Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, November 28, 1922, Page 10

1 Se are E orn moh PAGE EIGHT. ak: Begin Here Today M. JONQU S, greatest of French Gctectives, telling this unusual story of the great criminal at bay- ¢ @scovered in a luxurious English country house where he is dying of @ disease which has already paralyzed the lower part of his body. the moment of success, The great criminal, wanted beaten. for a bond theft in England, tells how he went to America and at Bar Har- bor met the beautiful American girl Although a criminal, his sense of 4 cency was outraged when he sa, (hat @ dissipated Englishman. WESTRIDGE, was attempting to marry her for Ler money. He went to Westridge, told him that he wa, an old friend of the girl's fath- er and that he knows the girl must bare $60,000 to save securities which she has foolishly bought on marg'n The criminal tells how he produced the security for a loan which West ridge raised and then gave to him t turn over to the girl Go on With the Story CHAPTER IIt ‘The afternoon sun lay on the ter race of the gray stone houve, where the big creature, dead to the middle talked from his chair, clearing the mystery that had covered his dis pearance from the world. It was 5 extraordinary story, and I wished t get it, in detail, precisely clear. “It was fiction,” I asked, “this ex planation to Westridge?” He looked at me in a sort of won Ger. “I mate it up.” any of it true?” " he answered. “Don you understand? “This wae a little game that me an¢ God Almighty was settin’ up on the side.’ You knew nothing of the girl's affatre?” The thing seemed incredibic to me. “That's right” he replied, “not thing, except that her father, 4 law ler in the South, wus dead, and the small coin was beginning to mean somethin’—an’ of course the littl game of this. Westridge person—i ‘was a b!!nd pool; nobody in on it bu God Almighty.” I could not forbear a comment. “He seems. to have helped you !r the opening.” The big creature toward me. “With little Westridge.” There wa deep irony in his voice. “I didn’ need any help, to handle him. Tha’ } was ABC stuff T= big trouble wa ahead.” “With the girl?’ the query escape: me. “No.” he replied, “that was my jot too. You listen. I'm comin’ to it “I looked out for a chance to ge the girl by herself, an’, about fou o'clock I got it. There had been : fog in; it cleared¥a little dnd she wen for a walk. She took the path along the sea towafa Cromwell's Harbor and I followed her. She ‘turned bach where the path ends at the harbor and just before a big house, that hadn't been opened that season, I met her. turned heavily stopped in the path” Misste,’ I said, ‘could I speak to you a minute?’ 2 “There was no sham business abou! her. She was clean and straight and afraid of nothin,’ like an angel of God ‘Certainly,’ she said. ‘What is it The big man moved his loose bulk im the chair. “I know something about stori he said. “I've had to make ’em up s0 a jury would believe ‘em, an’ I done/ my best as I limped along by her “I ain't alw been rich,’ I says ‘L was down an’ out in the eighties an’ J was agoin’ to do somethin’ tha: would have rufned me, whey by God's luck I met Harry in Louisville’ (I'd heard the old women call her father Harry, so I had that much to go on.) “Al, he says, ‘what's the trouble.” ““T suppose it was in my face. 1 was broke down an’ I told him. He got it all in his head, an’ then he patted me on the. shoulder. “Old man,” he said, “a little money ain't yoin’ to do you any good. I'll git you ifty thousand dollars an’ you go out to the racecourse this afternoon an’ pick a winner.” ““T tried to turn it down. I didn’t want to lose his money; I / didn’t know one horse from another. But he just laughed and kept patting me Sn the back. “A beginner for luck,” he says. “Where's Well, I picked that big Dercum golt that nobody had ever heard of, a five to-one shot, an’ he romped in!’ “I wag alimpin’ along the seapatly aproddin’ the gravel with n atalkin’ to my feet, same 4 afraid the recollection would get away with me if I wasn't careful. The girl @idn’t say nothin’ and I went on. i y wouldn't touch the win- e picked out his fifty thousand put me-out of the room.’ limped on, talking to my feet. And it saved me two ways, for the thing I was agoin’ to do would have ruined me.’ “My voice got down pretty near in a wh sper. “I never saw Harry after that,’ I ‘until last night.” ‘She stopped quick, an’ I went on a step or two. ““My father?’ she said. Yes’ I says, not looking up, just as he looked that morn- Louisville—only he was trou- en I turned on her like I was clean breast of it. I had the in’ and the right choke-up, an’ it wasn’t all jury dope. 1 didn’t want that heavenly angel fouled over | by Uttle Westridge. It ballea the/ heart cut of me { Now, Missie.’ I said, ‘you've got! to, help me even this thing up. I] don't know nothin’ about your affairs | —I don't want'to know. But you've THE PICTURE got to tae the: same bunch of money and chance it on something.” “She shoog her head, and I had a bad” hour. Ali along that sea-path, with the fog dodgig in and out, kept right at her; I never lost a step. I was old and rich; money was nothin’ to me. “But what should I do with the} money?’ she said, finally, in a sort) of queer hesitat “I'l tell you that tonight,’ I an- swered.” The huge creature reemed} to relax, as though there had been aj} vital tension in the mere memory of the thing. “chat cleaned up my end of it.” he continued, “and after dinner when it/ was getting a little dark, I limped] over to the church. I had the last} opy of. the Financial Register in my hand. I stopped in the door. The! church was closed and it’ was dark, but I didn’t need any, l'ght for the/ busi..ess I come on. ‘Governor,’ I says, ‘the rest of this job’s up to you. I'm agoin’ te pen thls magazine here in the dark and the first thing that's advertised at the top of the page on the right- nd eide is the thing I'm agoin’ to; tell her to put the coin on—Ready,” “4 “BUT WHAT WITH THE MO SHE SAID. I says, ‘go to tt! a he page « Again I folded back to the hotel.’ “I got hen I saw the p t was seme sort of, Canad’an gold nine. so fishy that ‘the letters had m.. But I says to my-| ¢ the Governor's business,’ n’ I cut it out, put it into an en-| draft, and left it at morning 1 slid out.| months later the plaug .. 1 crippled into England, to hide me while I died,! me here.” And the gold stock,” I said. oso it turned her out a fortune.” | energy came back for an in-| stant inte his voice. “it was so rocten,’ he replied, “that he Governor-General of Canada sum-| moned all the victims to meet with him for a conference in Montreal." | At this moment I caught the sousid! of a motor cntering the gates at some! listance throvgh (he park. The huge| paralytic also heard it, and his atten- tion was no lcMgcr toward me. It was} on the gteat coach-colored limousine diawing up at the end of the avenue| of ancient becch-trees. H I looked with im. 9 A girl lelped* out by footmen step: | into the avenue, carpeted} now with the yellow Autumn leaves. Even at the distance it was impossible to nitstake her; her charm, her beau ty, were the wonder of England. And on the instant, as in a flash of the I recalled the painted picture ging in a great house in Berkeley quare, the picture from which this | creature's mutilated photograph had! beeh taken, the picture of a young sirl in an ancient chair, with no orn-} ament but a bit of jade on a cord about her neck. “It's the young Duchess of lingham,” I sald: The big creature beside me was struggling to rise, his voice in an excited flutter. Sure," he sald, “God Almighty didn't throw me down. When she went up to that conference in Mon- treal, He had young Hurlingham on| thesepot—fine, straight, clean young-| stér as ever was born. It was love her at sight; an’ now’—he made a great gesture ag though to include something, without a visible lin “she’s got all these places in z- land, an’ all that Standard Oil mone that belonged to his mother’s people.” The girl, radiant as a vision, was advancing on the carpet of golden beech-leaves, and I hastened to put a final query, the thing I had come here to find out. I had given up the idea of an arrest. The man was dy- ing. “What did you do with the regis- tered bonds that you got when you cracked the vault of the British Em- bassy in Washington the night be- fore you went to Bar Harbor? They had Lord Dovedale’s name on them, and they could not be negotiated.” The whole sagging body of the un- steady creature strained toward the advancing vision as toward an idol. 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