The evening world. Newspaper, February 4, 1915, Page 17

Lord of the Admiralty jand Yard ( and shown to you because you were the stronger and insisted on seeing but only in such confidence as t almost be justified between man and wife?” @idn’t sell his drawings,” sald Mise yn impatiently. “I copied them, of less from memory, and sold iy Own efforts.” “Of course I know that! It was a @f the tongue,” he admonished ‘while marvelling more and more. ‘Ama you can put the whole thing ly without @o much asa blush!” ‘am going to put you to the blush Doctor Dollar,” returned the Ready with a lighter touch. “You ere @léver tn finding out what I did, you don't ask why I did it. That's lever of such a clever se ‘Bob here was at his tea whea had to £0 up to show the young I in; and the young gentleman, couldn't ‘ve been more four minutes before “Did you show him out, Bobby?” The master had never been so short with them. Mrs. Barton felt that cemecine ‘was the matter, but Bobby sir—I never atopped to eee, Dollar flew to his telephone; forsook it for @ taxicab; tried borough's rooms in vain; inquired as vainly (as @n anonymous wedding it, uncer- in of the church) at Admiral Tre- vellyn’s; was at the House of Com- ind at Scot- State) At that hour and place the matter assed out of the hands of Dr. Joba ilar, who could only hasten home ro beck roe Ray) 2 y most shattering vigil s itfe—the terrible telephone at his ibow—and still more terrible in- uiries on the telephone as the night wofe on! But never one word of news. to dozed for some minutes in his chair. But the politician had not the tem- perament to wait for the telephone to talk to him; he talked repeatedly into the ‘telephone, set a round dozen of at last gent off qnd I entst just enlighten you f Igo. The fret drawing was ul 13 i | i a if i i i ist if 3 FH j : af RE ‘Trevellyn, with sparkling eyee—“and guess what 1 did with the money—bdut it's not fair to call them copies: .2 made them as inaccurate as poskibt ‘without spoiling everything, Lcouldn’t have made them ‘@ccurate from memory, and they to Jat.me aee.them, but be was assist- ing in the best of causes. Rocchi was @m expert professional spy. 1 soon’ gised him down as one. But he was "geval expert—and I'm that as ‘That's my last boast, Dr. Dol- lary bat it’s not unjustifiable, if you @ome to think of George and me be- tween us & national enemy wi gle money to our own dear jot that George was a conscious as to the fraud; he wouldn't have ‘of it, he couldn't possibly, 1” said rge's bride. i tell him all about it now; always meant to tell him— poy after to-morrow—but he has had quite cones bothers of his own, and this ha y show. I suppose. you don't what's been ering him, Doo! lar? He says it's o Tena d do think Lord Stockton's worbidtglnve driver; do you know, I haven’s even seen George since the ‘before yesterday at Prince's?” “hier said Dollar, no longer with compunction, “from that I know he’ Trevellyn, fect fri Oe up several times to looked better on Mon- 1o long. But I I get conaluded Totes rane wh ever saush Qn Sates i be glad wher wopd trom. Doll O rea} good res! fetused to hear another in explanation, or of Ba Hy and 6 made her caparyire Fuptness of a constitu. fecides rson, But she had once at least in the last few And the doctor ran bac! ‘singing heart, ready den with tient’s neck in dee; & yi pation more Srotound a ‘patient was there to meet him ‘but the curtain swayed a the open window. Dollar bound; but there was je on the iron steps, and filled behind him as the RoW, rol wtood aghast on the ate; “It isn't all over, is it’ ‘The doctor nodded with compressed ips. “When and where?” “I don’t know. Come in. getting up downstairs; th some tea'in a minute.” “Tell me what you've heard!” “Haven't I told you? They rang up went. He bought They're ere'll be ‘very wo! so they me Tobail boat them all miy life.” “And it has taken all nicht to learn this, has it, from the chemist’ rh the poor devil dealt!” Dollar understood thie outburst of truculent emotion, “That' was my fault,” aid he, “IT told them, to confine their attention to entries made in the poison books after 5 o'clock ,yesterday afternoon. Edenborough had signed his and got the stuff earlier in thi oat “Before you told him an; ing “He his own suspicions, you must remember, had confirmed them—and her first words left no more to be said, that he could bear to hear! If only he had waited another minute! If only I had @ him back to face it out! Dollar a bottomless pit of self-reproach. call myself a crime doctor, yet I let my patient creep into space with a bottle of prussic acid, and commit the one crime I had to Ug nt!" The door opened an . entered with the tea try. “Mra. Barton,” said the doctor, in a voice that failed him as it had not done all night, “I don’t want to hurt your tosliner, Ral “ go ere ours speak the truth when he z Mr. Edenborough id his father cried the good me he had seen out: “He did not, air, thrashed him for it! woman. of Barton, because I was as bad as the boy in not telling you at the time. So we've all done wrong to- « a a Catch Them! © -.knss, @ By Robert Minor fo Dis wedding and he's only—only fast asleep!" CHAPTER V. A Schoolmaster Abroad. ‘T is a emall world that flocks to Switzerland for the Christ- mas holidays, It fe ‘alee aj world largely composed of thet particular: class which really did provide Dr. Dollar with where the majority of his cass He was therefore mot surprised on the night of his arrival at the great Excelsior Hotel, in Winterwald, to feel a diMdent touch on the shoulder and to look round upor? the sunburned blushes of a quite recent patient. George Edenborough had taken Winterwald on his wedding trip, and nothing would suit him and bis nut- brown bride but for the doctor to join them at their table. It was a slightly embarrassing invitation, but there was good reason for mot per- sisting in @ first refusal. And the stad ones eS aeeee with a reezy vitality, wi groom chose thy of the occasion, and borough, like it when you do!" “and that was very wrong | he sether, and we don't deserve to stay, 44, as I told the both of them!’ The poor soul was forgiven and conacled, with an unconscious sym- pathy not lost on Topham Vinson, to whom it was extended a moment later. “Take a drink of your tea,” said lar, “It will do you good. ‘What Cog eeeea aren 'm going 1) rs ‘yd thought of something’ strychnine p! in twenty minutes!” bear,” eaid the crime doctor, brute has been. it~ replied Dollar in a tragic borough, sper. ‘“T've thought of my ‘cham- ber of perpetual peace.’ ” That sanctuary was on the second floor, and it had triple doors so spaced week that each could be shut in turn be- fore the next was opened. The house been in an uproar, and walls were thickly wadded behind an inner panelling of aromatic pi: The first sensation on enterin, one of ineffal next came a eubtle, soothi ecent, as of all the epi of Arabia; and lastly @ surprising sense of scten- tifle ventilation, as though the four sound-proof walls were yet not im-; pervious to the outer air, but as though it were the pungent air of pine-clad mountains, in miraculous circulation here in the heart of Lon- jon. On the bed lay a man asleep. It was George Edenborou; lyin there in all his clothes, a gir! tograph beside him on the co’ and beside the photograph a tiny phial that caught the light, “Stay where you are!” whispered Dollar in a voice that thritled his companion to the core, And he sto! to the bed, stooped over it for a lit- tle, lifetime, and #o came stealing dack. “Hi he been dead?” eaid id Tophae Surchry- mile in that unearthly, Han earthly smile in . “Dead?” was the doctors husky echo. “Don’t you know the smell of bitter almonds, and have you smelt it ? Here's the golden when he i SS ae ao ; phiegmatic front than he had pected of the British faculty. * @ay he was up two le ; he seems to be the only in the place, and the hotels are full fellows doing their ‘level themselves out. cussions of the brain and one com- plicated fracture thie very week. Still, to go and give your patient a hundred bey ade atrychnine than you in- ended”—— And he sto} himeelf, as though the subject, which he had taken up with a purely nervous sest, was hi rather near home after all. “But what about the patient?” adroitly inquired the doctor, “If halt that one hears is true he wouldn't been much los: “Not much, I’m afraid,” said Lucy Edenborough, with the air ofa Roman matron turning down her thumbs. “Hi a fellow who was at my private echool, just barely twenty- making an absolute fool of when he was year . the bride ad- mitted, “and he’s still a sportsman, He won half the toboggan e@@uon, and tong has Vinson, harshly; but in re- Mr. then, I hear,” added the champagne arrived. wish could take hand! really chap, but it would take e ur time to make him Dollar,” ctor a The crime doctor smiled as he eed ‘and returned compli- ent across the bubbles. It was the smile of a man with bigger fish to fry. Yet it wae he who came back Laveriok, to subject of young anki not a tutor or some- body ject if he had look after him, and what the man meant by not doing his job. In an instant both the Edenbor- oughs had turned upon their friend. Poor Mr. Scarth was net to biame! Poor Mr. » it been a master at ‘he. charge was of age, and in a position send him off at any moment, as indeed he was always threatening in bis o1 But there again there was a diMoulty; one cup was more than eno for Jack Laverick, whose weak h for wine was the only ex- cuse for him, “Yet there was nothing of the kind last year,” said Mrs, Edenborough, in reversionary voice; “at least, one never beard of it. And that makes concert came Up to hig most id he re- ani if to a boredom only in- by broad > yaad fe ae tows ind. Tedifferent song followed indim ferent a OR ose gay young gods, A not unknown novelist told dialect it atories of purely territorial interest; #!tk @ lady recited with astounding spirit; another fiddled, no less courageously; but the back rows of the gallery were quite out of hand when @ biack-avised gentleman took the stage and bad not Opened his mouth before those back Trows were rows of Satan's reproving ain and clapping with unsophisticated gusto. “Who's this?" asked Dollar, in- stantly aware of the change behind im. Lucy Edenborough would only answer, “Hush, Doctor!" eyes, And certainly a hairpin could not have been dropped unheard before pertorcasy relieved the ten- lunging into @ acene from Bo the scene of Mr. Jingle'’s itably given. Ye! been less like the emaciated proto- 7 than this tall, tanned man, with short black mustache, and the flashing teeth that bit off every word with ineffabl it. “Mothe: wiches—forgot kknook—children look round—mother’s head off—sandwich in her hand—no mouth to put it in*—— and his own grim one only added He waited darkiy for them to stop, em to ai the wiléul abscnce of any amusement body could have the, Lie each the fun and ber’ aspel George Edenborough was one of the loudest offenders, rge bimeelf had to wipe his eyes. And the crime doc- tor had forgot that there was such @ ‘3 genius!” he ex- claimed, when a double encore had been eatisfied by further and smaller doses of Mr. Jingle, artfully held in reserve. “But who is he, Mra, Eden- borough?’ “Poor Mr, Scarth!" crowed the ride, brimming over with triumphant But the doctor’s mirth was at an end. “That the fellow who can't manage had a bit of a boy, when he can hold an audience like this in the hollow of his hand?” And at first he looked as though he could not believe it, and then all at once as though he could, But by this time the Edenboroughs were ng Scarth's poverty in earnest, and Dol- Jar could only say thit he wanted to meet him more than ever. The wish was not to be gratified without a further sidelight and a fresh surprise. As George and the doctor were repairing to the billiard room, before the conclusion of the lengthy programme, they found a group of backs upon the threshold end a ribald uproar in full swing within. One voice was in the ascendant and it was sadly indistinct, but it wae also the voice of the vanquished, belching querulous futilities, The cold steel thruste of an autocratic Jingle cut, it shorter and shorter, It ceased altogether, and the men in the door’ made way for Mr. Scarth, as he hurried a dishevelled youth off the ecene in the most approved con- stabulatory manner. “Does it often happen, George?” Dollars arm had slipped through his tor tient’s an they elowly fol- lowed at their distance. “Most nights, I'm afraid.” “And does Scarth always do what he likes with him—afterward?” “Always! he's the sort of fellow who can do what he likes with most people,” declared tl missing the point. “ o him the last concert, when those fools behind us behaved even worse than to-night! It wasn't his turn, but he came out and put them igh in about a second, and had us all laughing the next! It was just the same at school; everybody wae afraid of Mostyn Scarth, boys and men and so is Jack Laverick sttll— in spite of being of ago and having the money-bags—as you saw for yourself just now.” “Yet he lets this sort of thing hap- to prevent. A I told you, and you can’t be a all the time in done? They've taken away his Old Etonian tie, and quite right too!” “And there was nothing of all this ‘This one emiled. “I don’t wonder at it.” ‘et ft wasn't Mostyn Bcarth who Doctor Alt away.” *° lor" Edenborough shook his head as left the lift together. “No, doctor, It was the chemist here, a cl called Schickel; but for him Jack Laverick would be a dead man; and but for him again, nobody need have heard of his narrow shave, He spotted the mistake, and then started all the ‘I know,” eaild doctor, nodding, “But it was a terrible mistake! Decigrams instead of milligrams, 60 I heard, Just a hundred too angry with me, my dear fellow! I told you I had heard one version of the whole thing. It was Alta, He's an old friend—but you wouldn’t have said # word about him if I had told you that first—and I etill don't want it generally known.” “You can trust me, doctor, after all you've done for me.” “Well, Alt once did more for me, I want to do something for him, that's all” And his knuckles etill ached from the young man’s grip as they rapped amartly at tlre door of No, 144. It was opened @ few inches Mostyn Scarth. His raiment waa still at concert pitch, but his face even darker than it had been as the crime doctor saw it last. “May I ask who you are and what ou want?’ he demanded—not at all in the manner of Mr. Jing) ‘most ‘would Jn the voice that have ratsed. “My name's Dollar and I'm a doc- pol » bad a oy minimized by the utionary comidence of Doctor Dollar's manner. “Thanks very much. enough of doctors.” And the door was shutting when the intruder got in a word like a we sage. “Exactly!” Bcarth frowned through a chink just wide enough to show both his eyes. It was the intruder’s tone that held his hand, “What does that meant” he de- manded with more control. “That I want to see you about the other doctor—this German fellow,” re- turned Dollar, against the grain. But the studious phrase admitted him. “Well, don't raise your voice,” said Bcarth, lowering his own as he shut the door softly behind them, “T be- lieve I saw you downstairs outside the bar, Bo I need only explain that I've just got my bright young man off to sleep, on the other side of those folding doors,” Dollar could not help wondering whether the other room was as good as Bearth's, which was much bigger and better equipped than his own, , But he sat down at the oval table un- the difference, his own master seems to have sent him to the dogs altogether. Scarth's the only person to pull him up, un- less—unleas you'd take him on, doc- tor! You—you've pulled harder cases out of the fire, you know!" They had been sitting a few min- utes in the lounge. Nobody was very near them; the young man's face was alight and his eyes were shining. Doi- lar took him by the arm once more, and they went together to the lift. “In any case I must friends with your friend AScarth, id he. oe. happen to know his num- Edenborough did—it was 144—but he seemed dubious as to another doctor's reception after the tragedy that might bave happened in the a tjoining room. “Hadn't I better introduce you in the morning?” he gested with much deference in t! "I--T hate thinge—but I want you to other, and T heard aay be was fed up with doo .a!” But being der the electrolier and came abruptly to his point, “About that prescription,” he be- » and straightway produced it rom his pocket. “Well, what about it?” the other queried, but only keenly, as he sat D0. ery old friend of rt Mostyn Scarth exhibited the alight but immediate change of front due from gentleman to gentleman on the strength of auch « statement. Mis grim eyes softened with a certain sympathy; but the accession left his tric! gravity the more pronounced. “He is not only @ friend,” continued Dollar, “but the cleverest and beat man I know in my profession. I don't peak from mere loyalty; he was my own doctor before he was my friend. Mr. Scarth, he saved more than my life when ev.ry head in Harley Street had been shaken over my case, All ‘ve had about bi , 29) hind ft atill astonished. occurred fie ‘crime & tantalizing glimmer of orime doctor's meaning. ys Pee y! were Closer together across end of table, thelr eyes joined in mi Pram T trust th i Idea, Can I trust you with my own woahe ‘or to decide, Doctor at's for you to Dollar,” "I shall not breathe it to another sovl—not even to Alt himself—till I am_sure.” “You may trust me, doctor. I don't know what's coming, but I shan't give it away.” “Then I shall trust = to the ex- tent of contradicting what I just said. I am sure—between ourselves—that the prescription now in my hands is & clever forgery.” Scarth held out his hand for it. A lens delicate announcement: might have given him a more . | re arse | i i i § ab ll 5 i i 2 i : 3 satisfactory surprise, but he could not have looked y: more incredulous that he did. or sub- jected Dollar to @ cooler scrutiny. “A forgery with what object, Dr. Petmmat I don’ tend 1 k. t pret to ar. state the Fact—in cant oer your eyes upon @ flagrant Scarth raised them twinkling. My dear Doctor Dollar, T saw hiss white out myself!" ‘Are you quite sure?” baolutely, doctor! This lad Jack Laverack is a preity handful; with- out doctor to frighten Bim a mi You time to time I couldn't at all. His people are in about him—but tha: nother matter. I was only going to say tl T took him to Dr Alt myself, and this is the rescription they refused hickel may have a spl Alt, as you suggest, but if he's a forger I can only say he doesn’t look the part. “The only looks I go by,” crime doctor, “are those of document in your hand.” “It's on Alt’s ir “Put you pugest "that Alt and you at Schickel have been on bad terms?” “That's @ bettér point, Mr. t's a much better point,” said Dol- lar, smiling and then ceasing to smi: as he & magnifying lens. ‘Allow me to switch on the electric standard, and do me the favor of ex- amining that handwriting with thie on! Hf Bet Sey strong, but the best could ge! the photograph- or’s shop.” “It's certainly not strong eno to show anything Ashy, to my phy id Scarth, on a sufficiently eald the the little Dollar had produced a second pre- Bofors, "At first: alight they ‘seemed fore. t it identical. om “Ie this another fo: Scarth, with a first irony. “No. That's the correct prescrip- tion, rewritten by Alt at my request, as he is positive he wrote it originally, “I see now, There are two more Roughts § mix Mt \yphe. "They happen to make all the dit- ference between life and death,” aaid Dollar gravely. “Yet they not by any means the only difference here.” “I can see no.other, I must confess." And Scarth raised his eyes just as Dollars fell from bis broad brown brow, “The other difference is, that the prescription with nine in dead) trace of Mr. Bcarth, the ch id of being “Do you mind saying all thet again, Doctor Dollar?” “I'll elaborate it, The genuine pre- scription has been written in the or- dinary way—-currente calamo, But forgeries are not written in the ordin- with running em are written backward, or rather they are drawn upside down, Try to copy writing as writing, and your own will automati- cally creep in and spoil it; draw it upside down and wrong way on, mere meaninglesa ecroll, and your own formation of the lettera doesn't influence you, because you are not forming letters at ali. a ing from a copy, Mr. Bearth. “You mean t! I'm deriving valu- able information from a handwriting cried Socarth, with another “There are no euch experts,” re- turned Dollar, a little coldly. all & mere matter of observation, open to everybody with eyes to see. But thiis happens to be an old forger’s i try it for yourself, as I have, and you'll be surprised to see how much there te in it.” “I must,” eald Scarth. “But I can't conceive how you can tell that it haa been played tn thia case. lo? Look at the start, ‘Herr Laverick,’ and the finish, “Doctor Alt.’ You would expect to see plenty of ink in the ‘Herr,’ wouldn't you? Still plenty in the ‘Laverick,’ I think, but now leas ‘until is filled again. In the eorrect pre- ‘Veeated fay, you’ wil Ona teat thie te eo Ba T inquirea thMt up with the .other j, decigrams bas my! instea 6's races! Whose fault be if he killed himself om the run after all? nm tJ or Alt had tek iy yet between thon eaee = could have made of the youth! It was Dollar's own case —yet he had not been calied ther of them had! Neverthelons, when ter less upon the other side, and was gempe r aide, and wi ¢ ling afresh with the other tase, when an is name. agi volee spoke “It's me—Edenborough,” it contine ved in @ hurried whisper. 1 wank you to get into some clothes and come fot oat Se, She iee-rua. os quieh-ee pene ky, asked the Pen ma loctor, jum| oul aa Edenborough pM in ry t= “Nothing yet. I will" — “But something has!” the doctor. ‘o" eye?’ races thie ing? They're having them at inatead of ni because of the and it's ten to eight now. * you get into some knickbockers already in his stock- i ant . “No, thought, and” y head's sult ri Tenoulda't have thought Lavsriok! "IT wish you'd " sald Bollar, iy ing up from his laces, “I tell me about’ your ~ P thougnt be. turned tn early for once in a way?! “He was up early, an: 4g Bdondorough. grimaiy: cba! mm you the le thing as the run, and dent much avind @ worse bat hears m« we thought. I caught him at five 0’ ri with the toboggans morning! “One ot the Wet they Resp tn me o jot they a Just under our window, at the of the hotel. {wee ying seene T c. T heard something. of filing, as if somebody out, Lucy fast aslee, Y the pen th