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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1940-03-07, Page 6PAGE SIX THE SEAFORTH NEWS 1.13261001.1219.61111501151.521.2.1.111.10.1., r. You beast!" shretked Silver hys- terically. "You know quite well that if she is taken by the police I have no chance of escaping. rd run away now sf I had the cash. But I haven't. I count on your cousin keeping quiet because of your family name, and you shan't give the show away." "But think," said Garvington, pe` suasively,. `"a whole million." "For you, and only ten thousand for me. Oh. I like that." "Well, I'll make it twenty thous- and!' "No! no." "Thirty thousand." "No! no! no!" "Forty, fifty, sixty, seventy—oh, hang it, you greedy beast! I'll give you one hundred thousand. You'd be rich for life then." "Would I. curse you!" Silver clenched his fists and backed against the wall looking decidedly dangerous. "And risk a lifelong sentence to get the money while you take the lion's share." -You'd only get ten years at most," :argued the visitor, annoyed by what n? considered to be silly objections. "Ten years are tencenturies at my time of life. You shan't denounce ,ie." .".*PARI Garvington roe "Yes. I shall," he :eclared reudered desperate by the tread lest he should lose the mitlinn. "I'm going to Wanbury to -night to tell iii: pector Darby and got 0 warrant. for Miss Greeby's arrest along with yours ss her accomplice." Silver flung himself forward and ripped (i rvington's coat. "You aren't!" 'Yes. I dare. I can't be hurt.. I .idn't murder the Inas and I'm not :going to lose u pile of money for your silly scruples." •'01. my lord. consider." !silver in a lunie dropped nn his knees. "i shall be shut up for years; it will kill m0; it will kill lite! And yon don't know w hat a terrible and clever woman Miss Greeby is. She may deny that I gave her the revolver and I can't prove that I did. Then 1 might be ac - used of the erim0 and hanged. Hanged!" cried the poor wretch (11is- - rably. "Oh. you'll never give me away, my lord. will you." -Confound you, don't I risk my re- putation to get the money." raged Garvington, shaking off the trembling arms which were round his knees. "The truth of the letter will have to come out, and then I'm dished so far as society is concerned. I wouldn't do it --tell that is—but that the stakes are so large, One million is waiting to be picked up and I'm going to pick it up." "No! nn! no! no!" Silver grovelled On the floor and embraced Carving - ton's feet. But the more bewailed the more insulting and determined did the visitor become. Like all tyrants and bullies Garvington gained strength and courage from the in- creased feebleness of his victim. "Don't give me up." wept the secret- ary. nearly beside himself with terror; "don't give the up." "Oh, damn you, get out of the way" said Garvington, and made for the door. "I go straight to Wanbury," which statement was a Ile, as he first intended to see Mother Cockleshell at the camp and make certain that the reward was safe. But Silver believed him and was goaded to frenzy, "You shan't go!" he screamed, leaping to his feet, and before Garv- ington knew where he was the sec- retary had the heavy poker in his grasp. The little fat lord gave a cry of terror and dodged the first blow which merely fell on his shoulder. But the second alighted on his head and with a Hanan he dropped to the ground. Silver flung away the poker. "Are you dead? are you dead?" he gasped kneeling beside Garvington, and placed his band on the senseless man's heart. It still beat feebly. so he arose with 0 sigh of relief. ".He's only stunned," paned Silver, and stag. gored unsteadily to the table to seize a glass of brandy. "I'll, ah—ah---ah!" 110 sllreiked and dropped the tumbler as a loud and eontinnous knocking CRAW to the front door. Naturally in his state of panic he believed that the police had actually arrived. and ]sere he hail struck down Lord Garvington. Even though the lit- tle man was not dead, Silver knew that the assault would add 10 his punishment. although he Wright have concluded that the lesser crime was swallowed up in the greater, But 114' was tun terrified to think of doing anything save. hiding the stunned MTh and with a gigantic effort he managed to fling the body behind the soca. Then be piled up rugs and cusli' iotas between the wall and the back of the sofa until Garvington was quite hidden and ran a considerable risk of being suffocated. All the tine the om- inous knocking continued, as though the gallows was being constructed. At D. I1. McINNES CHIROPRACTOR Office — Commercial Hotel Electro Therapist — Massage Hours—Mon. and Thurs. after- noons and by appointment. FOOT CORRECTION by manipulation—Sun-ray treatment. Phone 227. least it seemed so to Silver's disturb- ed fancy, and bo crept along to the door holding the revolver in an 'un- steady grip. "Who-who—is—" "Let me in; let me in," said a loud, hard voice. "I'm Miss Greeby. I have come to save you, Let me in." Silver had no hesitation in,obeying, since site was in as much danger as he was and could not hurt him with- out hurting herself, With trembling fingers he unbolted the door and opened it, to find her tall and state- ly and t'emendonsiy impatient on the threshold. She stepped in and banged the door to without locking it. Silver's teeth chattered so much and his limbs trembled so greatly that Ile could scarcely move or speak, On seeing this --for there was a lamp in the passage—Miss Greeby picked him up in her big arms like a baby unci made for the sitting -room. When within she pitched Silver on to the sofa behind which Garvington lay senseless, and placing her arms akimbo surveyed him viciously, "You infernal worm!" said Miss Greeby, grim and savage hi her looks, "you have split on me, have you," "How—how—how do you know?" quavered Silver mechanically, noting that in her long driving coat with a man's cap she looked more masculine than ever. "How do 1 'know? Because Chaldea was hiding under the studio window this afternoon and overheard all that passed between you and Garvington and that meddlesome Lambert. She knew that I was in danger and came at once to London to tell me since I had given her my address. I lost no time, but motored down here and dropped her at the camp. Now I've come to get, you out of the country.' "Me out et the country?" stam- mered the secretary. "Yes, you cowardly swine, al- though I'd rather choke the life out of you if it could be done with safe- ty. You denounced me, -vote beast." "1 had to; my own neck was in danger," "It's in danger now, I'd strangle You for two pins. But 1 intend to send you abroad since your evidence is dangerous to me. If you are out of the way there's no one else can state that 1 shot. Mine. Here's twenty pounds in gold:" she thrust a canvas bag into the man's shaking hands; "get 00 your coat and carp and I'll take yon to the nearest seaport wherever that is. My motor is on the verge of the wood. You must get on board some ship and sail for the world's end. I'll send you more 111on• ey 4011011 yon write. Come, COtt10," she stamped, "shar'p's the worts." "B ut—but—but—" Miss 'Greeby lifted him tiff' the sofa by the scruff of the neck. "Do you aunt to he killed?" she said be - ween her teeth, "there's leer time 10 be lost. Chaldea tells me that Lane bort threatens to have me arrested," The prospect of safety and pros- perity in a distant land so appealed to Silver that he regained his cotu'- age in a wonderfully short space of time. Rising to his feet he hastily drained another glass of brandy and the color carne back to his wan cheeks. But for all the quantity he had drank that sante evening he was not in the least intoxicated. He was about t0 rush out of the room to get. his coat and cap when Miss Greeby laid a heavy hand on his shoulder. "Is there any one else in the house?:" sbe asked suspiciously. Silver cast a glance towards the sofa. "There's no servant," he said in a stronger voice. "I have been cook- ing and looking after myself since I came here. But—but—but--" "But what, you hound?" she shook him fiercely. "Garvington's behind the sofa." "Garvington!" Miss Greeby was on the spot in a moment pulling away the concealing rugs and cushions. "Have you murdered Trim?" she de- manded, drawing a deep breath and 1o0kleg at the senseless man. "No, ]re's only stunned. I struck hint with the poker because he want- ed to denounce me.' "Quite right." Miss Greeby patted the head of her accomplice as if he were a child, "You're bolder than I thought. Go on; hurry up! before Garvington recovers his senses we'll be far enough away. Denounce pre; denounce him, will you?" she said, looking at Garvington while the sec- retary slipped out of the room; "you do so at your own cost, my lord, That forged letter won't tell in your favor. Ha!" she started to her feet. "What's that! Who's here?" She 11115111 well ask. There was a struggle going on in the passage, and she heard cries for help, Miss Greeby flung open the sitting -room door, and Silver, embracing Mother Cockleshell, tumbled at her feet. "She got in by the door you left open," cried Silver breathlessly, "bold her or we are lost; we'll never get away," "No, you won't!" shouted the dis- hevelled ofd woman, producing a knife to keep Miss Greeby at bay. "Chaldea came to the camp and I learned through Kara how she'd brought you down, my Gentile lady. I went to tell the golden rye, and he's on the way here with the village pol- iceman. You're clone for." "Not yet." Miss Greeby darned under the uplifted knife and caught Gentilla round the waist. Tina next 1 Moment the old w0m1(11 was flung against the wall, breathless and I broken tip. But she still contrived to hurl curses at the murderess of 1101.e grandson, "I SAW you shoot him; 1 saw you shoot 11iu1." screamed Mother Cockle- shell, trying to rise. "Silver, maker for the motor; it's near the camp; follow the pater; ord- ered 1,Iiss Greeby breathlessly; "there's no time to be lost. As to this old devil----" she snatched up a lamp as the secretary dashed out of the house, and flung it fairly at Gentilla Stanley. In a moment the old we - m1111 WAS yelling with agony, and aeranlhled to her feet a pillar of lire. Miss Greeby laughed in a taunting manner and hurled another lamp be- hind the sofa, "You'd have given Inc up also, would you, Garvington?" she cried in her deep tone; "take that, and that, and that" Lamp after lamp was smashed and burst into flanges. until only one was THURSDAY, MARCH 7, 1940 left. Then Miss Greeby, seeing with satisfaction that the entire room was ou fire and hearing the sound of hasty footsteps and the echoing of distant voices, rushed in her turn from the cottage, As she bolted the voice of Garvington screaming with pain and dread was heard as he came to his senses to find himself encircled by fire: And Mather Cockleshell also shrelked, not so much because of her agony as to stop Miss Greeby from escaping. "Rye! Rye! she's running; catch stet; catch her. Alla---ally---aha!" and she sank' into the now blazing furn- ace of the room, The walls of the cottage were of ntucl, the partitions and roof of wood and thatch, so the whole place soon burned like a bonfire. Miss Greeby shot out of the door and strode at a quick pace across the glade. But as she passed beyond the monoliths, Lambert, in company with a police- man, made a sudden appearance and blocked her way of escape. 'With a grim determination to thwart hint she hilted up her skirts and leaped (like a kangaroo towards the under - , growth 1)81100111 the leafless trees. BY this time Ole flames were shooting 'through the thatched roof in long scarlet streamers and illuminated the spectral wood with awful light. 4 "Stop! stop!" cried Lambert, rac- ing to cut off the woman's retreat, closely followed by the constable, Miss Greeby laughed scornfully, and instead of avoiding them as they crossed her path, she darted straight towards the pair. In a moment, by a dexterous touch of her shoulders right and left, she knocked them over by taking lbelil unawares, and their sprang dowel the path which curved towards the gypsies' encampment. At its end the motor was waiting, and 50 vivid was the light that she saw Sil- ver's black figure bending down as be frantically strove Co start the mach- ine. She travelled at top speed, fear- ful lest the man should escape with- out her. ( onrush came an ush of Romany, attracted to the glade by the fife, They guessed from Miss Greeby's haste that something was seriously wrong and tried to stop her. But, de- ' livening blows straight from the shoulder, here, there, and everywhere, the woman managed to break through and finally reached the end of the 'pathway. Here was the motor and safety, since she hoped to Make a [lash for the neatest seaport and get out of the kingdom before the pollee authorities could act. But the stars in their (masse fought against her. Silver, having started the machinery, WAS ab''ady handling the steering gem', and bent. Only upon saving his own miserable self, had put the eau' in motion. lie emtld only drive in a slip -shad amat- eur way and aimlessly zigzagged down 111e sloping Intuit which fell away to the high road. As the motor began to gather (11100(1 MISS Greeby frau for her life and liberty, ranging at length breathlessly alongside. Tin' gypsies tailed behind. shouting. "Stoll, you beast!" screamed Miss Greeby, feeling feat' for the first time, and site tried to grah the esu' for the purpose of swinging herself on board. But Silver urged it to greater speed. "I save myself; myself," he sllreiked shrilly and unhinged by deadly terror. "get away; get away." In his panic he twisted the wheel in the wrong direction, and the big machine swerved obediently. The next moment. Miss Greeby was knock-. e(1 down and iv0it11011 under the wheels. She uttered a tragic cry, but little Silver cawed for that. Rendered merciless with fear he sent the ear right over her body, and then drove desperately down the hill to gain the hard road. Miss Greeby, with a broken back, lay on the ground and saw as in a ghastly dream her mach- ine flash roaring along the highway driven by a man who could not man- age it, Even in her pain a smile crept over her pale face. "He's dote for, the little beast," she muttered, "he'll smash. Lambert! Lambert!" The man whose name she breathed had arrived as she spoke; and knelt br'eathelessly beside her to raise her head. "You—you—oh, poor creature!" he gasped. "I'm done for, Lambert," she pant- ed in deadly pain, "back broken, I sinned fol* you, but—hut you can't hang me. Look—look after Garvington —Cockleshell too---look—look-augh!" and she moaned. "Where are they " "In—in—the—cottage," murmured the woman, and fel] back in a fainting condition with a would-be sneering laugh. 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