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"4 * ADMIT ONE SIDNEY HOKLEK SY.\i>I'SIS When Philip Crane, a young aeroplane tiaelgner, arrive* In London on a holiday, through a coincidence of like names, he ! taken for the crook Crane, who ! a tool of a band ruled by a mjHtorlous "Empress." He rescues Margery FerguKon and ImJic. her to a convent. He thon goes to Mnndllnj? In Kent to rescue her fa- ther. Meanwhile, Charles Whittle, an American detective, is trailing a hand f forgern. By close confinement The Kmprrx* hopes to bend Ferguson'* will to her own. In the meantime 1'hillp Crmne arrives at Mrs. Hamblc's Inn. with her pleas intly maternal 'and I know where those eggs CHAPTER IX.--(Cont'd.) Still smiling broadly, Mrs. Hamble conducted him into a bedroom on tht first floor, and brought a large copper fan of belling water. "There's soap and a clean towel on the rail, sir," she announced. It was whilst he was descending the stairs that Philip made his decision. If the unravelling of the mystery upon which he had embaiked necessitated hia remaining in Mandling, what hot- ter lodging than this? Mrs. Hamble served the meal her- self. At the sight of the dish of ap- petizing eggs and bacon, supplement- ed by a mound of crisply fried pota- toes, Philip rubbed his hands. He night have been a schoolboy home f or his first breakfast of the holidays. "Jolly good, Mrs. Hamble," he re- marked. The landlady beamed. "There's nothing to'beat eggs and b*con for breakfast, young man," she Mid, ir; came from out of me own back yard. Now, sit you down and cat it while It's hot." Noticing Mrs. Harrble hovering in the middle distance, as though sha would welcome the opportunity for a farther chat (no doubt, life at Mand- ling was rather dull for a woman of her intelligence) Philip, half-way through the meal, invited her over. "I'm really on holiday," he an- Bonnced, "and a friend of mine told me about Mandling. Said it was the beet place he knew to come for a few days' rest." "What might your friend's name be an.' yours, if it comes to that?" Th^re was no offence in the ques- tion; it was merely a sign that 'he speaker was interested. "My name's Padden," he replied. A lie, but, in the circumstances, he de- cided it was necessary. And, after all, it was not so far from being the truth hia uncle's name was Padden, and he supposed he could have the loan of it for a day or so. It was easy to go from one lie to another although he was sorry to de- eeive so excellent a person. "And my friend's celled Smith," he added. "There's a lot o' them in this part o' Kent," returned Mrs. Hamble quite seriously. "And where did you think o* putting up, Mr. Padden, if I may be so bold as to ask?" "Here if you'll have me." "There's another house at the end of the street." "I don't want to see it," he said; "I didn't believe there was such an inn as this left in England. What about it, Mrs. Hamble?" Placing her hands on her ample hips, the landlady broke into a chuckle. "Well, seeing as how you're so de- termined, Mr. Paddci. Would that room I showed you into just now do?* "Splendidly. I'll take it, in any ease, for three days." Remembering that he had no luggage, he pulled out his pocket-book, and took out two one- pound notes. "Hern's something on account," ho aid. "And Is there a general store, r anything like that in Mandling?" "Oh, yes, there is that. Old Tom Cartwright sells practically every- thing then- is." "Good. Then, from this moment. Mrs. Humble, I become your new lodger. That's understood." "You arc one for your little joke. Mr. Pndden." Torn Cnrtwright wore a shapeless hat, had spectacles fastened with string about his ears, a shirt that was not above suspicion, and a certain hos- tility of manner. Rut when it came do .-.> to supplying things, he lived up to Mrs. Hamblc's recommendation. So far as Mandling's wants were con- cerned, he coald supply everything. Philip was able to purchase a suit of pyjamas, and a few other essen- tials of the toilet, including a tooth- brush and a comb. He increased his haul to the extent of some handker- chiefs and collars ; and then, with the small parcel under his arm, he felt he win able to lo<>k the world once agnin squarely in the face. leaving hi package on the chest of drawers in his bedroom, he ventured ui. again. So far as he had been able to gather, Mandling did not hold more than a few hundred inhabitants. Scat- tered here and there about the district, were several more or less imposing residences, and, apparently, it was in one of these that the girl's father was being kept a prisoner. Strolling down the main street aguin, he roke off to th right and, climbing a stile, found himself on the edge of a patch of woodland. It was an exceedingly pleasant spot ;m , seating himself on a big boulder, he lit his pipe and gave himself up to reflection. This was a quixotic mission upon which he had started, but now that his blood had cooled and he was able to set things in a more or less reasonable perspective, he knew himself still de- termined to carry on. There could be no doubt about the sincerity of the girl he had helped the previous night. Every word she uttered, every glance she had given him, hr.d been eloquent of the truth. And she was alone utterly, completely alone. Worse still, the father on whom she, in the ordi- nary way, would have depended, was being held to some k'rd of ransom by a gang of criminals. The information she had given him during the short ride from Cima's to the Convent had consisted of short, fragmentary sen- tences all jumbL-d together, ami, with- out the details he had personally gain- ed, they might have been quite mean- ingless, apart from the one vital word: Mandling. It was difficult to realize that, in this dreaming countryside, he had ar- rived at the heart of the conspiracy. In London, yes; in the teeming Metro- polis, anything was possible. But here! What was thU gang? And for what reason were they holding the man? There had not been time to ask the girl this vital question, with the result that the only information he had gain- ed was that her father was being used for some indefinite criminal purpose. His thoughts switched. He recall ! his uncle, Sir Timothy Padden, that man whose visions were wide, but whose actual world was bounded '> aeroplane engines. He smiled as he pictured the comment his uncle woold have made on being told about his mad enterprise. "Fudge and nonsense, lad; and nonsense! If this man's in trou Quality has no substitute tfiecp miens * ROUND THE CORNER By Ursula liloom It was a wise head who wrote the old proverb about the course of true love never running smooth. George Greyson reflected It, as he eyed Rose- mary from under his lids. He loved her, yes, he really did love her; ash- blonde hair, grey eyes, and that littl* three-cornered mouth of hers. They had been half engaged for over a year, ever since that moment when they had met at the tennis dance. He had seen her dressed In Columbine, a fairy-like, fragile little thing, with pink and green ballons swirling about her. He had summoned up the courage to kiss her, and she had not rebuffed him. He had felt ecstasy and triumphant pride Almost viciously he made a grand [ ! movement and hailed a taxi-cab. That i would surprise her. He did not often rise to taxis, but he would take her I home in style. Tli end should be a triumphant one. She showed little surprise as she got inside and sat down with her face averted from him. That in itself was disarming. George gave the man the address j and got in beside her. He was thank- ful that the journey was not a long ' one. They bowled along. j "It's not as hot as it was,' he said at last, She Ignored him. He repeat- jed the modest remark; "Not as hot u It was. . . ." "Well, I don't care I like the heat," she snapped "I've never seen yon so thoroughly beastly," he announced. "Well, then, It's a new side of my nature. I don't know what has come 1 uppose this is woman's face to the driver of the taxi- cab, and had turned and strod' Inside' the house. The driver All day long would never he had been forget It. thinking over you to-night, the end?" The longing to plead with her sud- denly disappeared. "I suppose It is," he said, with an attempt at cheerful- ness. "I never thought It would end like about it. All day long he had thought of the smell of the cigar, and the old gent who had taken off his hat and his whiskers and had laughed up at him impudently. One of the others had told him about it at tl e rank when hr. was waiting for a fare. "You - jt hold of Ella de Wrench," he said; "she used to be on the stage, did male impersonating. They say she goes on doing it in her private life. She's a caution." All the same, he could not forget It. He was mooning along and thinking about It when suddenly . . . "HI," said George, furiously, his head out of the window, "where do you think you are driving us? What are you doing? day- swelling together within him. Ador- able little thing! When he was able be would buy her a ring. Ever since then they had been meet- ing every other evening, walking inj tn j g " the park together, sitting on two prim , ..,', you hadn . t been so snapp y It chairs and glancing at each other, and I wouldn't have done." fudge saying all those romantic sweet noth- , ..y ou - ve nev er cared for me." she Ings that lovers do say. Or they had pro t est ed. "A good thing we found It ble, go to the police, s,r. Sir T.mothy been to the pictures, and had sat there * ut before we were marrled . A nlce was at least fifty years behind the 'hand in hand, thrilling with the sentl- I said Battersea." came out of his times in his language and manners. Fudge and nonsense' Perhaps it waa. Any practical man of affairs would not have taken all this trouble upon such slender grounds. The most he would have done would have been to go to Scotland Yard on behalf of the girl. A fool? Maybe. But, still, he had given his word, and he was going on. , thing It would have been after." mental parts, Joying in the love of It.! ..y es wou i dn ' t |?" Now, to-night, this had happened. George supposed he had not been feeling too good-tempered when they met. He had had it bad day at the office, hot weather, and the chief with his rag out one of those days when everything goes wrong. Then he had been afraid that he was going to be late, and had bolted his supper, and The taxlman dream. "Blimey! I was thinking of last night's fare a caution that was and I've brought you to Brixton." "Well, you Just jolly well take us back and at your own expense," said George, and he slammed up the win- dow. The taxlman turned the cab slowly. At the corner of the street was the house where he had left her cigar and white whiskers and all. "Dashed annoying," said George. She turned upon him furiously. "I'll , Rosemar y came out of her handker- never speak to you again as long as 1 dllef and g i anced at him. live," she declared. "Never! This Is the end." "Granted," he sniffed, and sat back. Well, he had got one In there. The taxi rolled on. He had not been noticing where they were going, because he had been entirely preoccu- "What's happened?" "Why, the moony old fool has brought us all the way to Brixton. Heaven knows what he was thinking about." He thought furiously that now they would have to proloui; this awkward What New York Is Wearing BY ANNEBELLE WORTHINGTON Illustrated Dressmaking Lesson Furnished ii-ith. Every Pattern information as much information as i had waiter in the park, walking up and j P'ed with his own quarrel, but now It tete . ate te. He fumed to himself. Idown, and every moment had made, struck him that the streets were look-j .. Wnat was he thinking about?" she asked. "Perhaps be had had a row ... . , ., . I **WU. U11U C1UIJT mUUll'lll IIUU Illatlf ot..M.n .!. MBW *My u..~wu was poss.ble-about the occupanU of| h , m moro , d , >, , unfamiliar. A short cut 1 each big house in the district. With this resolve, he started to walk back to the Inn. getting there late! i . ' been hurrylng- "The Jolly Sailor" had been washed j | e i 8ure | y ; perhaps. He refused to take any no- \ wltn somebody> too." When she had arrived, she had not lice. He had an Idea that she was cry-| George caught the inflection of her and scrubbed, and, it seomed, folded and ironed, by the time he reached it. Mrs. Hamble and the one servant a native of Mandling, as right-eyed as her mistress had put in some ef- fective scouring since breakfast time. -Just strolling along ing, something bright and glittering in i her eyes! No, he would not notice. "You've kept me waiting." ho had On they went. announced, and she had replied, quite' On the box the old taxi-man crouch- calmly: : ed over his wheel. He was thinking "Oh, have I?" That was all. "all" everything Yet, from that little had started. Now And. with the work done, the landlady tney were B , u| on tWQ cha , hot ' carnation In his buttonhole, shiny hat was willing to rest awhile and ex- and angry w|th each otner ISSUE No. 5231 change comments on what, to her, passed for the day's events. Philip tried her out cautiously. "Who lives about here?" she re- peated; "well, that's easy enough to answer. Up at 'Rose Mount,' there's Sir Geoffrey Godfrey, who's a big to- bacco man, I understand, somewhere in London; at 'The Larches,' there's Mr. Benjamin Quitter, who has a brewery business down at Ashfield. At 'Cedar Crest," there's " And so on and so forth. It was not until six houses and their occupants had been gone over that Philii felt he was getting somewhere near is quarry. "I never thought you'd be such beast," she flashed, "saying all those unkind things." "Well, what about you? The truth voice and was suddenly ushamed. "I I never think rows are worth while," he commented, "one does sayj such nasty things; all the same. \ . ."j "You said some very nasty things,"! she said. "So did you." There was a silence for a moment as , the cab rolled along the street. and all. "Brixton," the old gentleman ..,. m gorrV) , f you are ,. she gaia at had said, "and a fat tip If you get me , ast yery goft , y , ndced "Darling. . . I of last night, of the fare he had had a fat old gent, with white whiskers and all got up like a dandy. While I > there quickly." The smell of his cigar had been good as a meal. The taxi- man had gone along to Brixton, and He caught her to him. Just as the cab struck a pot- the road He caught her to of the matter is that you have got used had had luck. He knew the way well. | hlm and klsged tne lit tie upturned to me. You haven't been as nice as for he had had a mother-in-law who I face " The cheekg were qulte wet ner you used to be for ages." lived round there, and who had kept; eyeg were br | mmiu g. "You're being stupid. You can't go a little fish shop, and many a time he , ,. ob George> .. and sne c i ung to him. on being sloppy for ever." had gone down for the little dainty she . ,. oh George> darllngi l feel 8O awful had put aside for her daughter. Years | about ^ l d , dn>t mean tho?e thlngg since he had been that way. and rath- , , MlJ , T dldn>t ^ > p ] e ase. George. ." and he kissed her "darling little sweet- "Sloppy!" He echoed the words irately. smce ue nau ueeu wai vuj, uu mm- 1 rea ]]y There came silence. He was won- ' er pleasant to be going over the re- j "sweetheart," tiering If it would be a terrible come- ( membcred ground again with the old ! aga!n an( j down to suggest a compromise. He #'eut with the shiny\hat and the car' was contemplating the best way to ap- 1 nation, puffing at hl\ strong-smelling proach It, when she said, angrily: "I think I'll go home; if you are go- i ing to sulk It Isn't very pleasant for "Up at what they used to call "The mo ." "I wasn't sulking." "That's it, contradict me." White House," there's someone by the name of Stevensson I think . . ." Stevensson! of course, it might be merely a coincidence, but he had to hear more. "And what does Mr. .Stevensson do?" he enquired, with the best at- tempt at jocularity he could assume. "Some say he's a gentleman of pri- vate means; but not much is kno\vn about him. A thin-faced, severe-' looking gent he is. Don't take much interest in the village life. But, there, it isn't every rich man from London who wants to be bothered with sucli paltry fry as we folks. He doesn't live here all the time just comes down now and again. I have heard tell tha' he's got a funny sort of a man-servant up there a big foreigner with ;i nasty-looking face; but I daresay that's a bit exaggerated; you kno\v what village people are, perhaps, Mr, Padden? They can't bear a foreign- er, anyhow, and it often happens that rumors are spread about when, per haps, there's no call for 'em, if yoi; follow me?" "Quite, Mrs. Hamble. Is it much a walk up to this 'White House'?" "A tidy step, sir. But if you was intending to do it, you could get thr: and back nicely by lunch-time." There followed a detailed description of the i onto to be taken, concluding with the rrmark: "And tluy do say there's not a Hotter bit of eointry aiiywhero ii- Kent tUn between this v!Uaf and 'The White House.' Mind you take the second turning to the right after the ciossroads." (To be continued.) cigar In the back of the car. Then, when they had got there, out the Kent had got, sprightly and agile! enough, and he had stood on the edgej of the pavement and 'iad counted out the money, fat tip and all. It had been a fat tip, too! Then he had done au amazing thing. He had taken oft his bat; he had fold- ed it and put It In his pocket. He had taken off his whisker* and had done the same. He had turn, d a laughing heart x(t er this, dearest, we will have to bo properly engaged, because I am not risking any more disputes. We will buy a ring at once. We will put the banns up." ,. Qh Cpor<re ,.. ^ ^ ^ (o hig hear , ., Kancy> the moony oW foo , hadn . t ( , riven us to Brixton we shouldn't ever have had make u Wc shoul(1 have ^.^ perhaps fQr _., "That would have been too awful,' 1 she said, and she lifted her lips and kissed him timidly. "I'm not angry that he yent to Bro.xton, are you?" 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The taxlman watched him as he mtcd out the change. He watched orge as he turned and linked his . m In Rosemary's, and then did <i lit- ' gavotte of their own on the pave- ment and Into the house. "Blimey," said the taximan, and his yes grew round with amazement; "If lat there ain't another comic fare. Who'd ha' believed it?" Tit Bits. DRUDGERY. Drudgery is as necessary to call ou( :he treasures of the mind as harrowv ing and planting those of the earth.-* Margaret Fuller. f'irst came the "realtor," then th* ''mortician," later the "beautician." subsequently the "bootician," then the "pedicure." And the jther day a large motor truck cireened down Third Avenue, New York, bearing the impos- ing logend: "Kelly & McGuire, Truck- ologists." Wall Street Journal. "Thinking of me, dearest?" "Was I laughing? I'm so sorry." Lomlon Opinion. il A bachelor's life is ju?t one undarnv t ed thing after anoth^ Boston Tran f script. //E