The Key West Citizen Newspaper, July 7, 1936, Page 3

MURDER BY LAURENCE SYNOPSIS: Hope Enderton, Utile “Sussee villape, is watching Squire Arthw Burdett stalking down the main street. H Se ee arta inasettn the aire Mow or the women, he te hated by Peter Steeble, rector of St. Leon- ards He is in short. the unpleae ant end of a tong line of squires which has had illustrious and pleasant men in ft. It 4g the morn ing of the 18th of January, Chapter Two HASTY RETREAT T had been the Rector’s intention on leaving the Fentons’ shop, to go straight back to the Rectory where work awaited him, but this would have meant crossing the square so directly in front of Bur- dett as to make some sort of greet- ing inevitable; and sooner than en- dure that. the Rector turned sharp: ly on his heel and set out on a troublesome detour as though he had suddenly remembered some body at the top end of the village whom he wished to see. Arthur Burdett knew exactly what was going on in the priest's mind, just as yhough he had been able to see inside it. Indeed some people in the village said that he! was able to see a good deal farther into other folks’ minds than was TONIGHT Ww. MEYNELL In a sense he did care about. At any rate the sight served to increase the deep and bitter resentment which he felt against all mankind. In the open courtway of the Horse. shoes (Enderton’s second and small- er {n~) he caught sight of a tall, dark young man, raffishly handsome {| in slightly flamboyant riding kit, | leaning against the wall, talking to someone and drinking from a bright pewter tankard. This was Dale Shipley, his half-nephew, the young- est son of his stupid half-brother William who himself had been no good, a waster, and who had brought appropriately spendthrift stock into the world. He averted his eyes from the sight and continued to hurry bomeward. Dale Shipley saw his uncle go by and thought with a sort of dispas- gionate anger, “There's that bloody old miser”; however be didn’t say | this, what he said aloud was, “Well, ; i'll give you fifty pounds for her, Dawley, and | can’t spring a penny more.” HE man he spoke to was short and swarthy, he had a bright cloth wrapped round his throat and tiny thin gold rings glinted in the | lobes of bis ears—Banner Dawley. | Higgler, Far Hope Common, it was painted in uncertain lettering on the right or proper, and they would go He felt a bitter resentme: no nearer Enderton Court, especially after dark than was tiecessary, on that account. Burdett was amused by the priest’s antics. Unconsciously his hand closed over his trouser pocket . . . Money, there was your god. Evident. pal. pable, powerful. You might argue learnedly about Ompipotency else where, but here you had it. If you had money what was there you couldn't do? You could command — not long for, but command—privacy. position, security Men would do anything for money, and women too; Arthur Burdett knew that, it had long been his prin cipal and almost his only tenet of faith, and it came back to him now with renewed force and vigor. Men would do anything for money—even steal for. it. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead at the thought, never very far from the surface of his consciousness, and he hastened a pace which was already remark ably active for a man in his seventy: | third year. Hl OW all his equanimity was gone. | He was not amused now by the thought of Mrs. Jennings’ daughter. or the Rector. or anything else. He was in a fever now to Ret home, and he would have broken into a run only he was afraid of his heart, his cursed, traitor heart which would not let him hurry back fast enough to his money. If he ran he would unquestionably overstrain an already uncertain heart and kill himself; if he didn’t tun he was convinced that some imminent and dire misfortune would overtake the only thing he valued in life. Life without money, or money without life seemed the only al- ternatives. Arthur Burdett serious. ly wondered as he hurried along (a rich and tragic study for the gods) whether any human being had ever been in so grievous a dilemma be fore. At that moment there was nothing in the world that he cared about save getting back to Enderton Court to see if all was secure. And yet, on the instant, as bhur- rying along he shot one of his char- acteristic quick, suspicious glances side of the cart which was his in- nt. against all mankind. separable companion wherever he went. He had gypsy blood in him, he could provide anything from a bundle of firewood to a badger, but most of all he liked dealing in horses. And he enjoyed haggling about the money almost as much as actu- ally disposing of his wares. At the moment he was trying to sell Dale a mare which he had “come by” (the diplomatically vague phrase was his own) a week or two before. The mare was an attractive animal, she looked to have more than a dash of blood about her, and Dawley had vowed by every strange com- bination of oath known to man that if she wasn’t actually the perfect hunter she was as near it as made no matter. She stood now in a stall at the top of the Horseshoes Yard and the two men had just com- pleted a prolonged inspection of her. “Can she jump?” Dale asked sud- denly. “Jump?” Dawley ran his eye round the yard as though to find some suitable object to lend support to the tone of his voice. His glance toyed for a moment with the six- foot wall that bounded the yard and then seemed to reject it as unworthy. “Jump.” he repeated. “Mr. Dale that mare’ll jump like nothing you ever seen. She’s a natural jumper, born to it, there isn’t anything in this part of the country she couldn't jump hobbled.” “Not thinking of entering her for the National are you?” Dale en- quired. “She wouldn't disgrace me if I did, that 1! will swear.” “l'll take her for a week on trial.” The gypsy spat. “I can’t do busi- ness like that Mr. Dale and a gentle- man like you knows it. What money have I got?” “A damned sight more than me.” “Ah, gentlemen always talk like, that. No, 1 can’t do trial business, Mr. Dale; it’s take it or leave it with me, and a good bargain at that.” “Fifty then.” “Sixty-five and cheap.” sideways, he saw something which Today In History eese aeccccaaceccscose 1814—Waverly, first of Scott's; famous novels, appeared anonym-| ovsly—author’s name not disclos ed till 1 186 Mrs. Mar os conspiracy in the assassination an, —Three men and a wom-} Serratt, convicted, ; ; {of President Linco!n, hanged in } Washington, | 1898—Hawaii annexed by joint | resolution of Congress. 1917—German airplaned London killing 37. 1925—Glasgow, Scotland, | perienced a disastrous fire. | ex- 1927—Henry Ford stops at- tacks on Jews in his Dearborn In- dependent. (Copsright, 1936, Lawrence W. Meynell) | H raid } | 308900002923900509026C5 CEO 2220007090000 — SYNOPSIS: Squire Burdett, miser of Hope Enderton in Sussex, is hurrying home trom the village because it suddenly has occurred to him that someone may break in and steal his money while he ts away. He is a familiar and disliked figure to many in the village—not the least of these being Peter Steeble. rector of St. Leonard’s. On his wan he passer his half-nephew. Dale Shipley. bargaining for @ mare in the courtyard of one of Hope Enderton’s two inns. The Squire hates Dale who is a spend- er. Chapter Three THE SERGEANT HE gypsy’s eyes flickered but he said nothing, so Dale drained his tankard and set it ostentatiously down on the sill of a window. “Nice day,” he said, “if the rain holds off. Well, ['ll be getting along.” The gypsy was with him in two strides, and a swarthy hand was laid on his arm. “Come, Mr. Dale, you want that mare—at sixty pounds.” “Sixty?” Dale swung round. “To a gentleman like you, as | know can ride her properly.” “Damn you,” Dale cried explosive- ly, “but 1 do want her and that’s a fact. | haven’t had a decent horse of my own for two years. I'll give you sixty for her Dawley. but it'll have to be thirty down and the rest in a month's time.” “There’s old Mr. Burdett,” he said half-alowd; and his wife, who was by his side, clutched his arm and said, “Jqhn, couldn’t you go and speak to him’ ‘about it, now.” Fenton shrugged his shoulders in despair. “What's the good?” he said, “He'll do it If he’s a mind to; and mind to; and that’s all there is to it.” “Can't we stop him somehow?” “How?” Devastating monosyllable, which Mary Fenton did not attempt to answer; instead she said, “Doesn't it seem wicked that people should have power like that to hurt others.” Again Fenton shrugged his shoul- ders. “I don’t know that it’s wicked exactly,” he said, “it’s the way of the world. But if he does it, it means the end of Fenton's Stores, that’s certain.” For a minute or two he was silent, then he said in a curi ously quiet voice, “Pop round to the back, Mary, and see if that boy has got his bicycle ready yet, time we made a start with the orders.” Mary Fenton obediently ran about her business and left her hus- band staring after the disappearing figure ‘n the disreputable coat. RTHUR BURDETT reached home at last puffing and ap- prehensive. He stumped his way up iL Money—a strange thing (he reflected). Banner Dawley considered, nis quick eyes searching his man. Had he been dealing with an other gyp- sy he would not have hesitated but with a gentleman it was different. You couldn't trust gentlemen far Still, risk nothing, win nothing. “Forty down,” he amended. “All right then, forty it the mare’s mine now. Here Charley (he put his head through the win dow of the Horsehoes tap) bring out a couple of pints, we've struck a bargain” Banner Dawley drove nis cart away from the Horseshoes well sat istied. Money; a strange thing (he retlected) where these gentlemen who were always hard up and who never did any work got it all from They did say that the old gentle man who lived by himself in the big yellow house outside the village had thousands of pounds saved by —well, he t doing too badly himself for a Higgler of Hope Common The sight of a blue the roadw chased these ree- able reflections from bis mind, In stantly he became secretive, mask like, aware—the immediate and nat ural reaction of the born lawbreaker to the presence of the professional law supporter. He touched his cap subserviently as he went by. “Good morning, Mr White,” he said. Sergeant James White nodded. As a matter of routine he ran an ex pertly appraising eye over Dawley’s outfit. You never knew; Homer oc- casionally nodded and even a fly card like Banner Dawley might make a mistake sometime, a pheas aut’s head might be sticking out from under the firewood, or the tip of a hare’s leg show whitely among the sacking. There was nothing do- ing today, however, so James White let the gypsy and his cart go by un. challenged. The sergeant had al. ways a full day's work; and before that day was out he was to have even more than his fill. .. Wee John Fenton ushered the Rector out of his shop he looked across the square at the green-coat | ed, shambling figure on the other side, uniform in| the unweeded drive and going round to the back quarters began immediately to shout “Lumsdale. lale, where are you, Lums In response to all this high. pitched and querulous clamor a serving man came unburriedly out of the kitchen. His closely cropped head and his hang-dog expression made bim an odd object to look at | Most people would have mistrusted him on sight, and why he should be the one person in the world in | whom Arthur Burdett had any sort of faith is a mystery. “Everything all right Lumsdale?” he queried as soon as he saw him The man smiled, almost sneered. a little at the old fool’s windy appre hensions. “None’s been, pened,” he snapped “Good.” Arthur Burdett made his way into the house and just before he left the kitchen region shouted | over his shoulder, “1 shan’t want any lunch today Lumsdale.” “AN right.” Burdett hurried to his living room in the front of the house*and ran | his eye rapidly round’ its? fariiliat scene. Nothing was disturbed; he had managed to stave off. the hostile world a little longer, it, nad not |robbed him yet. With a grateful grunt he sank into the only chair and drawing his coat close about him (no fire was lit in the grate) prepared to examine his treasures. First he drew towards him a cal- endar (the gift of some optimistic tradesman, else it would not have been there) and pulled off the top leaf disclosing that appropriate to the day: nothing's hap Monday, Jan. 18th “There are no true riches save goodness.” Arthur Burdett chuckled loud and | long over such fdiocy. His laughter | doubtless would have been less hearty could he have foreseen that Monday the 18th of January was to be the last day of his life. (Copyrrght, 1936, Laurence W. Meynell) Tomorrow, Dale Shipley goes to a dinner party. if it means money, he will have a } SPORTS BY JOVE FIRST GAME OF NEW SCHEDULE WON | haiiieestiite aii ADMINISTRATION YESTERDAY AFTERNOON 10 TO 5 WITH C. STICKNEY ON MOUND shown in the last-half of the old the Commodity Room boys yesterday afternoon at Bay- view Park defeated the Adminis- tration outfit 10 to 5 to take the opening game of he new Social D'amondball League schedule. Clyde Stickney was on the} mound for the victors. He allow- ed the opposition but five hits. Leader at bat w Gonzalez, with three singles in five tim up. Sweeting and J. Villareal each hit two safely in four tries. ‘S. Griffin and F,, Tynes each col- lected one safety in two trips to the plate. x In the field, Arias caught eight flys in center. Gonzalez also played ood for the, w er and J. Roberts ‘were o ing for the Office boy '. Stick- ney pulled one for the bo He With the bases full, the batter hit the ball to first Stickney threw late to the plate. He should have tagged first bare. Catcher gut the ball and threw to short, who should have touched s d, but threw late to fi By that time the batter who stood watching the play 1 reached first. Stickney held the Administva- tion hitless Score by Commodity Room— 042 100 93! Administration— 000 001 a Batteries: Cc. Pita; FE. ischedule, innings: 0O—10 14 5 and, O. 5 of the clubs: W. Standing Club— Commodity Room .... 1 Stowers Park 0 Department 0 Administration 0 BLACK HANDS LOSE ANOTHER CONTEST PARK JUNIORS DEFEAT THEM FOR SEVENTH CONSECU- TIWE TIME; SCORE, 14-13 For the seventh time the Bayview Park Juniors defeated the Black Hands. The score in yesterday’s contest was 14 to 13. The Park boys won the game in the last frame by scor- ing a lone run, although the los- ers shoved over three runs in their half of the ninth. C. Thompson had a perfect day at bat, collecting a doudle and five singles in six times up. Jack | Villareal hit.a double and a triple. Griffin collected three singles for tHe lost > Stickney hit. four safely and G. Barber knocked; outa double and two singles. In the field, Lee, Walker and Watson for the Park outfit and st, Smith and F. Gomez for tle losers were the stars. Score by innings: Bayview P:-k— 060 011 Plack Hands— 220 000 518—13 15 5 501—14 16 6 Reversing their brand of ball as} until the sixth frame. ; R. H. 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