subject. "'The crimson patch was no more to them "'than any other pretty little sketch I had made.' "'But Daddy!' cried Patricia, staring at the paper in his hand. "'I can't see a trace of anything like the drawing of a mechanical instrument.'

it is all incorporated in the veining of the wings and shading of the body he told her no one would understand it save myself for it is so much a matter of lines and scale and angles but it is all there i assure you at least in its gruer form until the machine was completed i had to have this sketch constantly where i could refer to it at times i even had to carry it about with me

so you see how important it was considering the abominable spy system by which we are surrounded that it should appear only the innocent thing it seemed well now you know the history of the crimson patch it has certainly had as they say a checkered career i would like to keep it always as an interesting souvenir but it is too dangerous to have about and the time of its usefulness has passed

only a few days ago at the place where we are to manufacture the device it was tried out and proved that it will be a practical success after some necessary alterations are made look your last on it for in a few minutes its existence will be over he held it up before her eyes a moment then slipping her off his knee he walked over to the fireplace where a big log was still smoldering stirring the fire into a blaze he tore the sketch into small bits

and dropped the fluttering pieces into the flames. Together, they watched while the charred fragments turned brown, curled over, blazed for a moment, and shriveled into a gray crisp. Five minutes later, the fire died down. The big log rolled over, burying the ashes under its bulk. And so vanished the last trace of the mysterious crimson patch. The end.

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