The evening world. Newspaper, July 27, 1914, Page 11

Mo ae oy ie The E “Raffles” ©QDODDHTGOGHDGOGGOGQHGOGHGODODGHOO|OSOSHOEGDTESIOQOSOOTG 9: tae World ‘Dai ly Ma: ven ga THOUSANDTH WOMAN By E. W, Hornung © ace azine. A NEW CRIME-MYSTERY STORY BY THE AUTHOR OF= © “ PEHHHTHHISDHA’ O00 ® BODTOHIS FES CHAPTER I. Hilton Toye did not usually mix the Toye. “I guess | akipped some. telephone call, thought it wo: be- » A Small ready metaphors that nevertheless Where does It say anything about tween 4 and 6, but remembered the World. had to satisfy gn inner censor, of his being robbed?" conversation very well. AZALET sat up so suddenly that his head hit the woodwork over je austerity, befor hey were al-e “Hi " Cazalet had scanned the The gentleman had asked whether the upper berth, Hits ows woilce atill rang in his atartled ears. He wondered how much he had said, and how far it Could have carried above the throb of tHe liners screws and the mighty pounding of the lowed to leave those deliberate lips. paper eager Ana rule there was dignity in that upon the pla deliberation; it never for a moment, "‘The police," he read out, in or for any ordinary moment, sug- some sort of triumph, “ ‘have now his finger drummed Mr, Craven waa at home, had been told that he was out motoring, asked when he would be back, told he couldn’t say, but before dinner some C & want of confidence, for ex- been furnished with a full description time, and what name should he give, water against her plates. ample, It could even dignity some of the missing watch and trinkota whereupon the gentleman had rung Then his assembling senses coupled the light in the cabin with his own outworn modes of transatlantic and the other articles believed to off without answering. The footman clear recollection of having switched it off before turning over. And then he remembered how he had been left behind at Naples, and Tejotned the Kaiser Fritz at Genoa, only to find that he no longer had a « Cabin to himself. A sniff assured Cazalet that he was néffher alone at the moment nor yet the only one awake; he pulled back, the swaying curtain, which he had taken to keeping drawn at night; and there on the settee, with the thinnest \, Of cigarettes between his muscular fingers, sat 2 man with a strong blue chin and the quizzical solemnity of an animated sphinx. It was his cabin companion, an American named Hilton Toye, and Cazalet gddressed him with nervous familiarity. speech which atill preserved a per- petual freshness in the mouth of Hil- ton Toye. Yet now, in his strange excitement. word and tone alike were on the level of the stage American's. It was not less than extrasgdinary. “You don't mean about"—— Caza- let seemed to be swallowing. “1 do, sir!” cried Hilton Toye. bout Henry Craven?” have been taken from the pockets of the deceased.’ What's that but rob- bery?” “You're dead right.” said Toye, “I missed that somehow. Yet who tn thunder tracks @ man down to rob and murder him in his own home” But when you've brained a man, be- cause You couldn't keep your hands off him, you might deliberately do all the reat to make It seem like the work of thieves,” Hikton Toye looked a judge of de- thought he was a gentieman from the ‘Way he spoke. But apparently the police had not yet succeeded in tracing the call. “Ie it a diMflcult thing to do?” asked Cazalet, touching on this last point early In the discussion, which even he showed no wish to avoid this morning, He had dropped his paper to find that Toye had already dropped his, and woe gazing at the flying English fleilds with thoughtful puck- | 8 other i 3 ia “Has—something or hap- ers about his sombre eyes, Teay! Have 1 been talking in my sleep?’ pened to him?” Nberation as he measured his irrefu- “If you ask me," he replied, “I “Why, yes!" replied Hilton Toye, and broke into a smile that made a “Yep.” table words. He looked something should like to know what wasn’t dim- human being of him, “You don't mean to say he's more. Cazalet could not tear his blue cult connected with the telephone Cazalet forced a responsive grin as = Toye opened his dark eyes for once. dead?” from the penetrating pair that system in this country! Why, you he reached for his ewn cigarettes, “In that 80? No, I never heard th: “Last Wednesday night!" Toye met them with a sombre twinkle, an don't have a system, and that's all “What did I say?” he asked, with said he. looked at his paper. “No, I guess enlightened gusto, quite uncomfort- there is to it. But it's not at that fn amused curiosity at variance with “You hear it now. He did all tha! I'm wrong. Seeme it happened ably suggestive at such a moment. end they'll put the salt on their his shaking hand and shining fore- head, Toye took him in from crown to finger-tips, with something deep be- hind his kindly smite. “I judge,” said he, “you were dreaming of some drama you've been seeng ashore, Mr. Cazalet.” te “Dreaming!” said Cazalet, wiping "4 his face. “It was a nightmare! Tf i} must have turned in too soon after dinner, But I should like to know what I sald.” “I can tell you word for word. You naid, ‘Henry Craven—dead!' and then yea said, ‘Dead—dead—Henry Cra- ven!' as if you'd got to have it both ways to make sure.” “It's true,” said Cazalet, shudder- indirectly, and I don't care who hears me say so. I didn’t realize it qt the time. I was too young, and the whole thing laid me out too flat; but I know it now, and I've known it long enough. 1t was worse than a crash. It was @ scandal, “That was what finished us off, all but Henry Craven! There'd been a Bigantlc swindle—special investments recommended by the firm, bogus certi- fe ind all the rest of it, were all to blame, of course, My poor father ought never to have been a business man at all; he should have been a poet. Even I—I was only a youngster in the office, but I ought to have known what was going on, “You aren't a detective, by any chance, are you?” cried Cazalet, with rather clumsy humor. “No, sir! But I've often thought I wouldn't mind being one,” sald Toye, ebuckling. “I rather figure T might do something at it. If things don't go my way in your old country, and they put up a big enough reward, why, here's a man I knew and a place I know, and J might have a mind to try my han They went ashore together, and to the same hotel at Southampton for the night. Perhaps neither could have said from which side the initiative came; but midnight found the chance pair with their legs under the same Wodnesday, but he only passed away Sunday mornin, Cazalet still there was not room for two of them on their feet—but into his heavy stare there came a gleam of leaden wisdom, “This was Thursday morning,” he said, “so 1 didn’t dream of !t when {t happened, after all.’ “You dreamed you saw him lying dead, and so he was,” said Toye. “The funeral's been to-day. 1 don’t know, but that seems to me just about the next nearest thing to see- ing the crime perpetrated in @ vi- sion.” ime!" man." “Which end will it be, then?” “The river end. That hat, or DP. Do you see what the gardener says about the man who ran out bare- headed? That gardener deserves to be cashiered for not getting a move on him, fn time to catch that oan, even if he did think he'd only been wiping flowers. But if he went and left his hat or his cap behind him, that should be good enough In tha long run. It's the very worst thi you can leave, Ever hear of Franz Miller?” Cazalet had not heard of that im- mortal notoriety, nor did his ignor- ance appear to trouble him at all, but Toye, “and that you're going to marry who had seen more than sights and “What cried Cazalet. % ji her, if you haven't yet?” cities, one who had been ten years o:ime? heavy Victorian mahogany, devour- \: wax becoming more and more clear " aa Taw Sim lying (dead, tn my me weary Craven did know. He Cazalet laughed, but the shadow buried in the busl, one with such “Nturder, sir!” sald Hilton Toye. ing cold beef, ham and pickles a8 that Hilton Toye took an almost un- Hilton Toye took a gold waten in it up to the neck, though a had returned. “No. I left that to my yarns to spin behind those outpost “wilful, brutal, bloody murder! phlegmatically as commercial travel healthy Interest in the theory and fellow called Scruton did the actual job, Scruton got fourteen yeare— and Craven got our old house on the river!" pal,” he sald. “J/e did that all right!” “Then I advise you to go and do Mkewise,” rejoined his new friend with a miality impossible to take Ughts of England, was not even on deck to hail them back into his ken, Achilles in his tent was no more conspicuous absentee than Cazalet in lers who had never been off the island in their lives, Yet surely Cazalet waa leas de- Here's the paper; better read it for yourself, I'm glad he wasn’t a friend of yours, or mine either, but it's a from his waistcoat pocket. “Thirteen minutes to 1 in the morn- ing and now its Sept. 18. Take a note practice of violent crime. “Frang Miller,” he continued, “left hie hat behind him, only that and % bad end even ‘or your worst enemy.” pressed than he had been before b of that, Mr. . soi 7 nrg be ue “And feathered it pretty well!” said amiss. “I shouldn't wonder, now, if his cabin as the Kalser Fritz steamed ‘The paper fluttered in Cazalet’s Innding; the old English ale in a tee PRIIGEG eae (aetan target eve other of secon ae : for y Toye, nodding. “Yes, I did hear that. there's some girl you left behind sedately up Southampton water. clutch it had done in Toye's; but pewter tankard even elicited a few to the other side first. He made the Ter aca’ caret i Th” Canale? was And I can tell you they don't think you." He had finished packing; the state- that was as natural as his puzzled of those anecdotes and piquant com- mistake of taking a slow steamer, and Plea deni arabs idle Ye! that's Just about the one mistake they baggage that Cazalet had wanted on any better of him, in the neighbor- frown over the cryptic allusions of a hood, for going to live right there. journal that had denit fully with the parisons in which his conversation was at its best. Cazalet shook his head. “None who would look on herself in that light,” smoking furiously. , x Yard. “Meaning {t was no great friend But how did he stop the other man's he interrupted. It wan all he sald, ‘Ne flve weeks’ voyage. There wan agcertainable facts In previous lines. It wna at its worst on general ques- ag oe pene. wae atin ice you dreamed was dead?" mouth, and—how do you know?” but ones more Toye was regarding 8°areely room to sit down, but 19 Henry Craven had received his tlons, or on concrete topics not in- i 4 ‘o friend at all, dead or alive! atern-chase, and they get there by bedtire—wireless or no wireless!" But Cazalet was in no mind to die. cus» other crimes, old or new; and he cloned the digreston by asserting some- what roundly that neither hat nor cap had been left behind In the only case that Interested him, “Don't be too sure,” sald Toye. “Even Scotland Yard doesn't show all {ts hand at once, in the first In- quiry that comes along. They don’t give out any description of the man that ran ‘ay, but you et It's be- ing circulated around every police office in the United Kingdom.” Cazalet said they would give it out fast enough if they had !t to give. By th@ way, he was surprised to seo what there was ant Cazalet like a soul in torment. All the vultureg.of the night be- fore, of his dreadful dream, and of the poignant reminiacences to which his dream had led, might have been gnawing at his vitals as he sat there walting to set foot once more in the land from which @ bitter blow had driven him. Yet the bitterness might have been allayed by the consciousness that he, at any rate, had turned it to account. It had been, indeed, the making of him; thanks to that stern incentive, even some of the sweets of @ de- served success were already his. trodaced by himself; and into this category, perhaps not unnaturally, fell such further particulars of the ‘Thames Valloy mystery as were to be found In an evening paper at the inn, They included a fragmentary re- port of the adjourned inquest, and the actual offer of such a reward, by the dead man’s firm, for the appfe- henaion of his murderer, as made Toye’a eyes giisten in hie sagactous head, But Cazalet, though he had skimmed the many headed column before sitting down to supper, flatly declined to disqyss the tragedy his firat night ashore, fatal injuries on the Wednesday of the previous week. The thing had happened in his library at or about 7.30 in the evening; but how a crime, which was apparently a profound mystery, had been timed to within a minute of its commission did not ap- pear :.mong the latest particulars. No arre:t id been made. No clue wan mentionc3, beyoad the atate- ment that the pollce were still search- ing for a defini's Instrument with which {t was evidently assumed that the deed had been committed, There was in fact a close description of an unusial we oon, 9 special constable’s very special truncheon, It had hung as a cherished trophy on the library wall, from which it was . “Never mind how I know,” sald m kind of wondering,’ ania Casals: SGieGion aaa filmes ee Toye, winding bis wateh Up slowly, ine ti aug Wi ii “if he's by way of being a friend of 9 an older man; he w mine. I know a Henry Craven over S004 to me, though he was a wrong ‘ua {y, England. Lives along the river, himself. He pald for it—pald for pe retain two—that I'can say! But he was en- ay, in a big house. ptoaiee cpumare Bene gaged to Ethel Craven at the tim “Yes, sir! That's the man. was going to be taken Into partner- ‘ ship on their marriage, and you can nara, Wane’ 3 put two and two together for your- ‘The man in the upper berth had to feip+ hold on as his curtains SENBE Ses! “Did she wait for him?" the man tilted back on the set! on “About as long as you'd expect of attention all the time, was more ‘han tne breed! She was her father’s ever an effective foil to him. , daughter, I wonder you didn't come Without the kindly smile that went goross her and her husband!” as quickly as it came, Hilton Toye «1 qian't 0 much of the Craven waz sombre, subtle and demure, Caz- crowd," rep Hilton Toye. “I wasn't alet, on the other hand, was of san- stuck on them either, Say, Cazalet, him as @hrewdly as when the night was younger, and the littleness of the world had not yet made them confi- dant and boon companions. Eight bells actually struck before their great talk ended, and Cazalet swore that he missed the “watches aft, sir!" of the sailing vessel ten years before; and recalled how they had never changed watch without putting the ship about, his last time in the bay. “Say!” exclaimed Hilton Toye, knit- ting his brows over some nebulous recollection of his own. seem to have heard of you and some of your yarns before. Didn't you spend nights in @ log-hut miles and miles from any other human being?" Little But there was no hint of com- placency in Cazalet’s clouded face \k guine complexion and impetuous wouldn't be that old man when Scrué It was as they were turning in at D4 heavy attitude, He looked as if missing, while the very imprint of a CHAPTER 111, that the herd gardener was the ogi looks. He was tanned a rich bronze ton comes out, would you?” last, but the question spoiled a yawn @ had: not slept, after all, since bis silver shield, mounted on the thick Inthe T, who had been at Uplands in his fath- about the middle of the face, but it put Casalet showed that he could for Cazalet. nightmare; almost as if he could not end of the weapon, was stated to have e Train. ora time; he must be getting an old man, and no doubt shal:ier on points of detatl than be would be likely to admit. trust himself to sleep again. His face was pale, even in that torrid zone betweon the latitudes protected in the PF obseny off across his forehead like the coloring sf a meerschaum pipe. Both men were in their early prime, been discovered on the scalp of the fractured skull, But that was a little bit of special reporting, typical of the ISCUBSION wan tnevitable on the way up to town next. morning. hold his tongue when he liked, and his grim look was not so legible as some that had come and gone before, “Some times, at one of our sta- tions,” sald he, looking puzzle I've seen your photograph and each stood roughly for his race pig one stuck until Toye produced Toye, regarding him with a more Push by beard and wideawake. enterprising sheet that Toye had pro- The silly season wan by Cazalet instanced the alleged hear- and typo: the travelled American Who 9 big flask from his grip and the talk critical stare. “But it wae with a And bo jumped to his fect as sud- cured, ho means over; @ sensi- ing of the Kong as in itself an un- Knows the world and the elemental gnittcd to lesm painful ground. Itwas beard.” denly as the screw stopped for the The inquest, merely opened on the tional inquest was worth every Inch convincing statement. It was well Britisher who has made some one loose end of it his own. . “I thought of my Henry Craven,” continued Toye, “as soon as ever you came out with yours. But it seemed +a kind of ordinary name, I might have known it was the same if I'd that it could fill in most of the morn- ing papers; and the two atrange friends, planted opposite each other in the first class amoker, travelled Inland simultaneously engrossed in 4 copious report of the previous day's the last night in the Bay of Biscay and Cazalet told how he had been in it a fortnight on his way out by sall- ing vessel. He even told it with considerable humor, and bit off sundry passengers Monday, had been adjourned to the day of issue, “We must get hold of an evening paper,” sald Cazalet. “Fancy his own famous truncheon! He had it mount- ed and inscribed himself, so that it over a hundred yards from the gates to the house, and there were no win- dows to open in the ball where the gong would be rung. He sighed heavily as in bis turn he looked out at the luxuriant little fivst time; but that might have been Just the curious shoc!. which its sation always causes after days at sea, Only the same thing happened again and yet in, often as ever the engines paused before the end. “I had it off when I was ashore the other day,” sald Cagalet. “I al- ways meant to, before the end of the voyage.” “I see. It was a Miss Blanche Mac- nalr lives in a@ little house down of ten years ago as though they had there near your old home. I judge Cazalet would spring up and watch shouldn't be forgotten how he'd Proceedings at the Cerpheao tama hale paddocks and the old tiled home recollected the name of his firm. been aboard the German boat that hers is another old bene that's been bis stateroom door with clenched fought for law and order at Trafalgar Of solid and align! nin alan Y wteads after every two or thre Ien't It Craven & Cazalet, the stock- night; for he had gifts of anecdote broken up since your dav." fists und haunted eyes. But it was Square! That was the man all over!” learned comparatively little that they 70 44 not thinking of the brokers, down in Tokenhouse Yard?” “That's it," sald Cazalet bitterly. “But there have been none of us in it since my father died ten years ago.” “But you're Henry Crave old partner's son?” “T'm bis only eon.” “Then no wonder you dream about Meary Craven,” cried Toye, “and no wonder it wouldn't break your heart if your dream came true.” “It wouldn’ aid Casalet through bis teeth, “He wasn't a white man and verbal portraiture, and in their unpremeditated cups Toye drew him out about the bush until the shad- ows passed for minutes from the red- brick face with the white-brick fore- bead. “I remember thinking for gold,” said Cazalet I know about Australi bushrangers and dust storms and bush fires! But you can have adven- tures of sorts if you go far enough up-country for ‘em; it atill pays you to know how to use your fists out had been unable to gather or deduce the night before, There was the medical evidence, valuable only as tracing the fatal blow to some such weapon as the missing truncheon; there was the butler'’s evidence, finally timing th» commiasion of the deed to within ton minutes; there was the head garden- ers evidence, confirming and sup- plementing that of the butler; and there was the evidence of footman who had answered the telephone an hour or two before the tragedy oc- some long time before the door flew open, and then slammed behind Hil- ton Toye. Toye was in a state of excitement even more abnormal than Cazalet's nervous despondency, whi. indeed it prevented him from observing. It was instantaneously clear that ‘Toye was astounded, thrilled, almost triumphant, but as yet just drawing the line at that. A newspaper fut- tered in bij nd. “Second sight?” he ejaculated, ae thourh it wre the night before and His voice and manner achieved the excessive indifference which the Eng- lish type holds due from itself after any excess of feeling. Toye gieg was himself again, his alert mind working keenly yet darkly in his- acute eyes, “I wonder if it was a murder?” he speculated, “I bet it wasn't a delib- erate murder.” “What else could {t have been?” “Kind of manslaughter. Delib- erate murderers don’t trust to chance “They've all got married,” sald Cas- alet. “Except Miss Blanch to her some, Mr. Casalet?’ “Once a year—regularly, promise. We were kids together,” explained, as he climbed back into the ‘upper berth. “Guess you were a lucky kid," said the voice below. “She's one in & thousand, Miss Blanche Macnair!” CHAPTER Il. weather-board and corrugated tron strewn so sparsely over the yellow wilds that he had left behind him. The old English panorama flew by for granted, as he had taken It be- fore ever he went out to Australia. It was though he bad never been out et all. “I've dreamed of the old spot so often,” he said at length. “I'm not thinking of the night before last—I mer in the bush—and now to think of @ thing like this happening, there, T would dig \o— weapons hanging on their victims’ in the old governor's den, of all aoe ee Aruateres: 70s, 87 there. I didn't, but I waa picking it Second Sight. Cagnlet atill shaken by his dream, walls.” earea Sad akctetned ‘ington Sea” “Oh, I don't claim to lke him a up before I'd been out three months, UTHAMPTON WATER was "I guess you've got it in full measure, yoy forget,” gata Cazulet, “that he “Score Mke « kind of poetic jus- dinner hour was 7.80; that, not five minutes before he had seen his mas ter come downstaira and enter the library, where at 7.85, on going to 4 pressed down and running over, Mr, palet!” It was a sorry example of nis talk, an ornamental lake dotted with fairy lamps, Ths stars above seemed and in six I was as ready as anybody to take off my coa' “I remember once at a bush shanty lot,” said Toye. “But you seem to know a good deal about him?" tice,” sald Hilton Toye. “It does, It is!" cried Cazalet, fetching moist yet flery eyes in from was robbed as well. eee “Do they claim that?” said Hilton “[ had a little place near his one they dished up auch fruity chops that only a far-away reflex of ay an sraeniormes ——— it he had heard the gong, he had “y fields, “I sald to you the other down there" him up: and Fim blowed if it wasn't - . Are You Going Away for Vacation? — | toor tocea on to innise; that he & We man, and 1 won't voaay i “What did you hear?” asked Caza- &@ fellow I'd been at school with and of sleeping sea. It wag a midsummer then hastened round by the garden, 9°¥- Nobody y t night, lagging @ whole season behind its fellows, But already it was so late that the English passengers on the Kaiser Fritz had abandoned all thought of worshipped as no end of @ aswell at games! Potts his name was, old Venus Potts, the best looking chap in the school among other things; and there he was, cooking carrion at let. “I've been away ten years, ever since the crash that ruined every- body but the man at the bottom of the whole thing. It would be @ kind. ness to tell me what you heard,” he's done to bring But those who real! and suffered for tt, kind of thing!” this upon him, knew the man, ear guess the and in through the French window, to discover the doceased gentleman lying in his blood, The head gardener, who lived In When. you go out of town for vacation you may find it is difficult and costly to provide yourself with the right sort of reading matter. Why send to the city for novels at $1.25 or $1.50 each or buy the lodge, had sworn to having seen "“Exactly,"| murmured Toye, as { “Well, I guess you've eald it your- twenty-five bob a week. catching the last train up to London. | them at a fancy price in some country store? a bare-headed man rush past his though bh. bad § aaid ae inuch self right now. That man scems to Insteadof fighting we joined forces, They tramped the deck in their You can supply yourself with the best, most delightful summer [ windows and out of the gates about himself, His dark eyes twinklod with have boggared everybody all around except himself; that's got a burr-cutting job on a good sta- tion, and after that I wormed my way in as bookkeeper, and my pal became one of the head overseers, Now we're our own bosses with a share in the show, and the owner comes up only once a year to see how things are looking.” “I hope he had a daughter," noisy, shiny, shore-going boots; they manned the ral] in lazy inarticulate appreciation of the nocturne in blue stippled with green and red and countless yellow lights, Bome delivered themselves of the patriotic platitudes which become thu homing tourist who has seen no for- elgn land to touch his own, But one deliberation and debate, “How long ia it, by the way, t they gave that the game hour, as he knew by the sounding of the gong up at the house; they often heard it at the lodge in clerk and friend of yours warm \eather when the windows~ A keen look pressed tho startling were open, and the gardener swore question; at leant, it startiod ¢ let. that he himself had heard it on this ‘You mean Scruton? 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A Complete Novel Fach Week in THE EVENING WORLD wuens,” said Toye. “Was it fourtess — years?” “That was it.” “Bat [ guess fourteen doesn't ean fourteen, ordinarily, if @ behaves himmelf on “No, I believe not. Tn fact, # doesn't.” “Do you know how much It woul@ mean?” “A little more than ten.” “Then Scruton may be out now?” — “Just } * Toye nodded with detestatile aplomb. “That gives you something to chew on,” said he. “Of courss, I don’t say he's our man”— “I should think you didn’t,” erted Cazalet, white to the lips with sud den fury. Toye looked disconcerted and @iee tressed, but at the same time frankly puzzled, He apologized none the less read~ ily, with almost {ingenious cow and fulness, but he ended by plaining himself in a single sentence, and that told more than the reat of his straightforward eloquence pet tegether, e “If a man had done you down Hike that, wouldn't you want to kill him the very moment you came out, Cat alet?” ; The creature of impulse wasoffata | tangent. “I'd formive him if ve aia og it, too!” he exclaimed. ‘I'd mére heaven and earth to save him, guilty or not guilty, Wouldn't you in my place?” 7 “I don't know," sald Hilton Toye. “It depends on the place you're im, guess!" And the keen dark eyes came drilling Into Cazalet's sleull like augers. “I thought I told plained impatiently. the office together; he was good:to me, winked at the business houre I © was inclined to keep, let me down 4 Mghter in every way than I deserved, You may say it was part of his game. But I take people as I find them, And then, as I told you, Scruton was_ ten thousand times more sineed against than sinning.” ‘ “Are you sure? If you knew it, at the time"—— “T didn't. 1 told you eo last night” “Then it came to you in Austr Nat sald Toye, with a smile as as the ition, | cried Cazalet unexpeeted- ly. “In a letter,” he added with hest- tation, é “Well, T mustn't ask questions,” #aid Hilton Toye, and began folding up his newspaper with even more than his usual deliberation, “Oh, T'll tell you!” cried Cazalet un- kraciously. “It's my own fault for telling you so much. It was in a let- ter from Scryton himself that I heard the whole thing. I'd written to him— toward the end—suggesting things, He managed to get an answer through that would never have passed the prison authorities, ‘ “And—and that's why I came home just when I did,” concluded Casalet; 4 ‘that's why I didn’t wait till after p shearing. He's been through about enough, and I've had more luck I deserved, I meant to take him with mé, to keep the books on 3 station, if you want to know!” .*/ d The brusk voice trembled. : ‘Toye |>: his newspaper slide to the floor. “But that was fine!” he bx. claimed simply. “That's as fine'a® action ag I've heard of in a long time.” “If it comes off," sald Cazalet 4 gloomy votee. “Don't you worry. It'll come In he out yet, for sure? I mean, 4@ you know that he Is? “Scruton? Yes—since you presg:it —he wrote to tell me that he was coming out even sooner than he ex-_ pected.” “Then he can stop out for me,” said Hilton Toye, “I gt I'm not running for that reward you?" he ex “We were in CHAPTER IV. Re Down the River. ia Waterloo the two men | parte’, with @ fulr ex- chance of fitting speeches, } cone «: which rang really false, And yet Cazalet found himself em- phatiecally unable to make any plans at all for the next few days; also, he seemed in two minds now about a Jermyn street hotel previously men- tioned as h. imimedlate destination; and his step was indubitably Hghter as he went off first of all to the loop- line, to take sure of some train @r, other that he might have to teh® before the day was out. In the event he did not take that train or any other; for the new mir- acie of the new traffic, the new smell of the horseless streets, and the news er joys of the newest of new tax cabs, all worked together and 0 swiftly upon Cazalet's organism that he had a Uttle colloquy with his emart young driver instead of paying bing fat Jermyn street. He nearly did pay him off, and with something more than his usual impet= uosity, ag either a liar or a fool witht no sense of time or space, ’ (To Be Continued.) (LALLA ARAL LIL SOCAN PAPUA RREALSEL EAE SEAS This Book on the Stands Will Cost You ’