Evening Star Newspaper, March 25, 1929, Page 28

THE EVENING STAR. WASHINGTON, THE RAG PRINCE Copyright, 1925. by _(Continued from Yesterday's Star.) CHAPTER XL. HE young lady is In a state of collapse. I" tor and a nurse. “Do you know what ha pened to her?” asked Di He was standing by the side of his bed in his pnjamas, telephone in hand. “No, The porter who was on the floor below, heard a_shriek. He ran upstairs and found Miss Bedford's door open; he saw she had fainted. and sent for me. 1 was down in the hall below.” “No sign of Malpas?” “None whatever, sir. There must have been somebody trying to get at her, because the gentleman in the room next to Miss Bedford's was found at the end of the passage ‘knocked out. He had evidenily been clubbed, prob- ably with a rubber stick, for the skin wasn't broken. H hospital to have his head dressed.” Dick was at the hotel in five minutes and the girl was sufficiently recovered | to receive him. She sat before the gas fire in her dressing gown. very white, but, as usual, perfectly self-possessed gaw Mr. Marshalt”” : “You saw him, too, did you?” Dick bit his lip thoughtfully “.Have vou scen him?" she asked in | O Lae amazement ‘He nodded. “Yes, we had a vision of him last ight. Do you remember no more?” “I'm afraid I fainted,” she said rue- fully. “It was a dreadfully feminine thing to do, but one gets that way. The | porter told me that the man in the next room was badly hurt. Oh, chk.’ what does it mean?” “It means that Marshalt is alive and in the hands of this old devil,” smd:; “Malpas is the busiest ghost in Lon- Dick. “Last night we found a I dermic in the house: we had the aff analyzed and discovered it to be a dsug || < that would have the result of reduc- ing & man to complete unconsciousness 2 ‘mixture of hyoscin, morphis and another drug that hasn't been identified, Tonight 1 had a letter from Malpas.” He took out a sheet of typewritten paper. “This is & copy. The original has gone to the Yard for finger print tests.” She took the letter in her hand and there was no need for her to ask who had written those straggling lines. “Unless you're & fool. you discovered | for & doc- | has gone off to a | s | There's nothing to tell, except that 1| ipagic’yacy's old room—I saw the street By Edgar Wallace GED AN Chicago Daily News some considered to be the comfederate of the Eltons! Dick pulled up a chair | und sat down. “What does Martin think of this?” Stanford shrugged his shoulders. “I should worry about what Martin thinks,” he said with a curl of his lip. “Martin’s 8 bit sore at me because—" He hesitafed. “Well, he thought I knew a lot more than I did know. He got an | idea that I was friendly with Lacy and knew all his secrets. T'll give Lacy this credit, that when it came to love af- fairs he never told.” Dick didn't ask for any further in- formation on that subject. | | “It's dull, especiaily at night. I'm al- | lowed to go out in the afternoon for a couple of hours, but there’s a creepiness | about this house that ce inly gets on | my nerves.” | It almost seemed as if he were sin- cere; his voice dropped to a whisper and involuntarily he looked round. ~I don't know what your boys get up, | to xext door, but there are some quaint no'zes on the other side of the wall” be said. “And last night, Moses! T thwught the house was coming down Scmething happened, too. When 1} looked out of my bedroom window— ties—I beg your pardon, full of fi policemen.” “Call them ‘fatties’ {f it pleases you," “Yes, there was something dolng. You didn’t by any chance have | an overfiow meeting of ghosts in this { house?” Stanford shivered. “Don't think about ghosts, captain,” he begged. “Why, last night I thought I saw—well, that's foolish anyway.” 'You thought you saw Marshalt.” “No—the other man, Malpas. How | did you know?” asked the other, sur- prised. don. Where did you see him.” “Coming out of the storeroom—at standing in the doorway. Only for a second.” “What did you do?” Bill smiled sheepishly. “I got upstairs as fast as I could | and locked myself in,” he said. “Back chat with ghosts ain't in my reper- | tory.” | Shannon got up. o “T'll take a peep at that storeroom if you don’t mind.” | “Youre welcome,” sald Stanford, pull- | ing out a drawer and taking a large ! bunch of keys. “It's a fool room that something last night. Lacy Marshalt is | bunctt of keve, 0% & 00 FOUn bl | not dead. have realized that he would take no | risks. The bullet-proof singlet he wore under his shirt turned the bullet, as you would have discovered if you had nade an examination, instead of being concerned with getting the girl out of the house. I am glad he is alive— death was too good for him and he will die in my time. If you wish him to live, withdraw your watchers and spies from my house.” “Everything I have found in_the house confirms the view,' sald Dick. “Marshalt is being kept under the in- fluence of this drug and is either taken on his own feet or carried wherever Malpas goes.” “It did not seem like a real face to me.” interrupted the girl. This was a new idea to Dick Shan- non. “You mean it might have been & mask? That might be an explanation. Yet if it were so why should this man write as he does? No, I think his letter is true. The reference to the hy- podermic suggests that he was forced into telling the truth by Steel's dis-.| he covery. It is a quaint case altogether. T'm going now to see after our unknown friend—I presume your scream aroused him and he came upon both Malpas and his burden—if burden it was— and was clubbed for his pains.” The injured visitor had left the hotel for a hospital, as he said. His name on the register was “Henry Johnson of South Africa.” The clerk who had received him was not on duty, so Dick had to be content with that informa- tion, and, leaving instructions that he was to be notified when the unknown guest returned, he went home. He drove on to Portham square, there to learn that nothing exceptional had hap- pened. The inspector and three men were in the house; he saw Willitt's watcher in the street outside. Leaving, he remembered Stormer’s reference to the ‘caretaker, and early the next morning Dick Shannon was a caller at Marshalt’s house. He vad had very little time to con- sidee the effect of Marshalt’s disap- erance upon his household, but he mew, as a matter of fact, that the man had given very exact instructions as to what should happen in the event of his death. Within a few hours of the news being published a representa- tive from Lacy's lawyer had visited the house, taken complete control and re- moved Marshalt's papers. It was on the following day Dick heard that a caretaker had been appointed in accord- ance with Lacy Marshalt's wishes, but he had had no occasion to call, the police work being in the hands of the jocal inspector and, so far as he was concerned, the caretaker had remained Invisible. A servant whom he remembered opened the door and showed him into the drawing room where he had last seen poor old Tonger. “I suppose things have changed very considerably with you?” he sald to the | maid. “Oh, yes, sir. The whole house has been upset, cook has gone and there are only Milly and I left. Wasn't it dreadful about poor Mr. Tonger nnd} poor Mr. Marshalt, too!” It was evident to Dick that the death of Tonger had distressed the house con- siderably more than the fate that had overtaken its owner. “You have a caretaker now?” The girl hesitated. “Not exactly a caretaker, sir,” she | gald. “The gentleman was a friend if | Mr. Marshalt's.” “Indeed?” said Dick, to whom this was news. “I had no idea that Mr Marshalt——" He checked himself, not wishing to speak disparagingly of the woman's employer. “I did not know that. Who is it?” “A Mr. Stanford, sir.” Dick’s jaw dropped. “Not Bill Stanford?” “Yes, sir, Mr. William Stanford. Tl tell him you're here, sir; he’s upstairs in master's study.” “Let me save you the trouble” said Dick with a smile. “Mr. Stanford and I are old acquaintances.” Bill was sitting in front of a big fire, his feet mous cigar in the corner of his mou and on his knees a sporting newspape As he Jooked round he rose with an em- barrassed smile. “Good morning, captain. I was ex- | pecting to see you before.” “Sr vou're the carctaker?” Bill smiled. “I'm the man in charge” he said “Nobody was more surprised than 1 when his lawyers came for me, because he wasn't exactly a friend of mine. We were not in the same set. 50 to speak.” “You knew him in South Africa, cf course?” nodded Dick. “That’s it, that's how I came to know nia at all.. Why I should have been sent for—but there it was in black and | White. with my full name and address written down-—-William Stanford of 114 Backenhall Mansions, with the amount I was to be paid and everything.” “A will, one presumes? “No. sir, it wasn't a will. Tt locked as though Marshalt expected to be called away suddenly one of these days. It said nothing about his death. it only said jf he should disapepar from any the silver fender, an enor- | K to | | Knowing him. 1 oughtel |o jiernor's cartridges and guns and junk | of that kind.” | 1t lay, Dick found, at the end of th!{! hall pasage, and was filled with an in- | describable medley of guns, saddles, old | boxes, cleaning materials, dilapidated | brooms and all the equipment that un- tidy cleaners thrust away out of sight. It had one small window, heavil barred, and there was a fireplace co ered up now. At the far end of thel room was a rough bench, on which was | a gas ring, & small, rusty vise and a few tools. There was nothing remark- | able about the apartment except its un- | | tidiness, and—— “What are in these boxes?" “I don't know; I haven't looked,” said Stanford. | Shannon pulled back the sliding lid | of one of the wooden receptacles and disclosed & mumber of small green-la- | beled cartons. “Revolver ammunition,” said Dick, “and one package has been removed re- | cently.” | ‘The under packet was free from dust, | e Saw. | “What makes you think it was Mal- | on %7 don't know; it was just the de- | scription I've had of him,” sald Stan- | ford vaguely. “I've never seen him in m; y life.” He evidently expected Dick to take his departure, and with difficulty con- cealed his annoyance when the com- | missioner led the way up the broad | stairs to the study. Dick stopped to examine the door which shut off Mar- skalt’s private apartment. “This still functions?” he asked. “As far as I know,” said the other, sulkily. “It's no good asking me ques- tions about this house, Capt. Shanuon; I'm & lodger.” “So you are” said Shannon, sym- pathetically, and turned as if to go. ‘The man's relief showed in spite of himself. “I really believe you are anxious to get rid of me” bantered the detective. Stanford murmured something about not caring one way or the other. “And how are our friends the El- tons?” “I don’t know anything about the Eltons,” said Stanford, resignedly. “They have never been great friends of mine.” And now the unwelcome visitor really took his departure. Stanford went downstairs with him and closed the door with a grimace of satisfaction. He returned to the study, locking the par- tition door behind him, opened a sec- ond door, which communicated with the little dining room, and a man stepped out. ;‘You've got good ears, Martin,” he sald. Martin walked to the window and through the heavy gauze curtain that, | covered the lower pane followed Dick | Shannon with his eyes until he was| out of sight. | | " “Early or late, T fall against that| bird,” he sald without heat. “Yes—I've | | good hearing. 1 knew it was he the | | moment I heard voices in the hall. | i How long are you staying here? There's | |a job coming along——" | | | | | Stanford spread out his arms in a gesture of regret. | “Can't take it, Martin—sorry. Some- how I feel that T ought to play square iwflh poor Lacy. The money's nothing, | | but I'll stay here just as long as they | want me. T regard it as a duty.” | Martin laughed softly. | “What did Lacy leave in the way of “So far as I know, nothing,” said the | other in a grieved tone. “It's not pick- | |ings I'm after. I was a friend of | | Lacy’s— | | “You never told me.” | | “I told you I knew him,” protested | | the other.” “Dora knows we were old | triends.” | | “Do you know Malpas?” | The ‘man’s eyes narrowed. | “Yes, I know Malpas.” He dropped | his voice until it was almost inaudible. | “And if it comes to pickings, I know | | just where to pick!” g | There was doubt and suspicion in the | | face turncd toward him. | “Where is he?” he asked, and Stan- ford laughed loudly. | “Think it out. Elton,” he said: “Think | 'of all the people who hated Lacy with good reason, think of all the clever men | and women who could act an old man | at a minute's notice—think it -out, boy, | ! and then take three guesses!™ | i : | (Continued in Temorrow's Star.) Fieur FLU [)ONT take any chances. e X Y Congquer e cold. und (e Pl may 1o ket you. 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