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ood om Crimson By Fred M. White CHAPTER XXXII. (Continued. Chris led at the diplomatic re- sponse. She approached the panel of the wall on which the Rembrandt had been fastened. She indicated the long steel stays which had been clamped on to the iron frame. “Look at them,” she said. “It was my suggestion that the stays should be attached to the frame to prevent anything like this robbery. I made the stays secure my- self. And what happened to justify my prudence? Why, the very same night somebody came here after the picture.” “Henson!” Littimer cried. “Ah! But fhe could have come openly.” “It is not in the nature of the man to do things openly,” Chris went on. “I know more about the man than you fmagine, but that you are to keep to yourself. He comes here in the dead of the night and he gets into the house through an upstair window. A man of his bulk, if you please! And he comes here hot-foot and breathless at a time when common prudence should have kept him in bed. Why? Because he knows that Dr. Bell has the other Rem~- brandt and will come to prove it, and tbeca he knows that if he can steal the Littimer Rembrandt he can preci- pitate the very impasse that he has brought about. But he could not steal the picture because it was fast.” “You are a very clever young lady,” Littimer said drily. “You will tell me eext that you expected Henson to try this thing on.” “I did,” Ch telegram to w: Littimer smiled. All this mystery and cleverness was after his own heart. He lighted his cigarette and tendered “T had a his case ‘n the friendliest possible man- mer to Bell. “Go on,” he said, “I am deeply inter- ted.” “I prefer not to go into details,” Chris resumed) “All I ask you to do fs to be entirely guided by me when you have heard my story. I have admitted to you that I knew when Henson was ecming, and why I am interested. Be- cause it ppens that Reginald Henson has greatiy injured someone I cared for deeply. Well, I fastened up the picture—he came. He sneaked in like the thief that he was, because his ac- complice and tool had failed to save him the trouble. Lord Littimer, I will not pain you by saying who Henson’s accomplice is.” Littimer nodded gloomily. “Not that I blame that accomplice; the could not help himself. Ah, when the whole truth comes to be told, what @ black business it will be. Well, Hen- son came to steal the picture, and I caught him in the act. If you had geen his fat, greasy, crestfallen face! Then he pretended that it was all done for a jest and as a warning to Lord Littimer. And Lord Littimer, the most cynical of men, allowed it to pass.” “T couldn’t see what he had to gain,” Littimer pleade “T don’t now, as @ matter of fact.” “Neither will you, for the present,” ‘ou will be so good me the same hospitality and courtesy toward Henson as you extend at present.” “J daresay I can manage it,” said Eittimer, cynically. “I used to be a society man once.” “Henson did not deceive me for a momen Chris went on. “He was bound to have the picture, and, being Baffled one way, he tried another. Look here, Lord Littimer. Let.me as- ‘sume for a moment that Dr. Bell came down here to steal your picture, get vid of the frame, and palm off your | wn engraving for another. Now, in the name of common sense, let me ask mple question, Could Dr. Bell bly known that the frame of the Rembrandt was fastened securely to the wall, and that I had attached it quite recently? And could he, in the short time at his disposal, have pro- ssary tools to cut away ain,, Dr. Bell can prove, X suppose, exactly what time he left London to-day. No; we must look farther for the thief.” “There is nething else, also, we have to look for,” said Dr. Bell. “And ‘thalt is the frame. You say it was of fron, and, consequently, heavy. The thief would discard the frame and roll up the print.” “That is a brilliant suggestion,” satd Chris, eagerly. “And if we only had that is the frame. You say it was of doubts at rest entirely. I happen to know, that the real thief came and swent by the cliff. under the terrace. If the frame was thrown into the gorse, there it—’ “Might stay for ages,” Littimer ex- elaimed. “By Jove, I'm just in the ‘mood to carry this business a stage or two farther before I go to bed. Bell, there are two or three cycle-lamps in the gun-room. You used to be a pret- ty fearless climber. What do you say to a hunt round for an sour or two, -while the house is quiet?” Bell assented, eagerly. Chris waited ‘with what patience she could command ‘till daylight begam to show faintly and redly in the east.” Then she heard the ~sound of voices on the outside, and Lit- timer and Bell staggered in, carrying ‘the frame between them. “Got it!” Littimer exclaimed, with ‘the triumphant exultation of a school ‘boy who has successfully looted a rare Wird’s nest. “We found it half-way down the cliff, hidden in @ patch of samphire. And it doesn’t seem to be any the worse for the adventure. Now, Mrs. Wis2acre, seeing that we have the frame, perhaps you will fulfill your promise of convincing me, once and for all, that yonder Rembrandt cannot possibly belong to me?” “I am going to do so,” Chris said, quietly. ‘‘You told me you had to cut the margin of your print by an inch or go round to fit the quaint old frame. So far as I can see, the print before you 4 intact. Now, if it is too large for @he frame—” a KAttimer nodded, eagerly. Bell fitted | pose that anybody else knows—Hen- Blind the dingy paper to the back of the frame and smiled. There was an inch or more to spare all round. Nobody spoke for a moment. “You could make it smaller, but you couldn't make it bigger,” Littimer said. “Bell, when I have sufficiently recovered, I'll make a humble and ab- ject apology to you. And now, wise woman from the West, what is the next act in the play?” ‘XIV. The Puzzling of Henson. Chris smiled with the air of one who is perfectly satisfied with her work. “For the present I fancy we have done enough,” she said. ‘I want to go to bed now, and I want yoy both to do the same. Also, I shall be glad if you will come down in the morning as if nothing had happened. Tell Reginald Henson, casually, that you have been convinced that you have done Dr, Bell a grave injustice, and give no kind of particulars. And please treat Mr. Henson in the same fashion as before. There is only one other thing.” “Name it, and jt is yours,” Littimer cried, “We'll cut the margin off that print, or, at any rate, turn the margin down, fit it into the frame, and hang it up, as if nothing had happened.” Littimer looked at Chris with a puz- zled expression for a moment, and then his features relaxed into a satyr-like grin. “Capital!” he said. “I quite under- stand what you mean. And I must be there to see, eh?—yes, I must be there to see. I would not miss it for straw- berry leaves!” The thing was done, and the picture restored to its place. Bell drew Chris aside for a moment. “Do you rise early in the morning?” he asked, meaningly. “Always,” Chris replied, demurely. “I find the terrace charming before breakfast. Good-night.” Bell was down betimes, despite the fact that it was daylight before he was in bed. Along the terrace looking over the cliffs Chris was already walking, great cluster of red and yellow roses in her hand. She looked as fresh and bright as if she and excitement were strangers. All the same, she seemed to avoid Bell's eyes. “Isn’t it lovely here?” she exclaimed. “And these roses with the dew still up- on them. Well, Dr. Bell, have you made fresh discoveries?” “I have discovered that Henson is going to take his breakfast in bed,” Bell said, gravely. .“‘Also, that he re- quires a valet at half-past ten. At that time I hope to be in the corridor with Lord Littimer and yourself. Al- so, I have made a further discovery.” “And what is that, Dr. Bell?” “That you and I have met before— once before when I attended you in a kind of official capacity, and when I behaved in adistinctly discreditable professional manner. Dr. Walker was present. Dr Walker seems to have been singularly short-sighted.” Th eroses fell from Chris’s hands on the path. Her face had grown very pale, indeed; there was a frightened, appealing look in her eyes. “Dr. Bell,” she gasped, “do you sup- son, for instance? And I imagined that I had utterly deceived him!” Bell smiled, meaningly. “I don’t think you need have the slightest anxiety on that score,” he said. ‘You see, Henson is comfortably assured that you are dead and buried. Whereas, I know all about it. For- tunately for me, I became mixed up in this strange business in behalf of my friend, David Steel; indeed, but for, Steel, I should probably have given you away to our friend Walker.” “But, surely, you guessed that—” “Not for the moment. You see, it was only a few minutes before that a flood of interesting light had been let in upon Henson’s character by your sister to me, and my first idea was that Henson was poisoning you for some purpose of his own. Subsequently Steel told me all about that side of the story on our way back to Brighton.” “But how did you penetrate my dis- guise?” “My dear young lady, I have not pen- etrated your disguise. Your disguise is perfect—so quaint and daringly orig- inal—and would deceive even Henson's’ eyes. I guessed who you were directly TI found that you were taking a philan- tkropic interest in our friend. It came to be by a kind of intuition, the knack that stood me in such good stead in my professional days. When you said that you had been warned of Henson’s com- ing by telegram, I was certain.” “Then perhaps you guessed that Enid sent me the telegram?” “That was obvious. Also, it was ob- vious that Henson brought Frank Lit- timer along.” “Oh, he did. It was Frank’s mission to steal the picture. I confronted him with a revolver, and locked him in one of the bed rooms. It took all my cour- age and good resolutions to prevent me from betraying myself to the poor fellow.” “Rather cruel of you, wasn’t it?” “Well, yes. But I wanted to make the exposure as complete as possible. ‘When the time comes to strip Reginald Henson of his prétensions and flog him from the family, the more evidence we can pile up the better. But Frank is not bad; he is merely weak, and ut- ‘| signal of success. terly in the power of that man. If we can only break the bonds Frank will be @ powerful factor on our side.” ' “I dare say. But how was the Rem- brandt stolen? Littimer’s, I mean.” “It was worked through an accom- plice,” Chris explained. “It had to be done before you arrived. And there was no better time than night for the operation. I guessed that when Hen- son drew the fact from me that I liked ee a the terrace after dinnér. By a bit of good luck I found the accomplice and himself together in the day; in fact, I forced Reginald’s hand, so that he had to introduce me to the man” “In which case you would know him again?” “Of course. Presently I am going to show you a little more of the comedy. ‘Well, I was on the terrace pretty late, when I heard dear Reginald down the cliff calling for assistance. He pre- tended that he had slipped down the cliff and could not get up again. By the aid of a rope that, fortunately, hap- pened to be close at hand, I saved our dear friend’s life. I have learned from one of the gardeners just now that Reginald placed the rope there himself —a most effective touch, you must ad- mit.” , “Very,” Bell said, drily. “But I quite fail to see why—” “IT am coming.to that. Don’t you see that if anything Lappened, Reginald ‘could prove that he was not near the house at the time? But just before that I saw his accomplice come up the cliff; indeed, he passed quite close to me on his way to the house Reginald quite overlooked this fact in his heed for his own safety. When I had ef- fected my gallant rescue I heard an owl hoot. Now, there are no owls about here. “I guessed what it meant—it was a Then I went back to the corridor and the Rembrandt was gone. The stays had been cut away At first I was dreadfully upset; but the more I thought of it the more sure I was that it was all for the best” “But you might have raised an alarm and caught the thief, who—” “Who would have been promptly dis- claimed by Reginald. Let me tell you, sir, that I have the thief and the lost Rembrandt in the hollow of my hands. Before the day is out I shall make good my boast. And there’s the break- fast bell.” It looked quite natural, some time later, for the three conspirators to be lounging about the gallery when Hen- | son emerged from his bed room. He} appeared bright and smiling, and most of the bandages had been removed from his throat. All the same, he was not pleased to see Bell there; he gazed fneasily at the doctor and from him to Littimer. ““You know, Bell,” the latter said, carelessly, “Fact is, there’s been a great mistake.” : Bell offered his hand heartily. It cost him a huge effort, but the slimy scoundrel had to be fought with his own weapons. Henson shook his hand with the air of a man extending a large and generous meed of forgiveness. He sought in vain to read Bell’s eyes, but there was a steady, almost boyish smile in the! : “I indeed rejoice,” he said, unctious- ly I‘ indeed rejoice—rejoice—rejoice!” He repeated the last word helpless- ly; he seemed to have lost all his back- bone and lapsed into.a flabby, jellified mass of quivering white humanity. His vacant, fishy eyes were fixed upon the Rembrandt in a kind of dull, sleepy terror 7 “I’m not well!” he gasped. “Not so strong as I imagined. I’ll—I'N go and lie down again. Later on I shall want a dog-cart to drive me to Moreton Wells. I—” He paused again, looked at the pic- ture, and passed heavily to his room. Littimer smiled. “Splendid!” he sald. “It was worth thousands just to see his face.” ‘All the same,” Chris said, quietly; “all the same, that man is not to leave for Moreton Wells till I've had a clear hour’s start of him. Dr, Bell, will you accompany me?” CHAPTER XXXV. Chris Hi Lord Littimer polished his rarely- used eyeglass carefully, and favored Chris with a long, admiring stare. At the same time he was wondering why the girl should have taken such a vivid interest in Reginald Henson and his doings. For some years past it had been Littimer’s whim to hold up Hen- son to everybody as his successor, as far as the castle went. He liked to see Henson's modest smirk and beau- tiful self-abasesment, for in sooth his lordship had a pretty contempt for the man who hoped to succeed him. But the will, made some time ago, by Lit- timer, would have come as a painful shock to the philanthropist. “It is a pretty tangle, as it stands,” he said “Miss Lee, let me compliment you upon your astuteness in the mat- ter. Only don’t teli me you schemed your way here, and that you are a lady detective. I read a good many novels, and I don’t like them.” “You may be easy On that score,” Chris laughed. “I am not a lady de- tective. All the same, I have defeated Mr. Reginald Henson.” “You think he is at the bottom of the mystery of the other Rembrandt?” “TI am certain of it; unless you like to believe in the truth of his charm- ing scheme to give you a lesson, 4s he called it. As a matter of fact, Mr. Henson discovered the existence of the other print; he discovered that Dr. Bell possessed it—the rest I leave to your own astuteness, You saw his face just now?” “Oh, yes. It was a fine study in emotions. If you could find the other picture—” “T hope to restore it to you before the day has passed.” Littimer applauded, gently. He was | charmed, he said, with the whole com- edy. The first two acts had been a brilliant success. If the third was only as good, he would regard Miss Lee as nis tenefactor forever. It was not often that anybody intellectually amused him; in fact, he must add Miss Lee to his collection. Then you must play a part your- self,” Chris said, gaily. “I am going into Moreton Wells, and Dr. Bell ac- companies me. Mr. Henson is not to an Idea. | journey. -efactor under his will. know that we have gone, and he is not to leave the house for a good hour or so after our departure. What I want is a fair start and the privilege of bringing a guest home to dinner.” — “Vague, mysterious and alluring,” Littimer said. “Bring the guest, by all means. I will pledge my diplomacy that you have a long start. Really, I don’t know when I have enjoyed my- self so much. You shall have the big wagonette for your journey.” : a “And join it beyond the lodge gates,” Chris said, thoughtfully. “Dr. Bell, y shall stroll through the park, commie: I will follow, as gasually, later on.” ‘A little later Henson emerged from his room, dressed, evidently, for a He looked flabby and wor- ried; there fwas an expression very like fear in His eyes. The corridor was deserted as he passed the place where the Rembrandt hung. He paused be+ tore the picture fn a hesitating, fascin- ated way. His feet seemed to pull up before it inyoluntarity. “what does it mean?” he muttered. “what in the name of fate has hap- pened? Is it possible that Merritt could have played me a-trick like that; he would never have dared. Besides, he has too much to gain by following my instructions. I fancy—" Henson slipped up to the picture as a sudden idea came to him. If the pic~ ture had not been removed at all the stays would still be intact. And if they were intact, Merritt was likely to have a bad quarter of an hour later on. It would be proof that— But the stays were not intact. The heads had been shaved off with some cutting instrument; and half of the stays gleamed like silver in the morn- ing light. And yet, the Rembrandt was there. The more Henson dwelt upon it the more he was puzzled. He began to wonder whether some deep trap was being laid for him. But, no; he had seen no signs of ft. In some way or another Bell had man- aged to ingratiate himself with Litti- mer again, but not necessarily for long, Henson told himself, with a vicious grin. Nor was Littimer the kind of man who ever troubled himself to re- strain his feelings. If he had got to the bottom of the whole business he wou 1d have had Henson kicked out of the house without delay. But Littimer suspected nothing. His greeting just now showed that Bell suspected nothing, because he had shaken hands in the heartiest manner possible. And as for Miss Lee, she was no\more than a smart Yankee girl, and absolutely an outsider. Still, it was dreadfully puzzling. And it was not nice to be puzzled at a time when the arch-conspirator ought to know every move of the game. There- fore, it became necessary to go into Moreton Wells and see Merritt without delay. As Henson crossed the hall the cheerful voice of Littimer hailed him. “Reginald,” he said, “I want your assistance and advice.” With a muttered curse, Henson en- tered the library. Littimer was seat- ‘ed at a table with a cigarette in his mouth, his brows drawn over a mass of papers. “git down and have a cigar,” he said. “The fact is, I am setting my affairs in order—I am going to make a fresh will. If you hadn't come down to-night I should probably have sent for you. Now, take my bank book and check those figures.” “Shall we be long?” Henson asked, anxiously. Littimer tartly hoped that that Hen- son could spare him an hour. It was not usual, he said, for a testator to be refused assistance from the chief ben- Henson apolo- gized with a sickly smile. He had im- porsant business of a philanthropic kind in Moreton Wells, but hé had no doubt that it could wait for an hour. And then, for the best part of the morning he sat, fuming politely, while Littimer chattered in the most amiable fashion. Henson had rarely seen him in a better mood. It was quite obvious that he suspected nothing. Meanwhile Chris and Bell were bowling along to- wards Moreton Wells. They sat well pack in the roomy wagonette, so that the servants could not hear them. Chris regarded Bell with a brilliant smile on her face. “Confess,” she said, ‘confess that you are consumed with curiosity.” “Tt would be just as well to ac knowledge it at once,” Bell admitted. “In the happy old days, your sister Enid always said that you were the clever and audacious one of the family. She said you would do or dare any thing.” “T used to imagine so,” Chris said, more quietly. “But the life of the last few years tried one’s nerves terribly. Still, the change has done me a deal of good—the change and the knowledge that Reginald Henson regards me as_/ dead. But you want to know how I am going to get the Rembrandt?” “That is what is consuming me at present,” Bell said. . “Well, we are going to see the man who has it,” Chris explained, coolly. “T have his.address in Moreton Wells at the present moment, and for the rest he is called the Rev. James Merritt. Between ourselves, he is no more a reverend than you are.” “And if the gentleman is refuses to see us?” “Then he will charge of theft.” “My dear young lady, before you can get a warrant for that kind of thing you have to prove the theft, you have to swear an information to the effect that you believe the property is in the possession of the thief, and that is not easy.” 4 “There is nothing easier. I am pre- pared to swear that cheerfully.” “That you actually know that the property is in the possession of the thief?” “Certainly I do. I saw him put it in his pocket.” Bell looked at the speaker with shy, or pe arrested on @ blank surprise. If such was the fact, then Chris’s present statement was exactly opposed to all that she had said before. She sat opposite to Bell, with a little gleam of mischief in her lovely eyes. “You saw that man steal the Rem- brandt?” Bell gasped. “Certainly not. But I did see him steal my big diamond star and put it in his pocket. And I can swear an in- formation on that.’ “T gee that you have something in- teresting to tell me,” Bell said. “Oh, indeed, I have. We will hark back now to the night before last, when Reginald Henson made his personal at- tempt to obtain the Rembrandt, and then played the trick upon you that was so very near to being a brilliant success.” x “Tt would have been but for you,” Bell murmured, |‘Well, really, I am inclined to think so. And perhaps Lord Littimer would haye given you in custody on a charge of theft. If he had done so, it would have gone hard with you to prove your’ imnocence. But I am wandering from Le el goes sige aes But he was ing again. I watched him yesterday morning, and man- carefully A aged to see his letters and telegrams. } ‘ : Then I found that he had’ telegraphed: to James Merritt, whose address: in) Moreton Wells I had carefully: noted’ down. It did not require much intellect to grasp the fach that Merritt was to be the accomplice in the new effort to steal the picture. Mr, Merritt came over and saw his chief, with whom he had a long conversation in the} grounds, I also forced myself om Mr. Merritt's. notice: “He was introduced to me as-a brand’ plucked from the burning, a converted thief, who had taken orders: of some kind. He is a sorry-looking scoundrel, and T took particular note of him, and more especially, his smashed thumb.’”” “The what?” exclaimed Bell. “A thumb like a snake’s head, with a lit-. tle pink nail on it?” “The same. Do you happen to have inet him?” “We met on our way here,” Bell said, drily. “The rascal sent the dog-cart away from the station, 'so that I should be compelled to waik home and be attacked on ‘the road. But T half- expected something of the kind, and was ready for him. And he was the man with the thumb. I should have told you all this before, but I had for- gotten it in watching your fascinating diplomacy. When the attack was de~ feated the rascal bolted in the direc~ tion of the cliffs. Of course, he was off to tell Henson of the failure of the scheme and to go on with the plot for getting the other picture. If he had stolen my Rembrandt then, the other would have cemained. I couldn't have turned up with a cock-and-bull story of having started with the picture and being robbed of it by a perfect strang- er in the road. ‘But I am interrupt- ing you.” “3Vell, I marked that thumb eareful- ly. I have already told you that the thief passed me on his way to the house when he came up the cliff. I was lean- ing over the terrace when I saw him emerge into a band of light caused by the big arc in the castle tower, I for- got that @ was in the deep shadow and that he could not possibly see me. I jerked my head back suddenly, and my diamond star fell out and dropped el- most at the feet of the intruder. Then he saw it, chuckled over it—placed +t in his pocket. I was going to call out, but I didn’t. I had a sudden idea, Dr. Bell—an idea that amounted almost to an inspiration.” 5 : Chris paused for a moment, and her eyes sparkled. Bell was watching her with the deepest interest and admira- tion. (To be Continued.) Why He Changed His Mind. “T tell you, sir, civil service is a great thing.” The man: addressed looked aston- ished. “Coming from any one but you, that remark would not greatly surprise me,” he said, ‘You didn’t think so when I last saw you.” “No, I didn’t.” “You considered civil service short of a civic curse.” “That's right; but then I was on the outside and trying to get in; while now I amon the inside and trying to stay in. 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