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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1933-06-29, Page 61 THURSDAY, JUNE 20, IOS3 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE / Hill II SYNOPSIS i min . i | sure of it. But why the dickens down for Mary couldn’t tell me herself is aside his the Pulb the usual BY SAPPER Tiny Carteret was a free easy going young man extremely popular with both men and women and and with his income of five thous­ and a year enabled him to live in an up-todate apartment in the city of London. He received a letter one morning from a friend, Ron­ ald Standish, which bore a post mark Grand Hotel, at Territet, on the Lake of Geneva. Standish appealed to him to meet him at once as he needed someone who had steady nerve, could use a re­ volver and could use their fists if necessary. Gillson from rhe Home Office calls Tiny and he goes there before leaving. Here he is instructed by Gillson to appear at a certain restaurant in Paris and after receiving instructions there to proceed to Switzerland. Just as Tiny was about to leave word came that Jebson, a mem­ ber of the force had been mur­ dered, he being the fourth officer to be done away with in the same ' manner. Dexter came in and des­ cribed the facts. Tiny finds that his friend Lady Mary is connected with the case. Lady Mary and Felton gether. gets no terview lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll “And what makes you think that?” sent a man called Carteret, a great friend of Lady Marys to pump her this afternoon, her out of her life—espec- “He who is round Scared ially over the murder of the waiter. I’ve just been round to see him and the last thing he said was that he was going for a walking tour in Bessonia, and was starting to-mor­ row." “What sort of a man is he?” “A great big fellow, ternational..” “Size matters but Zavier gently, “should stry to re move him. I to his intelligence.” “Not very high, I should think.” half fascinated at “You’ll fail, you Zavier. Last night A Rugby ln- little,” said it be neces- alluded more losses count,” re- Blake are working Tiny calls on Mary satisfaction from the CHAPTER III to- but in- my not “There are secrets of mine, dear Blake, that even you do know. And one of them concerns the private room so prettily dec­ orated with mauve orchids last night. A delightful girl, Blake—de­ lightful. But what a rool you are! Even should she be insane enough to marry you, do you really think He was staring the other man. know, one day, was the fifth.” “One almost Zavier. “And as' to failure, the only being who never the one man who never tries come back to this man Car- Exeter ©impfi-Aftunrate Established 1873 and 1887 what beats me. “Mr. Blake for her,” said pause. “That’s one man’s favor anyway. H is doing all the Countess he can after a Published every Thursday morning at Exeter, Ontario point in the SUBSCRIPTION—•? 2.00 per year In advance. >RATES—Farm or Real Estate to» Bale 60c. each insertion for first four insertions, 25c. each subse­ quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar­ ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, or Found 10c, per line of six word*. Reading notices Card of Thanks vertising 12 and Memoriam, with extra verses 25c, ran "have I am sit- two chairsIII I ill IIII ill IIIIIIIIIIIIHIIII illlllllillllllllili. his daily allowance of ten was as in­ variable as all his habits. “By the way, Blake,” he contin­ ued, “ did you know that Standish is in Switzerland?” “How did you find out?” asked the other quickly. “Various Continental papers have as you know the custom of publish­ ing the names of guests staying at the better hotels. He is staying at the Grand Hotel at rerritet.” “Has it any significance, do you think?” demanded Blake. “My experience of Standish is that anything he does has a, certain significance. So I made a point of staying a week-end at the hotel, where I made one or two inquiries. He seems to be just aimlessly put­ ting through time there, and to put through aimlessly is not a charac­ teristic of Standish. So I at once arrived at the conclusion that he was doing nothing of the sort.” “Good God! do you think he’s found out anything?” “You mean as to where our cosy To be quite frank with possibility had But now, after j what you tell me about Gillson, I Besson- home is? you, Blake, the who the eye her Her and Well it’s quite in keep­ blighter’s character, in want of money, of her pqls who will old flag," my friend,” said his Money isn’t the only 10c. per line, 50 c. Legal *d- 8c. per line. In one verse 50o, each. turned Blake, fails is But to teret. If your description of him is accurate, I don’t think it matters if he takes a walking tour in Bess-j crossed my mind, onia “I “But or not.” didn’t say it did,” said Blake it points to .the son suspects.” “What if he does? pose to do is strictly He rubbed his “Quite legal, in fact.” “Have you any information with regard to dates?” “I was talking to Berendosi three days ago. He thinks in two or possibly three months. By then he calculates that there will be no one in Bessonia who won’t have heard the rumour. And that will time to spring the proof on fact that Gill- What we pro­ constitutional’ hands together. be the them— as the time to should- to think Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association gentle- Though from what I’ve heard of him, I should never have expected him to be so altrustic.” For perhaps half a minute she stared out of the window in silence: then she suddenly turned to him. “Why should you assume that he is being altrustic?” she said slowly. “You mean he’s going to make her pay? ing with the And if Mary is there are stacks rally round the “You’r dense, companion. " method of paying.” For a moment or two Tiny stared at her blankly: then, as her mean­ ing got home chair. “But, good you’re mad. . . . it’s . . cency. You mean —might marry that You’re joking.” “I don’t say she will, Mr. et,” she said gently. “But, any judge of human nature, What he is working for.” “Ah! that’s a different matter.” Tiny sat back relieved. “Jove! but you gave me a shock, Countess. And why should you think that’s his game?” " ! “I’ve seen them together,” she answered. “I’ve seen him looking at her when he thought he was un­ observed, and a score of little things like that.” “The insolent blackguard,” fum­ ed Tiny. “Of course she knows noth­ ing about jt?” “If you mean by that, that he hasn’t said anything to her—quite right. But Mary is very much a woman, my friend.” “You mean, she’s g,uessed he’s up to?” “Is there any woman in the , who doesn’t guess a thing like Lady rpi10Ugh( mind you, she’s said holding out his ■ “but though I I cannot life of me think when and had the pleasure didn’t see much of meeting of me, Mr. with only he half rose from his God It’s . an ” he stuttered, impossible. It's, outrage on de- that Mary might excrescence! "RWIWR I I I • • Professional Cards H I HH H H Hi H H i i i ll GLADMAN & STANBURY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, Ac. Money to Loan, Investments Made Insurance Safe-deposit Vault for use of our Clients without charge EXETER and HENSALL fi < CARLING & MORLEY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, &c LOANS, INVESTMENTS INSURANCE Office: Carling Block, Main Street, EXETER, ONT. At Lucan Monday and Thursday Carter- if I’m that is f fam almost inclined may be there merely on the ian question.” “Then we needn’t worry, point neither he can do anything us. But if he quarters. . .” “He still has marked Zavier, cigarette. “And my dear Blake, difficulties. In fact to without knowing how, impossible as a thing rose to his feet. “Well, tie walk will be good for both of us.” “When do you return, Zavier?” “To-morrow. So possibly I shall travel with your friend Carteret. Yes—I go back to-morrow. There are two or three big deals maturing which I want to get through before the business with Berendosi. And on the Roumanian question I may require you. I think you have a lit­ tle private information concerning two members of their cabinet which should prove useful. Well, good night, and may the course of your young love run smooth. And his faint still echoing -in after the front behind him. On that noT anybody else to interfere with had found head- to get inside,” re­ pressing out his that as you know, presents certain do it safely is as nearly can be/’ He Susan—a Ilt-you would-be happy? The daughter ( Qr what they wm regard ! proof. It will also give him mature his own plans.” His i ers began to shake silently. “What ' about yours, my friend,” he mured. “It strikes me you will to press forward with your making.” i “What do you mean?” demanded that the English | Blake jrritably. i “Just this. What little chance you have of being united in holy matri- , mony to Lady Mary will assuredly J vanish altogether when she finds I you’ve sold her a pup. To put it another way. It is within the bounds of possibility that she might sacri­ fice herself to save her friend; but it is completely ofr me map to think that she would marry you once the revolution has taken place That strikes home, doesn’t it,: I Blake? And so while we are on the i subject, my friend, i will tell you what I really came round here to say. From one or two remarks I heard last night, it seemed to me1 that you are in that condition of cities for the first time the thrill maudlin imbecility with regard to anticipation may suffice to tide over i the girl that one usually associates, those three interminable hours, with a boy of eighteen. And when But for the rest—“on s’ennui.” Tiny was one of the rest. Normal- of a man of your age the situation ly he always flew to France, but on grave. Anything might this occasion he was not his own of a Duke!” “That’s my affair,” said Blake sullenly. “What I want to know is how much you heard.” “It’s just because your waiter happened to find out how I heard that he died. So I fear your curio­ sity will not be gratified. You were saying, however, police know too much. What pre-i cisely did you mean?” “Well—what of it?” remarked the other. “It is not a criminal offence.} Though what obscure idea was atj the bottom of your mind in so doing is beyond me.” “I want to put her under a still greater obligation to me,” explained Blake. “My denseness must be pardoned* said Zavier, “but I confess I do not quite follow.” “Well—if there was a police raid it would be a bit awkward for her.”) “I see. You mean the next time you sup there, there will be a police' raid. A remarkably local police raid staged by Felton Blake, and from) the unfortunate consequences of which she will be saved by Felton Blake.” T‘ ' • - - “My God! what a fool you are! However, if it amuses you that’s all ( becomes that matters. To return to the point happen. You might even, to attain} master. The day started badly with what else do they kno-rf.” I your desire, really do what you have a. brief telephone message from “That man Gillson is wise to the t01(i ker you are gOing to do. In fact that there is something in the;WkiCh case> believe me, Blake, the' wind between Lady Mary and me.”| honeyrnOon WOuld not be of long' mur- have love- I 1 mocking laugh was Blake’s ears, long door nad banged u CHAPTER IV Age cannot wither or customkstale the incredible tedium of the journey from Calais to Paris. It is possible that for those who are about gaze on that <most delectable to of of Prin- Dr. G. S. Atkinson, L.D.S.,D.D.S, DENTAL SURGEON Office, opposite the New Post Office Main St., Exeter Telephones Office 84w Honse 84j Closed Wednesday Afternoons He began to laugh softly. tkat jg Gombined with .the passion I “Somewhat naturally. My dear I don’t want to. be rude but the Lady Marys of English society doj not have supper with people like you because they want to, but be­ cause they have to.” Felton Blake’s face turned a deep red. “Go to hell, Zavier,” he snarled, “I’m sick of your damned sneers.! duration.” dropped to a whisper. “As I said- one almost The unwinking blue eyes were fixed on Felton Blake, who moisten­ ed his lips with his tongue. His voice had almost i loses count.” that really you can’t. Now like a good noy or you’ll train.” she had rung off, and bit left out of Macs formed a me you wondered were. if by same' what world that? noth- Dr. G. F. Rou.lston, L.D.S.,D.D.S. DENTIST Office: Carling Block EXETER, ONT. Closed Wednesday Afternoon tered, “I won’t let you down.” “Somehow or other I don’t .think ( you will,” agreed Zavier with a And here’s one for you. I believe he ghort laugh. suspects the truth.” “So,” said Zavier, -- a inin ^ussiau monkey’s ears, and staring at Blake’ only forand ke surprise at you know quietly. ex- be- my do ing to me about it.” “But you aren’t hinting, are you, there’s a possibility of Mary agree­ ing?” he cried, aghast. And once again she stared out of the window before' she replied. . “Supposing that was the only price he would accept,” she said at length. --“.Surely there is no man living who could be such a swine,” he muttered. “And surety, ne went on slowly, “there is no person living who could ask such a sacrifice of another person.” “I know what you mean,” she answered quietly. ’’And if things I were quite as obvious as they seem i to us, there would be a great deal I of justification in your remark. The . someone whose name we won’t mention has no inkling of that side of . the case. Nor had I till I came over this time.” “Then you must tell that someone Countess,” said Tiny gravely. “At once: the instant you get back.” “Tell her what, my friend? Be­ lieve me, it isn't quite so easy as it appears to you. As I told you, Mary has said nothing to me. All I have to go on is my own intuition. (And supposing Mary laughed the whole idea to scorn. She’s loyal to the core you know, and she loves that some­ one dearly.” “You mean she might deliberately sacrifice herself,” said Tiny, and his voice was low. “Good God! there must be some other way out. Can’t you tell me, Countess, what . the trouble is?, Damn it! 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Then he turned and looked at the writer who smiled as she caught his and indicated the seat opposite own which happened to be free, face was small and piquante, Tiny remembered having caught a glimpse of her on the boat, and wondering vaguely if he didn’t know her. And the worst of it was, he couldn’t place her even now. He rose at once and took the va­ cant seat, “It is incredibly gauche of me to admit it,” he said, remember you perfectly, for the where I you.” “You Carteret,” she answered, the faintest of foreign accents. “You and Mr. Denver made the four with Lady Mary and—you know who.” Tiny leaned back in his chair: now he had got the whole thing. “Of course,” he cried “How infer­ nally stupid of me not to remember Countess—that'was who it was. She had been lady-in-waiting or female of the bedchamber—Tiny was a bit vague on the correct nom­ enclature in such matters—to cess Olga when she had been over in England three years ago. He re­ called her perfectly: he’d seen her several times at Claridges with the Princess. And as she justly remark­ ed she had been a things: the others square party. “Lady Mar^y told crossing to-day, so I chance we should go *jy tne service.” “And when did you see Mary,” he asked, cigaTette-case to her, “No, thank you,” she said. “But please smoke yourself. I’ve seen a lot of her during zthe few days I’ve been in London.” ‘ | Tiny looked at her thoughtfully proof seemed to be mounting on proof. | “Should I be rignt in assuming that it was in order to see her that you went to- London?” he remarked. Her face betrayed no his question. “I wonder how much Mr. Carteret,” she said “If what I knew depended on what Mary had told me,” he re­ marked a little bitterly, “it would be mighty little. To ne truthful Countess, I know nothing. But I’ve guessed a good deal, come: won’t you be frank with me. You know I’m to be trusted.” “It’s not a question of that, my dear man,” she answered wearily “Tell me—what have you guessed? From what Mary told me last night you seem to know a good deal about her doings.” “I know,” said Tiny grimly, “that she has been doing the most amazingly injudicious things with a man who is a blackgaurd of the first water.” “He’s not as bad as that surely,” she protested her eyes dilating. “My dear Countess, personally I know nothing about the swine cept what I’ve been told. But, lieve me, there are no flies on informant. You don’t suppose, you, that I even knew Mary had been to the Fifty-Nine with the' blighter. I was told it, and it was the man who told me that, and a lot of other things too, who put me* wise as to Felton Blake’s character.*.else can do. Except this man Blake. ' .......................He is literally our only hope. You see it’s not a question of brawn and muscle, or even of orain. It’s a question of being ii\ touch with ceri tain people, of having certain inside information. And only he possess­ es it. Mon Dieu!” she put her hand to her forehead. “I think I shall go distracted at times. Oiie feels so utterly helpless—like a fly in a spider’s web. And the spider is sit­ ting there, just biding its time.” “Ah! Countess, what a delightful Surprise. I had no idea that you Were on the train.” A thick-set mat with an aquiline nose had paused beside their table. “Nor I, that you were, Signor.*’ (Continued next week) Mary. “My dear,” she had said, 'I adore your letter and I’m not at all sure I don’t adore you. But you can’t do anything, run along miss your At when he tried to get through to her “You needn’t be afraid,” he mut- agajn only har maid had answered. i Then a grim visaged woman using her dressing-case as a battering-ram winded him badly ax Victoria and then glared at him furiously when he invoked Allah in his agony. In fact, everything seemed to have gone wrong. Half-way to Dover had found him already regretting that he had ever left London. It seemed to him that if he went badgering Mary long enough, she wotild be bound to tell him what the trouble Was, and that therefore his place was near her and not flying about Switzerland. That momentary look on Blake’s face the previous night, when he had drawn a bow at a venture and mentioned Bessonih, had confirmed .his opinion That was the root of the whole trouble, and he wished he had taken her with It directly. Then she might He opened his case and extracted pulling^ the( a thjn RUSSian cigarette. It was the j ever smoked, and Health For Young Girls Happiness For Tired Women Thousands of young women become tired out and run down, become thin and pale, and profound weak­ ness makes life a burden, The whole outlook of life is changed when the nervous, sick headaches, the sleeplessness, the spells of dizziness,, of Weakness and discouragement, aha the tired, languid feelings disappear with the use Of Mil­ burn’s Heart and Nerve Pills. They tone up the nerves, enrich the blood, and bring the health back to norriial again. For sale at all drug and general stores; put up only by The T. Milbum Ltd., Toronto, Ont “But, Mr. Carteret, he’s doing all he can for Mary,” Tiny gave a short laugh. “Countess, your look belies You don’t trust the blighter more than I do. If he’s« doing all he can for Mary, he’s also doing it for himself at the same tune. And that’s what I can’t get the hang of—hav­ ing guessed, shall we put it, as much as I have.” He leaned across the table towards her. beating about the acting for sdnieohe Vvon’t mentioh, Isn’t She gave an almost imperceptible nod. “I thought so.” Tiny sat back in his chiair; it was a relief to have absolute confirmation at last, I was you any “Let’s quit this bush. Mary is whose name w'e she?” i MRS. ROBERT GREY There passed away at her home in ^West Williams, Maria Mackey, beldved wife of the late Robert Otejf' in her eighty-third year. Mrs, Gre^.‘ is survived by two sons and twd daughters.