The Angel of Terror

t her lodgings on the following morning to secure her signature to some docume

d Miss Briggerland were almost knocked down by the car. But yo

he now?" a

I did not see him again, though I thought I caught a glimpse of him as I came in

k. "I told the old boy not to let you o

safe during the da

nod

be very angry," she said, shaking her head

id Jack. "Did you catch a

prise. "I didn't thin

nod

d friend, namely, the gentleman who carried you

could not get away from his sincerity. Remembering Jean's description of him as "a little queer" she tried to fit that description into her knowledge of him, only to admit to herself that he had be

e your Mr. Jag

ther from your tone," smiled J

though I were a feather-I don't know now how I escaped.

ht again in time to enable the chauffeur to kee

gesture o

ened in the dark ages; men and women do not ass

If any man or woman could commit one cold-blooded murder, there is no reason why he or she should not commit a hundred. In England, America, and France fifty c

again, and Jack made no furt

some flat in Cavendish Place, and Mrs. Morgan had promised to join

regretted that she had promised to place a room at the disposal of the aged Mr. Jaggs. If he was awake all night as she presumed he would be, and sl

servants to know that

asked scornfully. "How can I have an old gentlema

n could be that

the boots. Of course, I'm too gratef

t nine, a shabby-looking old man, and Lydia, who had not yet got

and Lydia discovered that, in addition to h

g you the other day, Mr. Jaggs," sh

" he said, in his hoarse

l she realised that his curious slanting

to your room,"

the door of a small room which had been pr

king his head. "I like to sit in the dark and listen

the dark, you'll wan

erfully. "Can't write, either. I d

he switched o

t be able to

a hoarse chuckle. "Don't you worry about m

ink" was an irritation to her. She could not sleep for a long time that night for thinking of him sitting in the darkness, and "listening

brought her tea, to lea

" She hadn't slept all night for the thought of him

d at Jack Glover's office that afternoon to tell him s

him in time, and I should be obliged if you kept him f

r way, but he was so persistent, so pl

however, was not s

e's just like an old tramp, and I'm s

. "Of course, there is no danger from Mr. J

and Lydia had a feeling that she was going to l

ight, and was admitted by the maid, who s

pped, "and I'd rather have y

, attracted by the sound of voices, came to

dear, I don't like light. I like 'em dark, like them little cells in Ho

t her face. She h

liar!" sh

you used to be Mary Welch in t

d Lucy, though there was a note of fear in her

to sleep here to-night, and you're going to leave in the morning. If

gainst me," the girl w

y, when you didn't. That's another crime. Lord bless your hea

came f

you're saying

vening,

knuckled h

an argument with

ay she is

ss," said Jaggs scorn

o her room, slammed t

finished dressing when there came a knock at the door, and a trim, fresh-looking country

hat wants a maid,

a in surprise. "

for yesterday, ma'a

said Lydia

ttle disappointedly. "They sent me my

ia, "only I'm wondering who is ru