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vious, That it had been Granger
who was in this mind when lie had
paused in his task and shaken his
great fists in the air I was sure.
But beyond that there was still
much that was obscure. We had
learned something of vital import
ance it was true, but the one ray of
light we possessed only seemed to
make the surrounding darkness more
impenetrable.
Was this brute sitting in the out
house the’man we had heard snor
ing1? Was he the man who had
flashed the red and blue warning to
the house on the hill? Whose was
that other shadowy form that
had seen cross the light through
door? And most curious of
What was the connection if any
tween this animal man and the Van
dalia?- Where they working in con
junction, or was the maker of rope
ladders a lone hand?
That liis object ’was to get at
Granger was, as I have said clear.
And as Hugh said, if Granger knew
that this specimen was after him his
precautions were comprehensible.
But was it only his life they webe
after, or was there something con
cealed in Temple Tower that they
wanted as well?
“I give it up,” said Hugh at.
length.. “We don’t know enough
yet to say. But our evening has
not been wasted: we’ve got another
player taped all right. And as I
don’t think we can do more, I sug-
warning and punishment for what
you have done up to date; next
time, if you should be so ill-advised
as to jet there be a next time, you
will bo hurt.”
“Js that so?” said Hugh softly,
and then he began to laugh, “Stung,
you fellows, stung good and proper*
We’re either here for the night or
we’ye got to walk.”
“What’s happened?” demanded
Freckles.
“Our friendly correspondent
said Hugh
and fed the harking on
in the direc- .
front door.J &purhlng plugs.
we
the
all,
be-
to hit Hugh
That night
to Spragge's
very disrept-
man in the
gMjnpse of a man silhouetted In the
light not twenty yards away of the
beast-faced , ladder maker staring
out above our heads, and then the
light went -out. He too, had seen
the man, and with a grunting cry he
hurled himself through the /open
window and crashed past us so close
that we could almost have touched
him. For u while we heard him
blundering round in the darkness,
searching for the other watcher. The
instant he had jumped past us Hugh, I
fearing that Spragge might* join in' lad
the search, had risen
way round the house
tion away from the
Which was just what did happen, • ficulty in ruijnin,
and for some ten minutes, hidden
behind a small tool shed we listen
ed to the two men as they searched.
But it was useless—the mysterious
unknown had disappeared complete
ly—and at length gave it up and re
turned to the house.
“Couldn’t find a elephant on a
night like this, let alone a man,”
came Spragge's growling voice. “It’s
your damned fault anyway, playing
with those fool lights.”
“My friend,” said the other,
man was there anyway. The
merely discovered him.”
“Probably® that swine' who
afternoon,” said Spragge,
their voices died away As
round the corner of the
“the
light
was
my
em-
has
tho
dif*
without spark-
in addition to
a literary career
amused, himself by removing all
And ears have
8
THE STORY SO FAB
Hugh Drummond and peter Darrell
have become interested in Drum
mond’s nearest neighbor Mr, Gran
ger/ who lives at Temple Tower
which is strongly fortified. A
roomer is staying at Spragge’s
Farm on Romney IMarsh, who is
‘connected in some way with
Granger’s Temple Tower. Miss
Verney has accepted a position as
/private secretary to Granger and
■SR^iier finances is staying with Hugh.
They all go t'o the Dolphin Inn at
Rye and therq-.jneet Hugh’s friend
Sir John Jamieson whose father,
formerly owned Temple Tower at
•one time a convent, Sir John tells
Hugh about an underground pas
sage to the house. ■ When'Hugh is
standing on the doorstep of the
Inn isomeone ‘ knocks a chimney-
. -pot down supposed
but misses its mark.
they decided to go
Farm. They seen a
Able character of a
workshop making a rope ladder.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY '
“lyell, young fellow,” he said at
length, “I fear that his present mis
sion in life is fairly obvious. When
you see a man making a rope lad
der it is safe to assume he wants- to
Climb something. And when you
further see a big canvas sack at one
end of the rope ladder, it is not
difficult to .spot what it is he wants g6St home and hitting the hay. The
io climb. That sack will just lie only thing I wish is that we could
nicely between the .spikes on Gran-I spot that other bloke, but is is hope-
ger’s wall, and will anchor the top
of the ladder into the bargain. And
when he gets to the top he can sit
on the sack, throw the ladder down
the inside of the wall, and there you
are.”
ilYou mean to ;say,” stammered
Freckles, “that that beast, that
damned murderous swine, is going
to get into Temple Tower? With
pat there?A Not on your life, Druni-
anond. If you won't go for liim now,
by God, I will!”
He had scrambled to his feet, and
I could hear
breathing.
“Sit down
Hugh curtly.
him now,Rand
hand. Sit down, jrvuu^ovci, ”«^ent on kindly. ' “I guess it is a bit would have jt tlie window was open-
of a shock to you, but \Ve’ve got to 1 and as we crept along the side of
his quick agitated
and shut up,” fiaid
“I am not going for
h'd’d eat you with one •
youngster,” J
less on a night like this.”
But we were destined to have one
more glimpse of him. Even as we
rose the. door of the .barn opened,
and the ladder maker stood framed
in the light. We had only seen him
sitting before; standing up he seem
ed more horrible than ever. He was
a short man, but his arms were ab
normally long, aud he looked for
all the world like a huge misshapen
ape. Then he turned back, blew
out the lights, and as lie did so we
crept nearer the house. It was just
possible we might learn something
and the night was yet young.
He opened the door and went in,
and shortly afterwards a light shone
Firw! through tlie curtains of one of the
he i rooms facing the road. As luck
do a bit of thinking. No good has
ever come yet of barging in like a
hull in a china shop, and whatever
3iiay be that beauty’s intentions in
the future, he’s perfectly safe where
he is at present.”
CHAPTER IV
the Necessity for Sparking
Plugs is Proved
for the next quarter of an
sat there discussing the
whispers. The feeling of
In Which
And .so
ihour we
filing in
jncangrulty, almost of the ridiculous
3n three grown men prowling about
Romney Marsh at niglit, which I at
any rate had experienced, even if
•only slightly, had disappared: we
were face to face reality, ‘and pretty
grim at that. ’ .
That this horrible, bestial indiv
idual was preparing to get, into
•Temple Tower was obvious. And that
his reason for doing so was not to
pay a polite call was equally ob-
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the house we heard voices.
“It is cursed foolishness, I tell
you,”
voice.
and it is bound to attract attention?
“I agree with Spragge,” It was
Mrs. Spragge speaking. “Those two
men this afternoon—what were they
doing
out?”
And
shock
that answered them was soft
musical. It was as if one had
denly discovered some priceless
of beauty in a filthy pigsty,
first, in fact, I .could hardly believe
that it was the bestial monstrosity
speaking.
“Mes amis,” he said gently, “it i«
for the last time. My ladder is
nearly finished; soon, very soon the
moment will come. It matters not
to me what these two Englishman
suspect: maybe it is just idle curios-.
f'ity on their part. It is no offence
against your laws to flash a red light
and then a blue across the Marsh.
There is- nothing here which all the
world may not see. But those lights
—they are seen by him. And he
knows tvhat they mean. And his
soul is sick with terror 'because he
knows that death is near. Moreover
he knows”—and now the voice grew,
if anything, more
—“that that death
Not for him the
shatters tlie brain,
lingering agony-
came in Spragge’s snarling
“You’ve done it twice now,
except trying to find tilings
then I, at any rate, got the
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will not be quick,
swift bullet that
But a death of
■a death that makes
him welcome death as a lover wel
comes his mistress. My arms will
be about him, and when I have torn
him limb from limb my hands will
squeeze the last fleeting breath
from his body. Ah! yes—he knows.
Once more shall he see the lights,
to remind him that I am still here.
And then we will go to bed.”
“You talk too much,” grumbled
Spragge. “And don’t you forget,
Mister, what you promised us after
it was all over.”
“I shall not forget,” said the other
Contemptuously. “Now turn out
he light.”
Came a sudden darkness, and We
‘tilers oil it
'men said blusteringly, had the voice
’'ecn what ono would have expected
”*’om such a being, half the effect
would havo been lost. But those
soft, melodious, gentle words carried
‘"'■’th them an icy thrill, impossible
set down on paper.
'""•er might have been
•"iine in the past, I felt sorry for
' ‘m if this inan over got hold of
And What-
Granger’s
’d4enly there came a sharp
"Oise, and a btight red
out. And then things
"”^kly. I had a
hiss
light
hap*
brief
here this
and then
they got
house.
The front door shut with a bang,
and still we stayed on. Was any
thing further going to occur?
Would the ladder maker still insist
on flashing his signal across the
Marsh, or would he follow Spragge's
advice and give it up?
it was to be the latter,
after a light appeared in
upper windows. Then
went out, -and the house
darkness. The charming
retired for the night.
“Come on,” said Hugh,
we’ve seen all we are
night. ■
We skirted along by
until wo reached the
though it seemed ■ to me that
need for precaution had gone, I
ticed that .Hugh still moved with
utmost caution. And it wasn't
til we had put a good half mile
tween us and the farm that he
laxed his vigilance.
“There is an air of efficiency
about this bunch,” he remarked,
“that behooves us to be careful.
Spragge and his spouse are neglig
ible: even the handsome bloke mak
ing ladders seems to have his in
tentions cut and dried. But it is
the others.”
“Do you think there were more
than one there to-night?” I said.
“Ask me another,” he answered.
“There may have been half a dozen
for all I know. On the other hand,
the man who showed up in the light,
and the man who crossed the out
house door may be one and the same
person. But one thing is cleared
up anyway: he and that horrible
brute are not working in collusion.”
“It is possible,” said Freckles,
“that lie is a detective who is after
the other swine.”
“As you -say, young fellow, it is
possible,” agreed Hugh. “The
trouble is that there are the hell of
a lot of things that seem to me to
be possible. But one thing is quite
definitely certain. We’ve got to get
that girl of yours out of Temple
Tower in the near future. She’s
not in any danger to-night—so there
is no need to worry at the moment.
But in view of the prospective call
er, I think she'll have to have a tele
gram recalling her to London.”
“I-'ve meveh thought of such a
specimen,” said Freckles. “He made
one positively sick to look at.”
“You noticed liis slight acceut,
Peter,” said Hugh. “And the way
he - started, .Mos .ainis. . The whole
darned- bunch are foreigners.”
“What I principally noticed was
his voice,” I said. “A voice like
that from such a man is the most as
tounding thing I’ve ever known.”
We walked on briskly. Now that
the thing was over for the night the
thought of bed was becoming in
creasingly attractive, especially as
our long spell without movement at
the farm had made us all a bit chilly.
The motor-boat loomed up as a wel
come halfway mark, and shortly af
ter we left the dyke and struck off
right-handed.
“Sometime,” said Hugh, “when
we’ve got a spare moment, we might
follow that dyke down to the sea.
Though it seems- pretty obvious that
it must be clear. -Also7 we might
make a few discreet inquiries con
cerning the boat itself.”
At last the car hove in sight, and
with a sigh of relief young Freckles
fell into the back seat.
“Thank the Lord no one has
pinched that,” he remarked sleepily.
“Every garment I possess is' full of1
sand, anti-—Good Lord! woh’t she
start?” •
/Most emphatically she wouldn’t
start; moreover the engine, when
Hugh pressed the self-starter, was
making the most peculiar noise.
“What
he said
tampered
He got
net; then
hftd flashed an electric torch on to
the engine, and by Its light, propped
up Inside, 1 saw a piece of paper.
“This is ho business of yours,
Captain Drummond,” he read out
slowly. “There ate quite enough
people engaged in it ali'eady without
yqu butting in. This is only a ■small
Apparently
for. shortly
one of tlie
that, too,
was in
trio had
“I think
likely to to-
the footpath
.dyke, and
the
no-
the
un-
bc-
re-
the devil has happened?”
grimly. “Has she been
with?”
down and opened the bon-
he gave a low whistle. He
plugs.”
'Haven’t you got any spare ones?’
1'‘asked.
“One—possibly two. But not six.
Danin it—I’m not a walking garage,’
“Where is the nearest garage?”
cried Freckles.
Rye,” said Hugh laconically. ‘And
even if we .got there the chances of
waking them up are remote,”
We looked at one another blank
ly—the significance of this new de
velopment was overshadowed for the
moment by the physical annoyance
of the tiling, Wo were all tired,
and here we were, four or five miles
from anywhere, planted with -an im
movable motor-car.
“Well, there’s only one tiling to
be done,” said Hugh at length. ‘One
of us must go to Rye and throw
bricks at the first garage until some
one does appear on tlie scene. Let's
toss: odd man out goes.”
“It would be 1110," said Freckles
resignedly, as we looked at tlie coins.
“Well, chaps, when my, bootless
body is found dead in a ditch, tell
Mother that it wasn’t the
alcohol.”
We watched him go off
road, and Hugh .grinned.
“A good youngster,”
very good.”
And- then he grew thoughtful
again, studying the paper lie held in
his hand. Tlie words were printed
in block capitals, so there was no
hand-writing clue io be obtained.
The message was in pencil, evident
ly done 011 tlie spot, as the paper
had been torn out of a notebook.
“Can you remember, Peter,” he
said at length, “whether we men
tioned the fact that -we were coming
to
we
we
my
two occasions could we have been
overjieard.”
I cast my mind back.
“I think we did,” I answered. “I
think it was mentioned when we
were in that small room looking at
that old map. But there were only
the three of us there at the time.”
“We might have been heard from
the hall.” he remarked.
“As far as I remember only the
parson and
men were in
is tliei great
“Nothing
“But what
wondering was whether
pure fluke that this car
here by whoever wrote
sago? Or did tlie other
we were coming?”
I saw the point, but I could no
more supply the answer than lie
could. As far as we know we had
effect of
down the
he said.
Spragge’s Faiun to-night when
were in the Dolphin? I know
talked about it at dinner, and at
house, but on neither of those
those two elderly wo-
tlie liajl. .Anyway what
idea?”
much,” he admitted.
I was wondering was
it was a
w.as found
that mes-
side know
not been overheard, but only as far
as wo knew.
“It's becoming increasingly ob
vious,” he went on, “that a consid
erable number of people are involv
ed in this, That man we
houetted in the light was
Vandali nor the chauffeur,
fact I’m perfectly certain,
too tall for the first, and too slight
for the second, Further, I don’t
think that it can have been he who
wrote this note, unless by some ex
traordinary chance he was actually
lying in these sandhills when we ar-
rived, Even then it takfey time to
remove six splark plugs, and write
a note. Yet he was at Spragge's
Farm before us.”
''Incidentally, how did
your name, I said.
“That’s easy,” lie remarked, “ft’s
written on a plate on the instrument
board, even if lie didn’t know it be-
for<p But if my suspicions are
right lie did now it before, just as
lie knew our plans before. The key
to this mystery, peter, or at any rate
one of them, lies in the Dolphin
Inn. That little episode of the
chimney-pot is all part and parcel of
It-"
“But look here,” I objected, “if
that’s the case: if they knew we
were coming here why did that car
go along the other road? Of course,
It’s possible that it wasn’t their car
at all, bur some people who had
taken the wrong road.”
“And another thing is possible,
too,” he said quietly. “That it was
their car, and when they drew blank
on the main road they knew we
must have gone along this one.”
“But that disposes of your own
theory that they knew our plans,” I
cried.
“Does it?” he said, “I don’t
agree. They knew part of our plan
but not all bf it. They knew we
were coming to Spragge's Farm, but
they did not know we were coming
by the sea route.”
saw sib
neither
-Of that
He was
he know
(To bo continued.)
MRS. FOWLIE DIES
12 YEARS TROUBLE
YIELDS TO SARGON
ious attacks had pulled me down to
“For 12 years, indigestion and bil-
where I was losing time from work
nearly every week. I was always
waking up in the night
would feel
B. W. AV ALL A
smothering feeling an
d when I got u<in the morn-
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read how tSFis new .Sar.gon
und correct^?1 stomach trouble
ting the Reworking right and
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ite p
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Sarg
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'My
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Mrs. Fowlie, of Bayfield, passed
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weeks. Tlie deceased, whose maid
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Ethel at home. Although afflicted
with deafness, she was always cheer
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