Evening Star Newspaper, September 15, 1925, Page 43

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WILLIAMSON, Authors of “The Lightning Conductor” and other fascinating romances of mystery and love Copyright, 1924, by Public Ledger Company. Io ‘I':rtlc. |h " ] ourt: 15 Ienl to 'the o Kenneds Haste, m arming and 'rich hnneymmm at Hidden e valt” by ‘86" HRY E"? cessful suitor for E HOUGH the month was July and the weather warm, there was a furfous fire in the furnace, evidently not long kindled, for it was here ap- parently that the very peculiar smoke and _odor of burning had originated. A frightful thought shot through Haste's brain, which turned him sick; and as Wells led the way to the furthest staircase e turned and rush- ed back to fling open the furnace door. His hand was scorched by the hot iron of the handle, and {nvoluntarily he flinched from the flery blast which | almost seared his eyeballs. The heat was Intolerable, and seem- led to be generated by masses of in- describable stuff which had been l\eny:’ed within, on a bed of coals and wood. “What have you been burning here?” Haste rapped out. Wells turned at the foot of the stairs. “Oh, odds and ends!" he said. “Odds and ends!" echoed Ken. “I can see some great bundle on the fire, like a shadow In the red. There's a smell like burning leather. “That's just what it is,” Wells an- swered quickly . . . “I shoved in a leather bag full of letters and all sorts of things.” Kennedy Haste made no answer, but his heart was sick, and his throat ached with the dumbness of his hor- ror, his fear that could find no words. He closed the door of the furance, for nothing could be touched or clear- |1y seen within the sea of flame. But on the floor close by something at- tracted his attention, almost as if a ghostly firzer had tapped him on the shoulder : 1 then pointed down. Some pink object, rather like a faded rose, lay on the gray flag- ging. He stooped quickly and pick- ed it up; a bit of coral satin ribbon it was, with a few loops of crystal bead fringe attached to one end. The other end was jaggedly charred. Evidently some garment to which it was attached had‘been stuffed into the furnace, and this little plece of ribbon had hung outside the shut door. When the rest had burnt up it had dropped, or else it had fallen when Ken opened the furnace to look in Deathly cold despite the heat. Haste recalled Eve in the dress she had worn for dinner. He was not a man who noticed or could describe a woman's clothes at all accurately, yvet he knew that Eve had been in white, with tulle sleeves that had floated out like an angel's wings as she moved. But hadn't there been something pink about the dress? Pink was Eve's favorite color. Nearly always she con- trived to have a touch of rose about her things, and that intoxicating per- fume of hers was like roses, on a hot Summer night under the moon—roses with an Eastern spice and luscious- ness. What had been the rose-touch to- night? Oh, a sash! Yes, she had had a soft pink sash swathed round her waist, with a rose | stuck into it that came to the top of | her low bodice, and brushed her beau- tiful white neck. The man’s head reeled giddily as he thought of her loveliness—and that she was lost to him. He belleved that to be so now; that she was lost. Only an hour ago—less—she had smiled at him as she slipped through the door on her way to the music room. His | phoned heart had almost burst with joy at the thought that she was his. And she had gone, never to come back-—gone where could not follow this side of the grave. He would never see her in_this world again. The thought that Rawdon Wells had robbed him of her—killed her cruelly and dellberately in the wicked house— was 8o strong that Haste cou'® hardly restrain himself. He had loved Raw- don once, admired him beyond all other men, and they had gone into the war together, though Rawdon's smash- up had come soon after. But now he hated his friend of other days so hotly that it was all he could do not to spring on him, seize him from behind, and beat his brains out on the stone floor. Something, however, restrained him. Possibly it was Rawdon’s llmp which once, in so splendid a specimen of manhood, had seemed horribly pa- thetic to Ken. Or possibly it was the recollection of Wells' word, me the benefit of the doubt.” He had promised to give that bene- fit. and he would keep his word—for a little while yet. Indeed. as his head cleared Ken realized that would be gained at this stage by kill- ing Rawdon Wells. It wasn't certain —not quite certain yet'—that he had caused Eve to disappear, though cir- cumstantial evidence of ‘many kinds gathered thickly around him. If Haste killed Rawdon Wells he would be put in prison, and could not work at unraveling the mystery. That was the most important thing of all at present—to be free! ‘Without a word he slipped into his pocket the charred bit of pink satin ribbon, with its tag of gay, glittering fringe, and followed Rawdon upstairs. ‘There was just one consolation, he told himself. Wells could not escape. The stairs led into a long, stone- paved corridor which branched off from the main hall. But it could be left or entered by a door that opened into an exterior court, known as the “Dutch tree court.” wdon, no doubt, had a key to this door, Haste reflected, and could easily have let himself in. to go down to his labora- tory, unseen by the servants. He could then have come up by the secret way, and reached the music room while Eve was playing. Afterward— but Kent tried not to think yet what might have happened afterward. He had not seen the handkerchief which Pandora had picked up near the plano. He knew nothing of that, nor of the odd odor which mingled on it with Eve's perfume. He knew only of the handkerchlef he had found In Rawdon Wells' laboratory. Otherwise, the strangeness of the fact that Eve should drop two handkerchiefs, one after another, might have puzzled him. Now I want you to, phone to the police station at Ardry-le-Mare, as you suggested,” Rawdon sald. “Uniess you'd prefer to have me to do it. Or will you wait until we've gone through the whole house and grounds?" “I'll do it myself, thank you,” an- swered Haste. “And I won't walt for | any further search before pboning— though search shall be made, of course. I'm too sure now that noth- ing good will come of it to risk longer delay in getting the police.” As he spoke he kept his eyes upon the other's face. It had become hard as a classic mask, and did not chanre. “The local police won't feel them- selves equal to this,” Rawdon sald. “They'll want to throw the responsi- bility qn Scotland Yard. But they'd think themselves insulted if you the Yard without warning RSO OORC > PRICE CONCESSIONS TO MOVE MOUNTAINS OF HESITANCY Karpen Overstuffed Group, ‘175 Three pieces in tapestry with reversible cush- ions and outside backs of each piece uphol- stered. Roomy pieces of graceful propor- tions. The present showing of Lifetime Furniture includes just dozens and dozens of unusual values. Prices now are exceptionally tempt- ing. MAYER & CO. Between D & E Seventh Street « clt AT ERERCREERRRLTOCORECOR AR nothing | begged. D. C, them. You may as well make the con- cession. It won't cause any real de- lay. The minute word reaches Sergt. Anson of whai has happened here he'll get cold feet. . They have about as much awe of Hidden Hall Court at Ardry-le-Mare as you and I have of high heaven!” ‘Wells spoke in a queer, impersonal way, as If he were outside the case, though Haste knew he must be aware that evidence, at least, was all against him. *Perhaps he has some card up Ken thought hopefully. so wild at my suspecting him that he'll spring the surprise only when the police come. There may be secret of the house—some trap Eve's fallen into—not fatal. Rawdon may know it's going to turn out all right at last.” ‘Wells opened-a door at the end of the corridor, and the two men found themselves in the great hall. Haste realized then how short a time he had been gone, for the same group of servants still crowded round the door of the music room. At sight of him they backed away, and their faces be- trayed such intense. surprise at see- ing 8ir Rawdon that it was clear none knew of his presence. Then Pandora ran out into the hall, and gave a little as she saw Wells. —so vou haven't gone to Amer- * she stammered, interrupting her- self and cutting short some sentence she had decided not to utter. “Ken thinks I've Kidnaped Eve,” Rawdon answered, with a kind of de- flance, “'Or else—that I've killed her.” “Don't say such things!" the girl “Why not? He'll be saying them to the police soon,” Wells prophesied. “The police!” “Pan” almost whis- TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 1925. of police and two constables had rumbled up to the door of the court in @ small old-fashioned motor car. Meanwhile, a thorough search of the house had been made, and as far as possible of the grounds; that is, the lawns and gardens, the various Sum- mer houses, even the stables, the new garage and the two very old cottages of lodgekeepers. There was no trace of Eve anywhere. She might have been touched by some fairy wand and suddenly made invisible. Haste had meant to accuse Raw- don Wells in flerce, direct words the moment the police arived. But some- how, he did not. He hardly knew why, unless those words ‘‘the benefit of the doubt” were still ringing in his ears. So let the police find out the truth by questioning every one in turn. That would be fair. And it weuld amount to the same thing in the end. Wells was inclined to keep to the background and let Haste play master of the house, but Sergt. Anson could not understand that line of proceed- ing. As Rawdon had said, Hidden Hall Court was like high heaven to Ardry-le-Mare, but this was not be- cause of the grandeur of the old house or its riches. It was because of “the family.” Sergt. Anson, as a boy of 19, had volunteered for the Boer War and served under Sir Rawdon's father, In 1914 he had offered himself again “for the fighting” and had been a sergeant in Capt. 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