The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1930-02-27, Page 3eull
THE STORY SO FAR
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THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1930
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^Standing side by side on the quay at
Folkstone harbour stood Hugh
Drummond and Peter Darrell wav
ing good-bye 'to their wives who
were passengers on the “Maid of
■Orleans” liich was slowly pull
ing away from the pier, The men
returned to the hotel to discuss a
previously arranged meeting. Hugh
Drummond’s home is situated near
Romney Marsh where Granger, a
eccentric recluse, was his nearest
» neighbor. One night .as Drum-
. anond was sitting at the window,
smoking a last cigarette before re-
. firing,’ he saw a series of red and
blue 'flashes coming from the di-
• section of Spragge's Farm in the
aniddle of the Marsh, The next
• day Drummond happened to meet
Granger himself and casually
anentioned the lights he had seen
on the Marsh. Granger became
/greatly excited upon hearing the
news and he and his valet rushed
. for the fortress as if seeking safe
ly, Drummond and Peter go to
‘Spragge’s Farm where Peter is to
inquire for board.
.NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
“Now, Peter,” he said, “we ap-
giroach our destination. That place
there in front of us is Rye. Cast
.your eyes two fingers right and you
-avail see on the hill an imposing red
brick edifice. That is the house of
Drummond. Straight-in front of us
you will see a smallish house in a
/Clump of trees;’\that is Spragge’s
Farm. One finger to the right of
any house, also on the hill, you per
ceive bother house. That is our
'friend Granger’s prison. Now you
■ get the geography of the part that
-concerns us. And the great point,
n-s you will notice, is that if, as I
am tolerably certain, those lights
were a warning, of some sort, and
Spragge FarnAis aa good a place as
any on the Marsh for Granger to
see them from.”
» “Correct,” I agreed. “Now, what
am I really to say to Spragge?”
“Any darn thing you like,” he
laughed as we started once more.
“It’s only- a preliminary reconnais
sance, and < we .can’t expect much
luck.” “
It was Tortunate we didn’t, be
cause we had none tat all. The farm
stood about a quarter of a mile from
the road-, and a rough drive—little
more than a stony lane—led up to
51. A gate barred the entrance, and
leaning over it was a morose look
ing individual smoking a pipe. He
stared at us with' iscarcely veiled
hostility as we pulled lip, and make
am effort to move.
“This is Spragge’s Farm, isn’t it?’
saidr Hugh politely.
“It is,” grunted (he man without
Removing his pipe from his mouth.
“Do you know if Mr. Spragge is
anywhere about?”
“I’m Mr, Spragge.’ What might
■you be wanting?”
Hugh’s fingers began to drum on
She steering wheel, and it wasn’t dif
ficult to tell exactly what he was
wanting. But to clip a man over the
jaw is not conductive to further con
versation, and his voice remained
studiously mild.
“I was told, Mr. Spragge,” he said
quietly “that you had room to let
HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIllliHlllllUilllllllllUr,
on your farm. My friend here is
anxious for a pltfce where he can
finish—er—a book undisturbed. If
your room is free he would like to
see it,”
The man removed his pipe, only
apparently to enable ’him to spit
with greater ease, Then’he stared
insolently from one to the other of
us. t
“You were told wrong,’.’ he grunt
ed. “I've no room to let, and if I
had I choose who I put up.”
“Your choice must be fairly limit
ed I should imagine,” remarked
Hugh, “if this is a fair sample of
your manners. Nice chatty little
fellow, aren’t you, Mr. Spragge?”
'The man straightened himself up,
and the veins on his forehead began
to stand out like whipcord.
“Look here, you damned
he said thickly,
before
how I
unless
quick,
man shrilly “you be off. This farm
ain’t po business Of yours, and I’ll
thank you to get into your car and
clear out.”
“The ingratitude of women,” said
Hugh resignedly. “After all I’ve
done for poor Mr. Spragge too. Well
Peter, never shall it be said that we
stayed where we werii't wanted.
We’ll go. But do tell little Ferdin
and when he wakes that he, ought
not to sleep* on his back.
He swung the car around, and as
we went down the drive I glanced
back. The man had scrambled to
liis feet, and was standing by his
wife. And the two of them stood
there motionless watching, us until
we turned out of the drive into
main road.
“Not much out of that, Peter,
afraid,” said Hugh, “All that
the
dude,”
of this
sp'ealts
“you get out
I lose my temper, I
like, and to whom I like. But
you’re out of this
I'll pull you out of
and little Pansy-face beside
well.” ■
Hugh laughed pleasantly.
“And why should I get out of this,
Mr. Spragge? This road is as much
mine as it is yours, and you’ve no
idea
make leaning against
True, your face leaves much to be
desired, and your clothes are deplor
able, but the general picture-—the
tout ensemble—of the Englishman
guarding his home is quite wonder
ful. Don’t you agree, Peter?”
I glanced at him out of the cor
ner of my eye, and saw the old well-
remembered look in his face. He
was deliberately goading the man
on, though for what purpose I
couldn’t quite make out. This man
Spragge was a powerful looking
brute, .and I failed to see any object
I in starting a rough house. And that
was exactly what seemed eminent.
With a flood of blasphemy the farm
er flung open the gate, and slouched
over to the car; as ho came Hugh
opened the door and stepped, into
the road.
“You--------------” snarled .Spragge.
“I’ve warned you once: .now you can
have it.”
I almost laughed: how many men
had said words to that effect in days
gone by? And with the same re
sult. Spragge shot out a fist like a
leg of mutton, which encountered
air, and the next instant he was ly
ing flat oil his back in the middle
of the road, completely knocked out.
“Quick, Peter,” said Hugh urgent
ly. “Sling the blighter into the
back of the car, and we’ll take him
to the farm. Heaven forbid, old
man,” he chuckled as the 'Bentley
spun up the track, “that we should
be so grossly inhuman as to leave
the pool’ injured fellow lying in the
road. His wife's tender care is es
sential,, and—-keep your .eyes skin
ned’. We might spot something.”
We pulled up at the door, and al
most immediately a woman appear
ed. She was a w.ortliy helpmeet to
Mr. Spragge: in fact I have seldom
seen
pair.
pretty
the car
you' as
what jjpretty picture you
that gate.
Headaches
Were So Bad
They Her Awake
Headaches seem to be habitual with
jdome people; some are seldom, if ever,
free from them, • suffering continually
from the dull thi'obbings, the intense
pains; sometimes in one part, sometimes
Sn another, and again over the whole
liead.
There is only one way to get relief
fron; those persistent headaches^ and
•that is by going’ direct to the seat of
the trouble, for unless the cause is
removed the headaches will still con-
lluliv VI U U. UlUj -LUI LIJIIxaOO Wlv
removed the headaches will still
tinue to exist,"and the fact that
Steeps the stomach, liver and bowels
lonrtd Up is proof enough to "show that
St will eliminate the cause of the head'
.•aches.
Mrs. A. M. Arsenault, Now Aberdeen,
NJ3., writes;—-"For a period I had
.hCen troubled with headaches and they
wero so bad they Hpt. me awake at
.Might t was advised by & friend, after
paving used hyiny different kinds of
snediciim, io try‘Bur(|ock Blood Bitters.
After taking tliree bottles I was com-
pletcly relieved, art j can recommend it
SO bo a perfect .medicine.M
Rut up only by The T. Milburn Co.,
JLtcL, Toronto, Ont.
a more forbidding looking
Tall and gaunt, with a thin
saturine face and bony hands, she
looked an even more unpleasant cus
tomer than her husband. He was a
powerful, foul-tempered brute: she
looked the personification of evil.
“What has’ happened?” she asked
harshly.
“Mrs. Spragge-, l assume?” re
marked Hugh politely. “I regret to
state that your husband's jaw has
encountered a hard substance, which
has temporarily rendered him un
conscious. So, my friend and I. at
great personal inconvenience, have
brought him to the dear old home
stead. Shall we bring him in?”
/Spragge was already beginning to
stir uneasily, so there was no time to
be lost if we were to get inside
house.
' “I don’t understand,” she said
grily. “What has happened to
fool?”
“Far be it from me, madam,” mur
mured Hugh, “to cavil at the excel
lent description -of your spouse. But
he will doubtless tell you all about
it when ho is his "own bright self
again.”
We had slung him out of the car
and laid him on the grass, and as
Hugh spoke I suddenly became aware
of a noise' that rose and fell regu
larly. I came from the inside of the
house, and at that moment, Hugh,
evidently heard it too. He grinned
faintly, and looked at the woman.
“How nice it is to have a little
peaceful nap in the afternoon,” he
murmured. “But you should never
take in a lodger that snores, iMrs.
Spragge.”
“Get out of this,” came a thick
voice from behind us. Spragge, who
had come to, had raised himself on
his elbow, and was glaring vindic
tively.
“Splendid,” cried Hugh. “Our own
bright boy again, A little arnica ap
plied by mother, and the face will be
as good as new. But tell me, who
is the human fog-holm within?”
“Look have, mister,” cried the wo-*
the
I’m
we
have established is that the Spragge,s
are a very unsavoury pair and that
they have a man who snores staying
in the house. But whether the man
who snores is the red and blue light
merchant, or whether it is any of
them, Heaven only knows,
far as I can see there is only
to find out.”
“Which is?” I asked,
* “To go there by night,”
swered. “That's when the
is likely to occur. And I’ve somehow
or other got a hunch that our musi
cal sleeper is going to turn opt to
be very much in the picture. Let’s
go back to the house now, so that
you can dump your kit.: then, we’ll
have dinner at the Dolphin in Rye,
and do a bit of night work after.
Jove! Peter, I’^n beginning to feel
quite young again.”
“You’ll be younger before you’ve
finished,” I said resignedly. “They
tell me a few months in prison is a
' wonderful rejuvenator.”
But he grinned; in an affair of
this sort he was beyond hope.
“Prison be blowed, old boy. We
may be a pair of thugs, but we are
young men from the Christian Assoc
iation compared to this comic bunch.
Besides, we cart always retire from
.the -contest if we want to.”
At that it was my turn to grin: a
lion can retire from its kill if it
wants to. At" any rate time would
show: up to date beyond putting Mr.
Spragge to sleep we were blameless.
The Bentley swung to the left as
we came to Rye, and we took the cir
cular road around the hill on which
the town is built.
Peter,
halfway round,
A famed resort
old days, and
good pub now.
road to Hastings, but we go straight
on up to the higher ground.”
We crossed the railway line, and
another three miles brought us to
Hugh’s house,' where I dropped my
baggage. As he said, the. view from
the1 Marsh was wonderful: it 'lay
spread out in front of us like an ae
roplane photograph.
“If you look through the telescope,
Peter,” he remarked, “you’ll see it is
focussed on Spragge’s Farm.”
I adjusted the eyepiece and
that I could make out every
of the house. Almost could
the handle on the front door :
werful was the instrument,
though I kept my eye' glued to it
for fully five minutes I saw no sign
■ol’ life.. The place was deserted:
presumably Mr. Spragge was dealing
with the arnica, and the mysterious
sleeper still snored.
“When you’re ready, Peter,” he
said, after he had had a look at him
self, “we might stroll along past my
friend Granger’s place. I’d like
you to cast an
tions.”
I was ready,
took the road,
walk brought us to our destination,
and assuredly Hugh had not exag
gerated when he called it a prison.
The wall was about ten feet high,
and constituted >a fairly formidable
obstacle in itself. But what made
it practically impassable was the ar
rangement of steel spikes on the top.
They faced in all directions: and
one was about two feet long. There
was no gap anywhere: they contin
ued over the massive wooden gates
that formed the entrance. And by
standing away from the wall I could
see the top story of the house inside:
every window was guarded with iron
bars as Hugh had said. ‘ ■
“The gentleman certainly seems to
resent intrusion,” i remarked, and
even as I spoke a small two-seater
went past us and stopped outside
the gates. A young man was driv
ing it, and by his side was an ex
tremely pretty girl. For a time
they sat in the car looking somewhat
dubiously at the prospect confront
ing them: then they both turned
around and looked at us. And af
ter a moment or two the man got
out and came over to us.
Ho was a cheerful looking young
ster with a snub n'ose and freckles,
and when he spoke he had a
ly charming smile,
“Excuse me,”
either of you Mr,
“Not guilty,”
“The gentleman you’re after
side the fortifications.”
“I say,” he went on a bit awk
wardly, “you’ll understand I don’t
want to be rude, of any tripe of that
sort, but what kind of a bird is he?”
“Why do you ask?” said Hugh,
“Well—er—-the lady with me has
taken on a secretarial job with Mr.
Granger, And dash it all, this bally
place looksTike an inebriates* home,’
“It’s hot that.,as far as I know,”!
And as
one way
he an-
activity
‘Up that cobbled road to the right,
” said Hugh when we had gone
“is the Dolphin Inn.
for smugglers in the
an extraordinarily
On your left is the
found
detail
I see
so po-
. But
eye
and
A short ten minutes’
so we once more
he said,
Granger?
remarked
perfec
but
Hu
is
1;
;li
ill'
said Hugh. “But frankly I would
not call it the sort of household that
I'd like a girl I knew to go to.”
“You hear that, Pat,' he sang
out. “This gentleman thinks the
show is a dud.”
The girl got out of the car and
came and joined us, Though usual
ly of the unobservant nature, I no
ticed that there was a ring on her
engagement fihger, and with the ac
umen of Sherlock Holmes I arrived
at what turned out to be the correct
solution.
“Can’t help that, Freckles,” she
said calmly. “Dud or no dud, I’ve
had fifty of the best out of the old
bean and that’s that.”
“You could send the money back,”
he said doubtfully.
“Easily, little briglitteyes,” she
laughed, “If I had it to send. Un?
fortunately all that remains is
twelve shillings and foprpence half
penny.”
“That's a bit of a snag,” he ad
mitted. “But look hear, Pat, I don't
like the smell of this place at all.”
“Nor do I,” she agreed frankly,
“But what can I do?”
“Can you tell me anything about
this gentleman, sir?”
He turned again to Hugh with a
worried look on his face.
“Practically nothing, I’m afraid,”
said Hugh, “He came here some
years ago, and had all these affairs
.erected around the house. He calls
nowhere and sees no one, and the
only other occupants of the house are
a man and' his wife.”
“There is a woman there then.
That’s good.”
The youngster looked vaguely re
lieved.
“But may I ask exactly how you
came to hear of this
Hugh.,to the girl.
“Quite easily,” she
had ray name dow.n at
London for secretarial
days ago I went to find if anything
job?” said
smiled. “I
a bureau in
work. Ten
was doing, and lhe woman who runs
it offered me this. It might have
been anybody else, only I happened
to be the first. And the terms were
.so good that I‘jumped at it. Five
pounds a week,and fifty on account.”
“Ten days ago,” said Hugh
thoughtfully, glancing at me, and it
was clear what he was thinking. If
this girl had only heard of it then
the offer must have been made be
fore the appearance of the lights on
th Marsh.
“Have you any idea what your
work is to be?” went on Hugh.
“Not ,the slightest,” she answered.
“Presumably an ordinary secretarial
job.”
lOnce again Hugh glanced at me:
then he lit a cigarette.
“Well, as I told this gentleman,”
he remarked, “it’s not the sort of
house I’d choose for a rest cure. But
I may be wrong: I never been inside
myself. Only there is one ’ thing
you ought to know.”
’ And then briefly he told her about
the mysterious signals that came
from Spragge’s Farm. She listened
in silence, but the result was a fore
gone conclusion. Her mind was
made up, though Freckles did his
best to dissuade her.
• “Can’t you possibly chuck it, Pat?’
he said earnestly.
“How can I, you mut?” laughed
the girl. “I tell you I've spent the
fifty quid.”
“And I’m overdrawn,” he mutter
ed. “Hell.”
“Look here,” began Hugh and I
simultaneously. t '
The girl gave us both a delicious
smile.
“Sweet of both of you,” she said.
“I know just what you were going
to say. But I couldn't dream of it.
After all this
I shall
worry.”
“But
youth,
what sort of a house it was.”
“Go press the bell, my pet,
said firmly,
the shore,
stand
He
as he
spoke.
“Look here, Miss—?”
“Verney,” said the girl, *
“Mine is Drummond: and this is
Peter Darrell. What I was going to
say was this. My house is the next
one to this—about half a mile away
towards Rye, Now everything may be
quite O. K., but in case—-only in
case, mind you-
you to know that we’re near
hand. So
make it a
tween two
course it’s
you’ll be able to take a walk: in fact,
if I were you I’d insist ont it. Then
if anything crops up you can come
and tell us, But if by any chance
he keeps you inside or makes you
stop in the garden, and you want to
get at us, just write a note, put it in
an envelope with half a brick inside
and bung it over the wall. You can
spot the place—close by the gate, and we’ll be here to get it.” I
“Thanks most awfully,” said the |
girl gratefully, “though ’I’m
sure it won’t be necessary,
goodness, what an awful
man!”
The
denly
it was
as the
certainly not a prepossessing sight as
his narrow eyes took u>s in in turn,
and the girl's exclamation was very
natural. Suspicion was in every line
of his face, and it was not until he
Hugh that his expression clear-
be all
old bird can’t eat
right Tom; don’t
I do
“So would anybody who
worry/’ answered
me.
you
the
saw
she
’•It’s little Patricia for
Go on, yon ass: we can’t
here in the road all day.”
went over reluctantly and did
was told, and suddenly Hugh
(4C8)
Nine competitions, including”
men's and women’s handicap
events, men’s and women's team
matches and mixed foursomes will
feature ihe programme of the’ sec
ond annual Empress midwinter
golf tournament to be played over
the Colwood course at Victoria,
February 17-22. The E. w. Beatty
trophy is the chief award for the
men's and women's handicap com*
petitions.
saw
ed.
but in case-
•it isn’t, it will help
at
one or other of us will
point of being here be-
and three each day. Of
quite on the cards that
Miss Connie Wilson, champiop.
fancy skater of North America and
Great Britain, will take a star part
ip the Ice Pageant of the Frontenac
Winter Sports Club to be staged at
Quebec February 12-13. She will
be supported by the best talent of
Quebec and a group of stars from
Toronto, including the champion
ship four of the Toronto Skating
Club. Ottawa will be represented
by the Minto Skating Club and 24
lady skaters from Toronto will per
form in the ’'Danse Moderne” num
ber.
quite
Oh! my
looking
peephole in the gate had sud-
opened, and staring through
the man who I placed at once
pugilistic servant. He was
The greatest fireworks display of
the year, the “Fejte de Nuit” exhibi
tion at Quebec, recently, one of the
features of the Winter Sports sea
son which lasts until March, con
sisted of a sham attack, by hun
dreds of snowshoers bearing
torches, upon the garrison of the
citadel. The heavy explosions of
Roman candles, bombs and rockets
began the attack, which culminated
when the besiegers were driven,
back by the garrison, who sent vol
ley after volley of blanks crashing
into the nighty When the bugles
sounded the “Cease Fire”, the show
was generally voted one of the fin
est in years.
(To be continued.)
Mr. Will Dobbs, of Centralia, has
rented the farm of Mr. iS. Haskett,
on the 4tli of Biddulph—Lucan News
The outstanding contributions
that the Canadian Pacific Railway
has made to the life of the Domin
ion in an industrial and cultural
way were emphasized by E. W.
Beatty, chairman and president of
the road, at a recent address before
the Canadian Industrial Traffic
League at Montreal recently. His
company, he saidj had in the past
five years, spent over $249,000,OOP
on capital account alone and dur-
. ing the same period had built over
1,000 miles of branch lines. 1929
with its decrease in earnings, he
regarded as an exceptional yea,?
not likely to be repeated in subse
quent years.
A Bad Cold
Finally Ended In
Bronchitis
Mr. Albert Schultz, Kelvington, Sask.,
writes:—"For several weeks I had a
very bad cold, and finally,’it ended in
bronchitis.
"I had been trying all kinds of
medicine, but none of it seemed to do
mo any good.
"Finally I saw where
Dr. Wood's
Norway
Pine
Syrup
A considerable increase in grain
shipments from Saint John has al
ready been established since the
new year, over the entire month of
December, 1929, General Superin
tendent J. Woodman, of the Cana
dian Pacific Railway, states. Bush
els of grain for December export
from Saint John totaled 508,357;
from January 1 to January 17, total
was 651,438.
was advertised as
chitis, so I got a
had taken it I started to- improve, and
by the time I had finished/the second
one I was entirely free of my trouble. ’ ’
Price, 35 cents a bottle; large family
size 60 cents," at all druggists or dealers.
Put up only by The T. Milburn Co.,
Ltd.. Toronto. Ont.
a relief for bron-
bottle and after I
The second annual Sea Music
Festival of the Pacific Coast passed*,
into history January 19, when onceft
again capacity houses greeted the
final offerings. Outstanding among
the features were the two ballad
operas, "The Order of Good Cheer”,
incorporating French-Canadian sea
chanteys of the 16th century, and
"Bound for the Rio Grande”, a rol
licking sea-song playlet by Captain.
Frederick Wallace. Each of these
was repeated by request on three
successive days.
The 16th annual winter carnival
with the first official Western Can
ada Ski tournament will be held at,
Revelstoke, February 4-5. World
records have been made on the ski
hill at Revelstoke, and leading ski
jumpers of the continent will at
tend the carnival. ■
PREMIER’S DAUGHTER CHRISTENS NEW SHIP o
Ten thousand people witnessed
the launching of the C.N.S.
Prince Henry, new vessel of the
Canadian National Steamships, at
the yards of Caminell Laird and
Co.> at Birkenhead, England, when
ihisfr magnificent, new ship was
christened by Miss Ishbel Mac
Donald, daughter Of lit, Hon. J.
Ramsay MacDonald, Prime Minister
of Great Britain. Miss MacDonald,
who has travelled over the route
between Vancouver and Prince Ru
pert, over which the Prince Henry
will sail after her delivery to Can
ada, was enthusiastic as to the
beauties of this Inside Passage and
said she hoped soon to renew the
pleasures of that trip; t F. A.
Pauline, Agent General of British
Columbia, congratulated the build
ers and also the Canadian National
Steamships on their enterprise in
having this splendid vessel added
to their fleet, while C. J. Smith,
European Vice-President of the
Canadian National System explain
ed the work which the Prince
Henry and two other new steam
ships, soon to bo launched, will
perform on the Pacific Coast. Pho
tographs show (left) Miss Mac
Donald with R.S. Johnson, Manag
ing Director of Cammell Laird and
Cd., descending 'the gangway after
the launching and (right) Miss
MacDonald breaking the bottle of
champagne on the ship’s prow as
she gave the vessel its name.