The evening world. Newspaper, February 6, 1915, Page 9

~* dark at dead of night. The Auther of the Famous Raffles Stories Creates «a New and Strange Romance of Criminelogy. CHAPTER VI. ‘(Conttnned .| The Doctor’s Assistant. T was nearly dark when ho returned unsteadily, with a face like a cheer—with a face that would have lighted upatomb, In his hands he @lasped a pair of innocent white gloves, that anybody might have found, and somebody traced to their beloved little owner. mot all. <A wall had spoken, in certain handwriting hastily rubbed owt, and a whole bathroom had told & yet more cloquent tale! Hours later they were speaking still, ‘Wafting sweet music through the cor- ridors, filling the honored room with strains of joy for the enchanted inan on the broken window-seat, all in the There might @ave been a moon; he did not know. ‘There might have been a stealthy ad- ‘vance, in very open order—a taking of cover behind trees wide apart--a jeiming of forces down there in the @ark, that was not #0 dark if one was weed to it. But Dollar had been for hours gazing into his own heart, and that was still so dazzlingly alight that he might not have seen anything if he had looked out; it still sang #o loud ‘that he heard nothing down-stairs un- til there was note enough to wake a dreamer out of actual sleep. Even then he scarcely knew what had brought him #o suddenly to feet numb, but not more numb than ‘whole outer man in the endless | mer joy of that which he believed Peng discovered along y's gloves. Those sacred clasped in his hands, that fond belief he was still hug- in his heart, when a louder sound empty house. He tore off hi ‘over to the door, opened it as stood listeni: _ Rorror, They were women ices, by the scuttle of wom- Ye fect! “tn an instant, but still with an in- stealth, he was out on the he ‘Head of the stairs a ntly, head itaelf just tilted as if rleerkes ‘unmistak: of Lady Vi vere Moyle. out of bis hands. “~, them fall? She looked a: ; he had not the heart ae re. He had nothing tke the to confront and shame her fi mn her gulltier companio! mn then at their vile work it. ie he ran; had hey? not ‘an angel into this? And they hi im, and he heard ig and clucking in headlong time they could afford to fly; g@econd attempt was no failure the first. The Tittle new landing Uke flickering from ir a us its i 2 5 bee 2. ‘. it undern eae took pe Hating a i i ste; e places with hi pretty desperate busi- HE 3s’ a] : t oD indder ‘hat leaned against But sa very recklessness ow with unbroken and on the threshold of the room before the fire had really And there he stopped, in- of dashing in he red light within. Hit scattolaing Poles, and @ swirl eeeke ox a’ steam, he beheld her in glow oeay orig by her hand, un- Biesing stream od right and fa gtittering coils an: cree te as ‘a0 a gardener waters his very dream, come true in And Dollar stood there be he was ashamed to look Vera in the face—after fearing for t that it was nothing but it But last of all the stream played darkness and the smoke, Hae threshold even at bis feet, : P I saw you up- why re no moment for going went ti to ber through # Op R ‘no more e relie beside her on the cool Gorridor, with both her hands the emoke. | “I might even from the fi ou should Tight have known!” ho asplut- be olf oa But that was pho if chauffeur; th to and it w: than ever. “ don't blame them a bit for all this sort of thing’—— it ough you wala frighten me again i I found the hose-ipe | io bathroom with oes J gloves, and the! rotten message rubbed out on the 11 ye the hose was yours, just been told there rash thing in the house. But T was looking for something of the kind. I knew there was neni to that the whole thing d. And ever since it's "bean the happiest night of my Hod fee top of my most miserable es you the very least bit happi she whispered, “why, of course ‘it was only just your ove game, doctor, that I was trying play!” CHAPTER VII. The Second Murderer. T was yet another Lady Vera who brought her own sunshine out of the weeping dusk of that October morn- ing in Dr, Dallor’s office. “It's no use beating about the bush,” sald Vera Moyle, and there was no sort of tremor in her voice. “Do you mind telling me exactly what you know of a Mr. Mostyn Scarth?. You met him in Switzer- land?” ‘I did,” replied Dollar weightily. bs was supposed to 'be looking after | @ young temporary lunatic, who was of age, rich, and not irresponsible in, the eye of the law. Searth induced th the boy to leave him vast sums of money in a will, and then made two distinct attempts to murder him.” “And yet you did nothing?” “There was not much to be dono,” he protested humbly, ‘We were in a foreign country; the evidence ‘wouldn't have’ ‘been’ overwhelming under our own law, I let Scarth know that I had found him out, got the boy out of his clutches—pulled him together all right—and laid the whole case before Topham Vinson when I came home. He consulted his law officers; they thought I had so little to go upon that our man wasn't even marked down for surveillance by the Police. I had to keep my own eye on him when he turned up in town agata, Scarth made that easy by, immedi- ately getting on my tracks, and dis- covering in Mr, Croucher another old ‘es friend who had his knife in me, They" tried between them to pervert my mn I lost sight of them; then I wanted to put you on your guard, but you wera never in, and my letters seemed to miscarry.” “I don’t want to ite many words on Mr. Scarth,” she began, in least vindictive of human voices; “but I ought to teil you that I quite liked him until the other day, I met him firat at a country house where he was supposed to be tutoring the boys, but was really the life and soul of the whole party, It was extraor- dinary how he ran everything and verybody for those people; we were l_ devoted to him, and he says I asked him to come and see us in town, but he certainly never came until near the end of this last season, ae Scarth asked me to marry Memes “Good Lord!" “Of course I didn’t like him well ;, enough for that, though he had put me against you!” “How?” said Dollar grimly. le knows what I did two years ‘Croucher, of course?” ‘He said it Was you--that you gave me away to him In Switzerland,” “And you believed him?" “He made it just credible, He said you told him in confidence; he showed me a letter in which you reminded him not to let it go any further.” forgery!" ‘I see that now; but it was a very good one, written on your club pa- ‘The man's an expert forger. Any- body can go into a club to write a note and steal some stationery. you only had tackled me about it! I promised [ wouldn't. I could hardly believe it of you, all the same —not that you were the firat to tell him, But—but it did put me off—in spite of everything—and that was only in July.” ‘Just when I was trying to see you, to put you on your guard!" “His position was that T and my t would only be safe with him.” ‘As it never was with me?” "That was it; but now he knows that I don’t believe him. T told him ao when he called last week.” “T wonder what his next move——~" “T don't know about his next, but I n tell you what his la’ move ia,” said Lady Vera, dogging me all over the place, to see if I don’t commit another crime! red detectives at I happen to know It, Vera, with some little embarrassment, it from—the other detective.” Mar to frown es. “He has dared to speak to you!” “For the very first time since that night in the train; now do listen, ‘air to the poor fellow. bat os you thought him; you if that h nt com: Searth: lar wi ie at this tree vers ow was a say you ured with Mr, 09 Ba) te ‘ll Return it Before Anybody Notices. autho the least little hint of black- mNot a word or a sign of anything of the sort, except that he asked to forgive him for the other time, of course I did,” “Of course you would, though he actualty robbed you under arms!” “Won't you take him in hand again, Doctor, and try to cure him?” “Where is he?” asked Dollar, sudden suspicion. “Walking up and down outside, “Until we call him in?” “If only you will let me!” She was on her feet, to take him at his word as soon as spoken; but he said that was Barton’s job, and, wondering aloud how Barton would ike it, went out presumably to see. He was not gone long, and in an- other minute Alfred Croucher was cringing before them like a beaten cur, But few curs whine as this one did that morning, while the crime doctor Matened and their little lady winced, She was right about one thing. He did look ill; his cough was not alto- gether put on. He had been “tret somefink crool,” ‘he declared, but without entering into particulars, for which Dollar did not preas; but on the character of Mostyn Scarth there were no such reservations. Croucher denounced that monster with the white hatred of a holy warrior, cast- ing up his eyes with all manner of passionate and pious invocations. “Only take me away from ‘im, be- fore it's too late!" he implored, re- luctant murder in the whites of his rolling eyes. “'E’a a bad man, a very bad man 'e is! The ‘appiest days o° me life was wot I spent in ‘ere eigh- teen munf ago. It seems more like eighteen years—ard, I never should ‘ve quit but for Shod, wot's got a good long stretch for ‘is pines. ‘E's another bad man; but for ‘im you ‘ad me in the ‘oller of yer ‘and, and might ‘ve made a man o' me in no time.” “All right!" snapped Dollar. by | never did think you were more than @ second murderer, Croucher!" “Wot's that?” “Only a technical expression, Croucher, meaning the minor male- factor.” “Do you think you can cure him?" asked Vera, when Croucher had de- parted to get his luggage, “I hope #0; but I shall be very glad to have him back, even if I fail again.” “Why?” “I shall be all the better able to % watch Scarth’s latest move,” be said. Over against the back windows of a nice new street of tall red houses, be: yond the high red wall inclosing their common strip of shrubs id gravel, runs a humbler row of windows In & mews, Most of the windows have muslin curtains, and in some the lighta are on all night. Last October there was only one without any kind of covering, except a newspaper stuck across a broken pane, It was the scandal of the row; @ battered billycock lay rotting on the roof above; strange fragments of song were always liable to burst from within, as of a gentleman roistering in hi leep, and at times a bristly countenance would roll red eyes over the backs of the red houses ning and ending with the fi bottom of the atreet, If a dar some face appeared simultaneously t a top flat window, the chances were that both would vanish, but it would have been difficult to detect the ex- change of actual 8. On the return Alfred Croucher, shaven and collared, from the audien: in Welbeck Street, he went so far as to wink and wave from the window that disgraced the mews to the one that crowned the fl His rolling eyes sill had their whites about them his wrists were still in unaccustomed and Mostyn Scarth was at his elbow beforé it could be lifted with the bottle brought in to celebrate the oc- caston. “Not a drop, my igcerbayte said ti, “When do you move in?” “you now." ‘You, ppd have the whole bottle it. You may want It. stamped note-paper?” “Couldn't lay ‘ands on @ scrap.” * “Hadn't you the waiting room to yourself?" “My witin-room was the street, gov'nor.” “Well, I must have a sheet or two as goon as you can stick them in the Post; three or four would be safer, and at least a couple of his envelopes, in case of cldents. Now tell me everything that happened; and per- haps you shall have @ drink before you go.” There was no light that night in the window with the broken pane pasted over with newspaper; next day it was mended properly, and the sod- den billycock removed from the roof before Alfred Croucher awoke from his innocent and protracted slumbers in the crime doctor's patent chamber of perpetual peace. As the days wore on, Dollar spent much time with Croucher, He jent him De Quineey’s “Murder as a Fine Art" to read, and was ever turning the conversation to the subject of murders. One day Dollar suggested that Croucher go for a wulk, adding: ‘Haven't you any friends you could go and see?” “No!” cried Croucher with an em- phasis that pulled him up. “I-I might write a letter, though—if you could spare me @ bit 'o paper wiv the address.” it was a very short letter that Al- fred Croucher wrote, but a remark- ably thick envelope that he himself took to the post after looking many times up and down the street. And at the pillar box, which was not many yards from the door, he again heal- tated sadly before thrusting it in. In the afternoon Dollar took him out in the car, and then it was that for once the poisonous topic was not introduced by Mr, Croucher, “Seo that house?” sald Dollar, pointing out one of the most modest in the purlieus of Park Lane, “There was no end of a murder there onc Swiss valet cut his master's throu made what he flattered himself werd the ball marks of burglars, and bad the nerve to go into the room to wake the dead man up next morning.” “Fair swine, 6h?" said Mr. Croucher with all the symptoms of disgui “A verv fair artist, too,” rejoined the disciple of De Quincey. hat wasn't hi the old gentleman's throa! ‘from ear to ear, and yet there wasn't a spot of blood on his garmenta, How do you suppose he managed that? It's a messy operation, Croucher; you or I would have made “a walking sbam- bles of ourselves!" “How did he manage it?" asked Croucher {n a shaky growl. “By taking off every stitch before he did the trick. How about that for a tip?” Croucher made no reply. His teeth were clenched like those of a man bearing physical pain, They were nearly out of town, and Dollar had @iscoursed upon autumn tints and the nip in the air before being abruptly interrogated a8 to the “fair ewine's” fate. ‘Need you ask?” said he. “The poor devil was too clever by half and Tondo a@ big mistake for each of hie strokes of genius. He was taken, tried, condemned and all the rest o: it! And a greater writer than the gentleman who kept you awake last night wrote the best description of— all the rest of it—in existence. But don't you ask me to lend you that!” “They always seem to forget some- fink,” said Alfred Croucher, another long mile out of town. “The fret thing being that the best murdera oughtn’t to look like mur- criminologist “Wot the ‘ell mikes yer fink of ‘im?" erled Croucher, in a fury at the very name. “Well, among other things, the fact that he saw us off in the car just now. Do you mean to say you didn’t see through the false beard of the gen- tleman who was picking up his um- brella as we turned into Wigmore Street?" Never again did Alfred Croucher venture out alone, even as far as the pillar box; not another letter had he to post, though he received one wrapped round a stone once when his window was open and literally de- voured every word. He did go out, but only with the crime doctor in hia car for an hour or two In the after- noon, More than once they got out at Richmond Park, sent the car across to one of the other gates and followed at @ brisk walk, shoulder to shoulder, w'th Croucher often peeping over his, but Dollar never. The walk was sometimes broken for as long as it took Croucher to smoke a pipe in one or another of the beautiful wooded Inclosures which are the Inner glory of the most glorious of all public ®| parks, There, under red canopies of dying leaves, their feet upon a russet oar- pet of the dead, the smoker would Tést in a restless allence, because the one subject which had made him elo- quent was now tabooed. Even in the Cha or of Peace there was no peace for Alfred Croucher, and but little sleep, although the doctor had walked him off his legs and would sit beside hyn till all hours. So the literary and conversational treatment had been altered once for all; and now the patient would hardly read or speak @ word, Late one night in the second halt of the month the crime doc: like a waxwork in a chair that never creaked, had Just made sure that his man was asleep at last. He decided to steal out and write some letters and take them to the post himself be- fore locking up, and was getting by inches to his catlike feet when some nse held him bent like a bow. It could hardly have been his hear- | ing, in his own sound-proof sanctuary between double windows and triple doors. Yet suddenly be was all on edge, listening with nerves laid bare by forced vigils in that slumberous room, brown as an Arab tn ite weird lighting; the silver patch in his bair changed from @ florin to a new penny, the whites of his eyes like broad gold rings; their one flaw augmented by an infinite fatigue, their one care the human wreckage on the bed—shat- tered utterly by him, to be by him built up afresh, but not in the midst of excursions and ularms, And here was the inmost door opening, #0 softly, so slowly, at deadliest dead of night! It was a woman who entered like a ghost, and he knew her step, though he could not hear it even now. And though her cloak and headdress were those of @ trained nurse he knew, rather than saw, that the wearer was Lady Vera Moyle. “Hush!” she was the first to whisper, and very softly closed the last door, through which he would have hurried her out again, Already her soundless movements, her air of vast precaution, puzzled him even more than ber presence or her dre but he still had anxieties on this side ef the door, ‘Just asleep,” whispered, poin' Did you come going?” Even in the stained light she looked so beam- ing now, #0 frankly triumphant, he made sure that was it. written, but oqant you w BY EDGAR ware of “Captain Lady Vera? On your way please see if all three Goore ar are VE RAN LEN Some nN —— in the room opposite; then, perhaps— wh; no! I should after all, I think. sufficed to close the triple doors, one more quickly than another, behind them. “I should if I were you,” aald Bcarth. “And I should think a good many times before carrying out your in. structions—if I were the lady the bottom of one of the fow mysteries that still pussie Scotland Yard.” There was use, in which Dollar heard only a intake of breath on the threshold just behind him; that was en T shall pave. to shoot you, ham ave this one oj Three seconds had “I bell after all,” said he, oe ee = of peat roretv won't ‘that rather spoil your game? Scarth blandly. ‘Mine is not the game that matters at the moment—yours ia As, how- you have been fool enough to © & key cut expressly to fit my front door lock, and have been dis- covered in my room at midnight"— “In the moat distinguished company! pale on, Dollar. Nothing extenuate— the field plece—twang the lyre!’ howing an they had. form at Winterwald the tag from his personation had slipped out the snap and gusto which had captivated an unruly dience then, and it was not without a slight mes- AS 1 wom you to som hand the razor from table. {a foot you needn't t do all just arm yourself with the Kody’ el be more of & match Then ll be more of Mr. Scarth ign't any ture fee objection, you alain What Croucher noticed, aa the ‘ eyos camo up at last, was that Mi Searth had suddenly lost a little hia usual tan; but the bedroom slip. pers remained Dlanted where they were. And then without a word Lady Vera stepped from the doctor's side, took the razor case in both her pete it in two and exhibited the — halves, empty ich of you has borrowed my reser" aaid John . “Not Croucher m cried nay ey tremendous emphasis. = his eight resto: healthy tan which so becomes merio effect on 7, man who had him faces. at his m Scarth in turn had not held V %; Moyle at hip mercy, and it John Dollar had not known him to be utterly devoid of that quality, he could have admired the cool daredeyil, o swaggering man at bay. “Remember the concert at Winter wald, doctor,” he went on, “and our talk afterward and the last talk we ever had there? He thought. I had two tries to kill a fellow, Lady Vera—two bites at such a green young nut! Bet- ter to finish ‘em off, at one blow, isn't 1t?* Not such fun for the widow or the poor innocent who nearly swings for the job, but great work for the militant Millies and their lady leader! Splendid for you all yntil the truth comes out—as it will the minute a policeman shows his nose!” Tt was Lady Vera who had obtained him this hearing. She had stepped up to Dollar, had taken bis arm, hi even put her other hand in front o face was a note of blank interrogation, “Mostyn soarth has another—cut specially for bim! I've had him watched.” “Vera!” “I was watcbing for him—from the nursing room opposite — suffrage friends of mine.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “You had enough to do.” He shook his head. "Well?" eerie in the house.” hi 30 2"* She modded. “Hiding—in your room, think.” “I'll soon have him out!" “Wait!” She had eyes for the amber bed at last. “Are you eure he's alseep? Dollar atole across and back. The great frame was breathing gently and evenly as @ child. “But ter- ribly Hght sleeper; we mustn't dis- turb him if we can help It. “Disturb him She clutched his hand for the first time. “I wish to God I had never brought him to you! ‘There's a plot between them, doctor ~I know the some plot!" “There was, of course,” he eald jling, but wincing at his own “of * that instant, m delighted you brought him,” he reassured ' “I've taken some of the plot out of him—and now for Mr. Scarth!" He reached past her to open the door, In a flash she put something in his hand. It was a showy little revolver, the handle mother-of-pearl, the barrel golden in that light, “Thanks,” he sald briefly--but there was a whole novel in his look. “Now will you do something more for me?” “No!" she said flatly, and was at his elbow when he opened his own door across the landing. It was such a plain little room that there was indeed amall danger of a surprise from the concealed intruder, In his red man’ her own revolver, “Let him go o1 may know where wo a om whe had said in the midle of Scarth's speech. And now she asked him what he proposed, as if she were inquiring the price of a dress, vility due to an inferior. ve had my pro "sald arth. ‘a not the yuna le one re- Peats before a third “I may as Nobel ring ther a Vera, trying to disen) ood but Dollar’a hand closed er his left hand held hers as ‘ou ean tt he ground out. “It's all bluff, They have no evidence.” “They are welcome to all 1 can give them,” she answered, “I have always regretted I didn’t come forward in the beginning. But there was more excuse than there Is now—then there was no question of letting a worse porsen go for the second time. But this was not eald for the worse for the Vera Moyles it in impossible to speak at the worst person in the world. The point was merely urged as an argument for Dol- lar’s private ear, But the Mostyn Scarths are expert listeners; not @ syllable was lost upon the consum- mate chieftain of that fou) familys and he grinned gaily through as much of the open door as he could see from this point, “So you admit that you adminis- tered his coup de grace to the late jainented Sergt. Simpkine?” But the heavy shaft was not winged yy ono of Mostyn Scarth's feathered lances. His grinning gase atill eped past them to the lan if “T have never denied it in miy life.” Hear that, Croucher!” cried Scarth, “‘Full confession by Lady Vera Moyle —extry apechul The pair stood closer as one of them looked round; and there, indeed, on the threshold, bulked Alfred Croucher, larger than life in a white bathgown that sat better on him than his loud- est clothes, And his unwholesome face looked only @ shade less white than all the rest of nim, but for the little red sleepless eyes fixed on Mostyn Scarth, who still enjoyed the Tho only possible cover was under sér!me doctors undivided attention. the bed, behind the curtains or in the ‘drobe, Dollar just went through the form of glancing under the bed as he whipped up the poker in his left hand; with it he parted the cur- tains, and in the same second had hia man comfortably covered at arm's It done!" cried the girl. Scarth repaid her with a gleam of saturnine enlightenment; It was the first change in his swarthy, unemo- tional, unconquerable visa, On ‘he Balkan battlefields t may have been myriads of such faces, not with the unique intellectual quality of this one, but alike in their fierce contempt of battle, murder and sud- den death a little matters not worth @ qualm, whether in the active or the passive party to the business. Among educated Englishmen the temperament 1s rare, and rarer still the mental attitude; in the combina- tion He the makings of the hell-born villain, and Mostyn Searth was the finished article, Stotcal in his discomfture, ho saw his opening with no more t. @ glit- ter of hia insolent eyes, and took it as though he had never foreseen any- thing else. “Bo I've caught zon both out, my virtuous frie he. “And you dare to present that A Ning to me, as though I were here for a felonious purpose!” “1 shall not empty It into you, Bcarth, however much you may tempt me,” re+ plied the crime doctor. “What do you say to clasping both hands behind you head and leading the way downstairs I'll see you damned first Mostyn Scarth. “Good! It's exactly the same to me, only you may find It harder not to take one of those hands out of your trousers pockets, and the moment you show a Anger I shall cripple you for life. I thought too that you may like to hear what we say to the Faent i intent nore “TI don't take ta my oes one gleam hy said what you say rw the ‘ell did you get ‘ere?™ said Croue her huskily. “I'm obliged to you for asking. Our virtuous friends are so ready to take a felony for granted, that it esema never to have occurred to them that « I walked in at the door—partly to see you—chicfy to bowl them out.’ Lady Vera could not help amiling at that which'seemed never to have oc- curred to her; nothing else left any mark, savé upon John Dollar, on whom Scarth now trained his pied arin, “The worst of a Yale doc- he went on, “is that all the keys are numbered; the worst of a Turkish ¢ bath is that your enemy may do that and have a look at your latch- y if you will leave It in your pocket on its chain, Northumberland Avenue may be a good place after a bad night; but th where I really found my way into your house, You didn’t see mo because I had the bad taste to of electricity to the The note of insolence had been forced for Crouch benefit, the li- bretto elaborated to impress tha’ mental mind, and It was to Crouc! that Scarth turned for applause. might have been more articu there was little merriment in the tural laugh; and {tt was not in open mockery, if not with any visible respect, that the little red eyes sought the silent object of these insults. Dollar met them for a moment with a asidelong flash; that was as much as the little red eyes could stand. Searth glowered, but Mr. Croucher was not looking up any more. Bo- tween the two strong men, one 8] ting results with bis tongue, the other darting questions with his eyes, flabby Croucher found It conventent to study the toes of his bedroom slippers, But his right hand shook deep in the far ncket of his volumin asa bathgown, None of them saw but Mostyn Scarth, and him it ailed with gleam- ing confidence. ‘ome, Ali said he, “ ead girest 3 Sa baa oe connie hand wae atill i) his “Not you, Croucher?” “No, not mo!" Pay oe your original mi nase was 9 posses that razor—and—une | * ar did not finish the. without feell his left; that way, and was my hand to show 1 And then, under another teadied down into rase. ‘and!" said he, my hand! Exactly! But it was =e exactly your idea?” : ‘t my master now, blast iteady, Croucher, May I ask what that is in your hand?” Tt was a letter. Only a letter that far pocket, after all! ores e found his tongue eek ou—eive—that—to—me Croueh- | "Croucher wavered at his voice: fi was terribly threatening, each ame tone a poisoned barb, “What it I eae tor; and not know that L left hand had dropped the hand hands for him. “Your game's up tf you show that letter!" cried Scarth to Croucher, who only showed him the ot Bis “Can you be tried twice for he! same thing, doctor?” he the same breath he desper aadeat “{ don't care whether you can or you You read that, whether or nol” ‘Tue letter wee is ia an in onveloge st sup- eracribed “To A wonderful imitation of Dollar's ex writing; but the letter itself, on his own stamped paper, mor marvelous forgery, fa which Ge rorid Serere' uittying bie owe wi ore work by the crime of suicide, baa | “That's better than yea did in ‘Switeerland,” sald ae oes ding to the livid man between the | curtains. “But it ain't the best thing done,” cried Croucher, and to roll his eyes and gloat. pounders best bit was squeesin’ twe people for the same tothe ust attacee ag a Shee must ‘ve done an’ ‘I “ait ayy) uae ime!” ey — ‘s end of you," said Soarth, win eorione ee eacaeeacse. f us all!” said tne igri “acetone e a ow, you—can Lvrkn ontwert iene this lady? apa lady ehook her head end smiled, “ “I do, if I swing to-: ow!" swore Alfred Crouche: eer told, im" with @ truculent a age of the bull one night in starts aqueezin’ fell cvs, bees yer— though we've bas Boy ‘im ie cracker!" ‘as yady Vera looked Lk still unable to pelteve he a eee ring inte sens i if the tro were yaher with ¢ great *pue the ~ doctor an jut the doctor was the instant longer. His left went to ae pesient first. at tout ou’) leep to-night! you the other when | We tree, he sald, covering the man with his hands’ In his pockets, the certains of on each side of him, and @ back window just behind, Ro ererie ta ais ‘Then two thi Tovar ack ("he ites ae lover life wit that the second was aM oven s Ra! saying, “I'm afraid I'm to make @ fool of myself, loved co, earth a! @ doctor wi beside er gett = wwin, now *f I dot tret ‘er for it! . . . wot a fair swine I was!