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Qed O44 4 aye) PUPP Aer ren ; - Fe 4 > ‘ > te “Good! Take~a train around seven tonight and I’ll phone when your cue comes.” Miles attended to the cheque and they rose. It was almost dinner time when he reached Brooklea but instead of re- turning at once to the Drakes’ he paid a call at a neat, old-fashivued cottage nearer the village. Carter and Pierre were hurrying about the kitchen busied with the serving of dinner and as he passed the servants’ dining roor. Scottie Leckoned imperiously, tut Miles waved an emphatic dissent and hurried up the back stairs. At the first land:ng he came upon Hitty. : “Mr. Roger’s conditi.: exznged since last night?” “No, an’ I don’t know’s it’li be any harm if I do leave him.” She snivered. “T’ll be right back before the fam’ly leave the table.” She ‘scuttled off downstairs and Miles softly entered the sick room and took the cfiair beside the bed. He leaned over and spoke gently: “Mr. Drake! You can hear me?” The eye which had turned eagerly toward him at his first word closed swiftly, gratefully, and then openel wide. “I meant what I said yesterday. The past is buried and must not be resurrected, but there is one who must be silenced, the one whose name you tried to tell your brother yester- day. I knew—I guessed—but I must have your assurance that I am right. The man you fear, the man who can bring ruin and worse upon you all— is this he?” Bending mode. closefy over the prostrate form he breathed a name. There was a pregnant pause while Roger Drake’s eyes seemed to dilate. hasn’t Then, unwaveringly, inexorably, the’ lids closed. CHAPTER XVII. “Man, but I’ve news for you!” Scottie exclaimed when Miles came downstairs. “Dick Kemp has found what’s been under our very noses. Do you mind when Rip told us of meeting two-men in the garden? Last night as came again and Dick frightened co away, but not before he’d dis- eovered the spot they were after. We'll beat them to it tonight, but how we’re to get rid of the lad—!” “Tl find a way,’ Miles responded briefly. “It’s only the last link in the chain, anyway, but it will be best for him and his little bride to be far from this house later tonight. “When young Dick meets you tell him to pack his grip and wait with his runabout in the back road till Pa- tricia joins him.” Miles was passing through the hall when Andrew Drake emerged from the library fuming with exasperation. “Confound that pettifogging Wells!” he explained to Miss Drake. | “He’s coming down on the ten o’clock train tonight and insists that I meet him at the station. Wants a. private talk.” “Sh-h!” Miss Drake warned and vanished up the stairs, Andrew grumblingly following. As Miles turned Patricia appeared in the door of the music room. “J heard!” she whispered. “Oh, Sergeant, why is Mr. Wells coming and where have you been all day? ‘When is all this dreadful suspense going to end?” “Tonight for you, my dear young lady,” the detective replied. “I want you to keep away. again now tonight. Mr. Kemp will be waiting for you on the back road in his‘car in an hour and you must take your traveling case and slip out and join him. He will keep in touch with me and when you come back in a few days it will Bae HEINTZMAN & CO. 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You have found the terrible old woman who tried to have me ab- arm?” “He will never cross your path again,” Miles replied evasi-ely. “One thing more; not. only was your own sanity never in question, but that of your people also.” j It was midnight when Miles and Scottie, equipped with shovels, set to} work with a will and soon had a hole | waist deep where the floor of the summer house had been. “T’ve struck something, lad,” Scot- | an unconsciously | ' | i tie announced in lowered veice. Miles leaped down into the excava- tion beside him and felt about with his hands. “Machinery!” Scottie exclaimed. “Rusted and broken as though it had been crushed with a sledge-hammer!” “Our friends hoped it would be in better condition, I think,’ Miles re- sponded. Can you guess what it is?” “It?s not a wee printing press, though I own I’ve had that in mind since-you took the counterfeit bill Gray struck out blindly. from me.” Scottie shook his head slowly. “If I had.a ciiance to try to assemble it, now—?” “You’re close enough to the truth, old man.” Miles wedged down the lid once more and began heaping the loose dirt back up-n it. Put the boards back over the hole as well as you can and follow me!” | Scottie obeyed and the two walked to the road where a machine had halt- ed. With its th ee grimly business- like occupants the briefest of greet-| ings were exchanged. “You understand, boys, that you’re ion a confidential case, and Scottie is here just.by accident?’ Miles spoke with authority but there was a note! of uncontrollable elation in his tones. we understanc all right, | “Sure, | Sergeant,” the burlier of the trio re- ee with immense respect. all set and waiting for orde-s.” “All right, Farrell; you and Marks come with me. I’m going to post you indoors and then get one of the neigh- bors to join us whom I shall want as a | witness. Scottie, jump in and let} Barker drive you down to the Man- sion House where I want you to send word up to 4 Mrs. Higgins that you’ve come to bring her back here. While she is getting ready, call up 130) prepared for your call. Tell her Miss! Drake is ill and ha. sent for her. She will use a conveyance of her own to reach here, but Mrs. Higgins will re- turn with you and Barker, and see | that you make it snappy ” i CHAPTER XVII. | John Wells was still fully dressed when Miles knocked upon the door of the guest room. After a brief col- loquy he descended to the library where he found Enslee Grayle. “My dear sir!’ He extended a cor- dial hand to the bewildered naturalist. | ‘ “This is an unpardonable hour at which to have disturbed you, but you are our. poor Roger’s closest friend.” “Sad!” Grayle returned. “Roger is—!” f “His seizure has not yet taken a fatal turn, but it is well to be pre- pared. But here come the others.’ ‘Twere low. far!” “We're | 1 ce | “If you will wait until your sister joins us—?” “Patricia!” The ery came from the stairs and Miss Drake tottered into the room, and fell into ‘the nearest chair. “She is/gone again! Why is Mr. Grayle here and what have you to tell us, Mr. Wells?” . “Very little’ Your new servant, William, is here to explain the situa- tion.” Miles had entered quietly and An- drew turned with a snarl. “William, eh?” He added an oath. “Who the are you, anyway?” “A special agent employed by a member of this family to protect their interests, sir,’ Miles replied, still respectfully. “You, John?” Hobart took a step forward. “By gad, you've gone too “It is. the end!” Jerusha Drake bowed her proud head and buried her face in her hands. 5 “I suppose that lunatic upstairs went to you and you saw a chance of making a fat fee out of us, you— muck-racker!” Andrew advanced threateningly upon the attorney. “T was consulted by my ward, Pa- tricia Drake, who is safe and in good hands,” Wells responded. “I am co- guardian with her father. As for my ‘cheap private detective,’ Sergeant Owen Miles from Police Headquarters will speak for himself!” “Really, I feel that Iam de trop——!” Grayle rose slowly from his chair. “No you don’t!” Andrew leaped for him. “Can’t you see it’s a plant? That we are done. for? Yov’ll take your medicine the same as me—!” “Are you mad?” The spare, white- haired figure threw him off with un- expected strength, and turned in of- fended dignity to Hobart. “Mr. Drake, your brother—!” “He is not his brother!” A nasal feminine voice wrung with anguish startled them all as Ora Hawks slip- ped through the opened French win- dow from the verandah and pointed an accusing finger. “That man is not; Andrew Drake!” At the same moment Maizie Gray, flamboyant even in crisp new widow’s weeds, entered the door with Scottie and the impassive: Barker behind her. “Not—not Andrew!” Miss Drake seemed oblivious to the arrival of the trio as she lifted astounded and horri- fied eyes to the face of her old friend. “Andrew Drake died in Australia three years ago,” Miles said gravely. “This lady will be able to inform you of the identity of the imposter.” He indicated Maizie, but she drew herself up with a laugh. “Tm? . I-never laid eyes on ’im until larst week, but. I can tell you right enough ‘oo-thatxty’ite’aired old cove it! ’E’s Ben Gray, my lawfully wedded ’usband, as left me and the Salisbury Repertory Company in Vic- toria two years ago!” The erstwhile naturalist sprang for the door, but Miles, recovering him- self, called sharply: “Farrell! Marks! Here are your men!” Gray struck out blindly, but Marks tore off. the white wig, disclosing the sleek, close-cropped black hair which more naturally accorded with the cul- prit’s bright, dark eyes and stalwart, athletic frame. Farrell was watching the man who had posed as Andrew Drake and who had all at once regain- ed control of himself. . He stood wait-| ing quietly with a half-smile upon his ips. - (To be continued.) 2 — Unknon Soldier He must be weary of marching feet Treading a rhythm above in the street. He must be weary of laurel and bay | And uniformed reverence, and people who pray. All of his swagger and all of his jest Are lost in his crying for silence and rest. But I think the lids of his eyes un- fold : | When little gray mothers, timid and old, ; Come softly at dusk. “My bravest one! Such a grand, grand: grave for my little son!” } '—V. Valerie Gates in the New Yorker. To Dine Imperially London Times (Ind.‘: The Empire! Marketing Board's little book on “Em-. pire Dinners’—two to a month, and’ each designed by an eminent artist! in that way—gives plenty of tests more severe than the artistically simple Christmas dinner. From the cocktail to the coffee, from the grape- fruit to the grapes, seven, eight, nine courses can be made up without buy-: ing a penn’orth of anything outside the Empire, And since we have every clime and every season within “What is the meanin;; of this?” Hobart attired in a robe and slippers appeared in the doorway. “Grayle, you here?” ‘ “Hello, Grayle!” Ancrew’s voice sounded from behind his brother. “Williams told me you wanted me. What’s up now?” “I do want you, Andrew, and you, too, Hobart.” The attorney’s tones our borders, and cold storage has an- nihilated distance, we may dine as elegantly, as exotically, as we choose. 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