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ay ’ Oe RED HOUSE _ MYSTERY a. THURSDAY, AUGUST 24, AAMILNE (Continued From Yesterday) Antony gave Bill a smile and was Silent for a little, thinking “Ia there another inn at Stanton— fairly © to the station? “The ‘Plough and Horses'—just at | the cofner where the road goes up! to the station—is that the one you! meant” “That would be the one Pose you could do with a couldn't yout" “Rather! said Bill, with a grin “Good. Then have one at the ‘Piough and Horses.’ Have two, if You like, and talk to the landlord, or Jandiady, or whoever-serves you. 1 Want to find out if anybody stayed there on Monday night “Robert?” said Bill ¢ “I didn't say Robert,” said Antony @miling. “I just want you to find! out if they had a visitor who slept there on Monday night. A stranger If so, then any particulars you can Ret of him, without letting the land: lord Know that you are Interested “Leave tt to me.” broke In Bill “I know just what you want.” “Don't assume that it was Robert sor anybody else. Let them de Scribe the man to you. Don't in| fluence them unconsciously by sug-| esting that he was short or tall, or anything of that sort. Just get them Iking. If it's the landlord, you'd better stand him nk or two.” “Right you are.” said Bin confi dently, “Where do I met again” Probably at the ‘George.’ Ret there before me, @inner for 8 o'clock. Anyhow, we Meet at eight, tf not before.” “Good.” He nodded to Antony and strode off back to Stanton again Antony stood watching him with @ little smile at his enthusiasm. | Then he looked round slowly, as if Sim search of something. Suddenly he saw what he wanted. yards farther on a lane wandered loft to the left, and there was a gate little way up on the right-hand wide of It. Antony walked to the Peate, filling hia pipe as he went on he lit his pipe, sat on the gate, and took his head in his hands. “Now then,” he said to himself, “let's begin at the beginning.” eee 1 sup-| drink, | erly If you you can order Tt was nearly § o'clock when wit-| 1922. “The result was a woman.” “A woman?’ said Antony eagerly “A woman,” sald BU! impressive. ly of ree 1 thought it going to be Robert—se did you, didn't yout—but it wasn't, It was & Woman. Came quite late of Mon. day night In a car—driving herself-— went off early next morning.” “Did he describe her “Yes. She was middiin’, #0 on But stil—a woman, Does that upset your theory?" Antony shook his head. “No, Bill, not at all,” he sald, “You knew all the time? At least, You guessed?" “Walt Ul tomorrow. everything tomorrow,” “Tomorrow!” said Bill in great dis. Appointment “Well, I'M tell you one thing to night, if you'll promise not to ask any more questions, But you prob. ably know it already.” “What tx it? “Only that \ kill his brother “And Cayley did? “That's another However, the answer is didn't, ether,” IN ten you rk Ablett did question that Bit. was | Middtin’ | tall, middiin’ age, middiin’ color, and | Doesn't help much, does itt! not | Cayley | OUR BOARDING HOU. WELL Bovs, tT DOES SEEM, Good “To WAVE Nou BACK AGA ~ DID THAT ‘REGRET’ OF MINE COME WITH Nou? « WAIT TILL - PLAY EVES ON Hime be I SUPPOSE HE MADE YouR STAY AT “THe CAMP MISERAGLE « “Then who on earth “Have some more beer,” said An. | tony with a smile, And Bill had to he content with that | They to bed that eve ning, for both of them Bilt slept loudly and defiantly, Antony lay awake, wondering was happening at the Red House! now? Perhaps he would hear in the morning: perhaps he would tc a letter. He went over the whole story again from the beginning was there any possibility of a mis take? What would the police do? were early were tired but What | Twenty ,Wouk! they ever find out? Ought he fo have told them? Well. find out: it was job. Surely he couldn't have made a mistake this time. No good wondering now be would know definitely in the morning In the morning there was a letter for him. ' let them their CHAPTER XX “My Dear Mr. Giltingham, Nam Beverley, the famous sleuth-| “I gather from your letter that you hound, arrived, tired and dusty, at/have made certain discoveries which the “George,” to find Antony, cool) you may feel it your duty to com and clean, standing bare-headed the door, waiting for him. “Is dinner readyT’ were Bill's! murder would Inevitably follow first words, Why, in these circumstances, “Yes.” [should give me such ample warning “Then T'tt just have a wash. Lord,|of your intentions I do not under I'm tired.” stand, unless it is that you are not | “I never ought to have asked you,” wholly out of sympathy with me. | sald Antony penitently | “But whether or not you sympa | “That's ali right. I shan't be a thise, at any rate you will want to! moment.” Half-way up the stairs he | know—and I want you to know—/ turned round and asked, “Am I inthe exact manner in which Abiett your room?” met hie death and the reasons which “Yes. Do you know the way? [made that death necessary. If the! “Yeu. Start carving, will youT) police have to be told anything, 1} And order lots of beer.” He dis} | appeared round the top of the stair. case. Antony went slowly in When the first edge of his ap. petite had worn off, and he was able to spare a little time between the mouthfuls, Bill gave an account of his adventures. The landlord of the “Plough and Horses + had been sticky, decidedly sticky-—Bill had Deen unable at first to get anything out of him. But Bill had been tact- ful; lorblessyou, how tactful he had been. “He kept on abopt the tnquest, and what a queer affair {t had been, and so on. Then I sald carelessly that it must be very hard to remem. ber anybody whom you had just seen once, 80 as to identify him fterward, and he agreed that it! ould be ‘midditn’ bard,’ and hen—" “Give me three guesses,” inter.! Tupted Antony. “You asked bim if! sy the morning there was @ letter he rernembered everybody who CAME | for him. to his inn?” “That's it. Bright, waan't it?" “Brilliant. And what was the re sult?” would rather that they, too, knew the whole story. They, and even you, | [thts cane my arrest on @ charge of | WHILE I'M WAITING FOR THE GIRLS To COME DOWN ILL TAKE ALITTLE NAP IN A SAND BANK ! at} municate to the police, and that in| you | time I shall be out of the way. Let them call it what they like “t must begin by taking you back to a summer day 15 years ago, when call it murder, but by that} ADVENTURES - OF THE Twin | TRAP SET FOR FLAP-DOODLE | Nancy and Nick rented a house on ;flew with his ears, got tired of mon- the Milky Way and set about fur-}keying around the Moon and fell. nishing it. | As they had been changed into Chi- | way, hese children they decided to have Chinese furniture. So they went to China and by waving the splinter off the Fairy Queen's wand and saying some Magic they got all the furniture they |day,” as he went wanted—Chinese lanterns, and Chi-| He laughed and chuckled Rese cushions to sit on, and funny /jittie while when he thought of all Chinese stools, and matting, and rice-/ the mischief he had done. bowls and chop-sticks, and every-| «1 fixed these nebby Twins all as Jedd Manky, “whee. Tip [Ce giggied. ‘Turned one into SOW, Oe ancy, . baby-doll and other into a Doodle comes along we'll invite him me, sig soldier! Wonder atts th in. He'll never know us in the|ire now! Oh, 100k at the lit prin and ie apie back the Fairy jouse over there! Maybe I een’s wand he stole.” rent it.” Everything went well. The Twins . hustled as fast as they could, and in| — on ene ied Ba! fa jiffy their little pagoda house look. | (Copyright, 1922, by Beattie Star) 4 as if they'd lived in it for years and years. Just ax they expected, after awhile Plap-Doodie, the purple fairy who said he to himself. He flapped his stuck out flew lazily, singing his favorite song of “tra diddy big ears, which | can Headaches Are Usually Due to Constipation 4 lubricating liquid is pro- duced in the bowel to keep the food waste soft and moving. Doctors prescribe Nujol because it acts like this natural lubricant and thus replaces it. Nujol fs a lubri TS | DEFY GRAY HAIR O matter what your age, gray hair pro- | inims you oid, If at 30 of 40 your ‘ownatone”’ will be "“Brownatonie”” ay laxative — #0 Bleacios hair to % cannot gripe. rach off. Guaranteed harm! Ens UM Try it today. the al wal or in Salt at all dealers rect for lec. TI Co., |foom, flicking his gloves against the 1’ just travel along the Milky | of like sails, and away he} up dum, doodte um | knows every | nt—not fe! 5 has girlish | (7) s medicine or i | shade of I was a boy of 13 and Mark @ young man of 2%. His whole life was make-believe, and just now he was pretending to be a philanthropist “He sat in our little drawing back of his left hand, and my mother, good soul, thought what a noble young gentieman he was, and Philip and 1, hastily washed and crammed into collars, stood In front him, nudging each other and kicking the backs of our heels and leursing him tn our hearts for hav ing interrupted our game. “He had decided to adopt us, kind Cousin Mark. Heaven why he chose me. Philip wan 11; two years longer to wait Perhaps that was why ‘Well, Mark educated me, I went to a public school and to Cambridge, and 1 became his secretary Well, much than his secretary an your friend Beverley perhaps has told you. Mark could never live| alone, There must always be some body to listen to him. I think In lhis heart he hoped { should be his | Boswell. He told me one day that he had n ie me his literary execu tor—poor devil, And he used to write me the absurdest long letters when I was away from him, letters which |1 read once and then tore up. The futility of the man! | “It was three years ago that Philip fot into trouble. He had been hur ried thru a cheap grammar school and into a London office, and discov ered there that there was not much fund to be got in this world on two pounds a week. 1 had a frantic let-| ter from him one day, saying that he must have a hundred at once, or he| would be ruined, and I went to Mark for the money “Only to borrow it you under stand; he gave me a good salary and | I could have paid it back in three one of more V'MEAN “TH’ MAJOR, MRS. HOOPLE 7 WHY NO, Wie ONLY SAW WIM A COUPLE oF TIMES = WE WASN'T WITH US« we's UP “THERE Wirth PLUG HATS FROM “TOWN MAPPING OUT A MILLION DOLLAR LUMBER DEAL! THE SE THESE BIG MEETING OF SAY 1 WONDER SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN Vou'Lt BE PROUD OF HIM, MRG. HOOPLE = BG FINANCIERS ARE GONNA PUT uP A COUCH FACTORY IN DAVENPORT, IOWA an'"TH! MAJOR WAS ALL “TH! C'MON AN! See WHAT 1'M MAKIN & WHERE WILBUR 1S? HE SAID HE'D WAIT DOWN HERE ON THE He saw nothing I suppose; no ap! Philip's! not to| months. But no. for himaelf in it, no admiration gratitude would be to me, him Il begged, I threatened, we ar gued; and while we were arguing, p was arrested. It killed my mother—he was always her favorite but Mark, as usual, got his satis faction out of it, He preened him self on his judgment of character in having chosen me and not Philip 12 years before! j “Later on I apologized to Mark for the reckless things I had said to him, and he played the part of a magnanimous gentleman with hie| accustomed skill, but, tho outwardly we were as before to each other, | from that day forward, tho his vanity would never let me see it, I was his bitterest enemy “If that had been all, I wonder if I should have killed him? To live on terms of intimate friendship with | a man whom you hate ts dangérous work for your friend. Because of his belief in me as his admiring and grateful protege and his belief in| himself as my benefactor, he was! now utterly in my power, I could! take my time and choose my oppor-! tunity. Perhaps I should not have | killed him, but I had sworn to have my revenge and there he was, poor | vain fool, at my mercy. I was in| no hurry Two years later I sider my position, for my was being taken out of my hands Mark began to drink, Could I have stopped him? 1 don’t think #0, but to my immense surprise I found myself trying to. Instinct, perhaps, getting the better of reason; or did I reason {t out and tell myself that, if he drank himself to death, I should lone my revenge? Upon my word, | cannot tell you; but, for whatever! motive, I did genuinely want to stop | it. Drinking is such # beastly thing, | anyhow. H (Continued ‘Tow had to recon- revenge ae ~~~ BY Z0E B NO. 19—BILLY LEARNS Billy sprang after Don and made, a waiting taxi, Billy's shout went | and the sped off, Molly was at Billy's elbow, her face strained and white. “We've got to warn Ben!" The| words came to the lips of both at tho | same time, unheeded car | WHOM SHALL MOLLY MARRY? | ECKLEY ~—— OF WHEELER'S PLOT | AGAINST HIM | “Let's telephone! They lost pre. “Funny, Miss Wayne, came at! last from the switchboard girl, “I! had him in his office just a minute | ago, but he doesn't answer now. | Ho's somewhere about the Ui try to find him.” They hung up without waiting to explala ‘ar. & a Page A NICE WA “One thing I forgot to tell you,” | mother.dear went on with Mr. Me: | Innis’ story, “You remember that) one reason he wanted to come to the Pacific was be. cause they had talked "so much of wonderful climate, where the! hot In| Northwest the weather was never very summer, nor very cold in winter. “Well, that night, when be and his uncle got home after the long | walk thru the trackless forest, | Donald found that his feet were cold &s could be, and sopping wet. “They had no rubbers then, nor | rubber boots, so all that wet, | muddy walk was made in plain, | heavy leather boots, i “When Donald got in he took off his wet boots, and set them | down on the hearth in front of the | and get all nice | | fire to dry out, and comfy warm by morning “But when Donald went asleep, lo and behold, the fire went ! to sleep too, and a cold wind blew | up, and poor Donald shivered in | his bed, and—could you belidve it | when he tried to pick up his! hoots the next morning, they were frozen fast to the floor #0 tight that he couldn't even litt them | to “We can find him," whispered Billy, “Come on, quick!” Molly followed him into a taxi, her heart pounding with excitement, her mind in @ panicky whirl, Her flashes of fear were alternately for Don | |the corridfr just as Don jumped into jelous minutes trying to get Wheeler. | Manning and Ben Wheeler | It did not strike her that Billy Barton might get embroiled, too. She | felt him only as her mainstay in a} terrible emergency—the tragic pos: | plant. {sibility of an encounter between Don | who's doing his best to ruin you!" Manning and Ben Wheeler. If Don should hurt Ben—if Ben, relentless and angry, were to harm! OLY I Cleland J T Jing f THE OLD HOME TOWN WELL, I'LL SIT DOWN AND WAIT A FEW MINUTES, HE MAY SHOW UP! LooKiT HIM PULL WIS’ Y( one t wish WUAT WOULD WEAD IN, Tie A YOU \WANNA TURTLE ee? Cn } "| BEA pon —\) Ky roe? = 7" re ae PAGE 13 BY STANLEY BCAUSE WHEN T BAD A PAIN T COULD PULL MY EAD INSIDE OF ME AN' LOOK AROUND To SEE WUAT TH! MATTER, WHAT Wwice Mou HAVG, * {2+ 763 KM HOUSE ““Humph self, ‘Ne was so cold in Scotland in all my life as 1 am right this minute and he thought to him. ” very cold! Never 1 surely mever had my shoes frozen to the floor over there! GIMte SOME O&O Them DOUSGANYTS — for a 1 asked him “But he never minute wanted to go back if his mother did not worry over the hard conditions in which he ‘Oh! T didn't When I worked in the logging camps and in the bunk with no mat- tress, and no covers but my one blanket, I didn’t tell her; it was all part of a great adventure; 1 lived and he said write her that side of it slept was young and strong and I didn't mind. “Then, you know, he was work his own land by that tune. “When he really set out to arn that, he cleared (that is, cut all the trees and pulled the stumps and cleaned out the under: brush) five acres of land for a man who was to give him the first crop for his pay “Donald cleared it all—all by himself, think of it! Then he planted potatoes on it, and that’s where he learned his first hard lesson in business.” (To Be Continued) | TT Teel | = Miserably Molly to ought to tell Billy about Ben's latest Something told Don—it prison Molly's mind and shook her heart “A bit more speed, brother—tI'll Billy pay your fine.” Billy spoke to the You think chauffeur in answer to Molly's dumb | plea, The machine spurted faster A wave of grateful feeling for Billy | son swept over the girl. “Oh, Bill, you're splendid-hearted,” |1 don't worry: she whispered, “to try to save a man | Don were to be sent “Ben's best isn't good enough, Billy grinned mechanivally, his mind on the chase, upon her lips, wondered if these thoughts tattered thru|step against him, her she ought, Ben is more ruthless than “He can't do me any real harm {ea tong ae my sork pleases the Car- Construction |lust week I got their biggest order— ~and He stopped at Molly's involuntary | clenched fist into his palm. gusp, the swift muffle of her hand |!ike a dammed fool— Hey! Drivert* “Molly, if you he said gravely, some real news," | let's have it, 1 she | must know.” “He's bought it, Billy pered huskily, “bought control of the ¢ n Co.” Barton sat up stiffly, his brows knitting in concentration, his lips ‘tightened with an ugliness of hate Molly had never seen in his face be. fore ‘Just for my benefit! His lean jaw squared and he ground his “And Tt only jhe shouted, “Stop! (To Be Continued) 53 (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Stam

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