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MYSTERY
By T. C. H. JACOBS
SYNOPSIS.
Henry Holt and his ward, Muriel
Mainwaring, are staying at aDartmoor
Farm. Holt has a friend, Moineau, 1i
ir: at Kestrel House, and is desirous
that Muriel marry Moineau's nephew,
Hayden Mercer, whom Muriel dislikes.
A series of mysterious disappearances
have been alarming the neighborhood,
Mona Page, the vicar's daughter. being
the latest victim.
Another hoarder at the farm is Perci-
val Pyecroft, who is murderously at-
tackad while walking on the moor.
Then he and his valet, Flack, set out
to discover the mystery of Kestrel
House. They discover a secret under -
r :ound passage and a locket belonging
to Mona Page, which they turn over to
Inspector Barnard.
Barnard visits Kestrel House and
I-ackofoliowsn Holt ion the nmoorhand
delib rately assaults him and Pyeeroft
then extracts a packet from the un-
conscious man's specimen case.
CHAPTER XI.—(Cont'd.)
"There y'are, gov'nor, wot did I
say? See, I was right," Flack ex-
claimed triumphantly.
Pyecroft nodded, taking the parcel
and slipping it without examination
into a capacious, inside pocket of his
coat.
"Spoken correctly, my dear old
scout. Now, let's have .a run over
the victim of this dastardly outrage."
Kneeling beside the prostrate Holt
he rapidly explored his pockets, but
finding nothing of any consequence
he gave a brief examination to the
man himself.
s about it."
el come lea-me-e'�•�X he.sann. and bel(ly to "Whylln the
" de handed Pyecroft.
read to raise merry hell. It wotna
Y
have been devilish unfortunate railed
if you had been over -zealous when
you biffed him."
Flack grinned again.
"No fear of that, gov-nor, it's a
stone -wall cert, that is. Hit 'em fair
and square on. the spot and out they
goes. But it ain"t risky, that's the
beauty."
"I'll take your word for it," smiled
Pyecroft, leaning down and deliber-
ately smashing Holt's wrist watch by
the simple process of dropping his
hand upon a stone. Then carefully
lifting it again he set the hands for-
ward some twenty minutes.
"All right," he said, rising swiftly
to his feet, "beat it, we've got to
establish the alibi."
Flack took a hasty glance around to
assure himself that he had left no
traces, and followed his employer
ever the heather to '.he place where
their car was standing concealed by
a long fold in the moor.
Fifteen minutes later they drew up
before the Two Bridges Hotel, and
Pyecroft jumped out, Flack following.
He nodded pleasantly to the land-
lord, and, glancing casually at the
clock compared it with his own watch,
"Is that the right time?" he asked.
"Five minutes fast, sir, near
enough."
Pyeeroft turned to Flack:
the. moor.'. Nothing wrong, I,lliopa:
Professor not lost, eh?"
Muriel shook her head and ailed,
but her eyes held a lurking' Net of
anxiety which I'.yecreft did notooiss.
"Guardy's late, that's all," sea re-
plied, "I was wondering what vde-
taining him as he did not esPrt to
be late." +.
"Oh, I guess the old lad's casing
the elusive wingsters and forptten
the time, But, i say, I'll have walk
out a couple of miles and scout hound
if you like. How about that, e,'
Muriel's eyes lighted up.
"I'l.l come with you" she said
Pyeeroft smiled delightedly,
"Jolly good scheme. Just "tit a
couple of shakes while I dash 4 and
change these shoes. Do you .and?
They've developed a nail on "me -
thing, equally uncomfortable
Five minutes later he was',lown
again, having changed his hoes,
which was totally unnecessa; and
deposited the parcel in a safe.,tding
place, which was necessary a' the
real reason for the excuse to o to
his bedroom.
Muriel Mainwaring was ! biting
for him at the gate, and toget then
crossed the white road. Neiplice. no
"we were beating out seventy-five
across Yelvertou Downs. Gee, I didn't
think the old 'bus had it in her !"
Flack' nodded his head gravely.
"She can go, sir. I've done over
eighty in her before now. That's a
good road across them moors and I
oughter have got :more than seventy-
five."
"Fine road, eh, gentlemen?" chimed
in the landlord as he, set out drinks
and accepted one for himself. "Proper
speedway for the young bloods from was growing more sass
Plymouth; wonder to me is that there No woman had ever: s<
aren't more accidents, especially the turbed his equanimity, ': o
time of corning to Barre
had deliberately avOidedL s
he was aware of a .neva
warm, uplifting, coupled:
erful urge to protect Sit
walked by his side. %s
guess the sinister webrii
its fold around her, and'
time might enmesh he:.
coils. But he knew, ar
himself that he would
at the cost of life itse
He wondered what s
ticed the furtive figu+e, lurk
shadows by the barn. who
tbeni out of sight before
soft -footed as a phantom
yard and into the house
tense minute he listened
swiftly and silently he nous,
stairs to Pyecroft's room.;
As Dyecroft walked ove
he was acutely conscious
growing displeasure atthe
leading. Before he ha fon
ly thrilling, absorbing,
keen wits and strong bod
most, but now the spice h fr.
it. Somehow thejsordid std"
ing uppermost, distasteful,'
tractive, the desire to b.•
the
hied
marded
the
long,
then
td the
noon?
vex,
was
aet-,
his'
eut-
nonr.
Om
hat-,
n it
way the ponies stray over the road.
Pyecroft remained chatting with
landlord for half an hour before he
turned to Flack:
"Well, time to be moving, m'lad,"
he announced. "Good night, land-
lord."
"Good night, sir."
"Guess he'll remember us again,"
remarked Pyeercet, as they sped along
the road to Barrows. "Barnard and
his hound will be checking up the
alibi tomorrow. Let's hope that Holt
doesn't tumble to the watch trick. lie him, and realized how
was dodging about in the valley for a to stand well in her 'e
goodish time before he came up so it's he was at that very mor
quite likely that he won't be able to her outrageously. For
fix it to a quarter -of -an -hour or so." Henry Holt, perhaps still.
"Don't see that it matters much, where he had been felled;
gov'nor,' said Flack. "He ain't like- the slightest qualn
science stirred as
thought of the ma
w*aa abusingher trus
dis-
the
he
Ow
on,
who
she'•.
aa,d
ny
vil
to
sten,
_ee,Q, kuthsexen tideatosa??I .
"Yes, of course, it's the moils
thing to do."
Flack looked puzzled but made no
comment. He never understood the
reason for half the things the gov--
nor did, but he was satisfied to follow
and trust blindly to his judgment.
Pyecroft got out at Barrows Farm
after instructing Flack to garage the
car and upon certain other matters.
Muriel Mainwaring met him at the
door.
"Hullo, Mr. Pyeeroft," she smiled,
"have you seen anything of Guardy?"
Pyecroft gazed down at her with
appraising eyes. He could not have
told her what especially appealed,
whether it was the English clarity of
skin, with its waren, delicate pink;
her eyes, blue as an Italian sky, that
looked so directly into his own; the
corn -gold hair, or the slim boyish
figure; he knew only that she appeal-
ed to him vastly and in a way no other
girl had ever done. That he was in
love did not occur to hint; his mind,
normally so keen and critical, failed
to grasp or make any attempt to de-
termine the meaning of the interest
which she aroused so unmistakably.
He smiled down at her, a winning,
comradely smile, in direct contrast to
the silly, inane smirk.
"Why no, my dear old thing," he
said, "as a matter of fact I've been
"Good going, m'lae," he remarked, doing a trifle of road -hogging over
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ed to-Tsniseirffr the "•x1s. e,e?
doing. For one wild mai nt he was,
tempted to make a' el n breast of
everything, but the words which rose
to his lips were stifled' by a sudden
cry from the girl. He glanced up to
see a little group of nien coming over
the rise. He recognized them instant-
ly as Barnard and Trotter support-
ing Holt between them.
"Hullo! he exclaimed, "looks as if
the krc.iessor had met with an acci-
dent, had a fall, perhaps. That's the
Scotland Yard sleuths with him, I
think."
Muriel hastened forward to naec-t
the party, and Holt •forced a cheery,
smile when he saw her anxious face:
"It's all right, my •dear, don't be
alarmed," he said. "I've nlet with .a
slight accident, but fortunately these
gentlemen found me, or I might have
been still crawling home like a. lame
duck."
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'what texa° before: After many adven-
tures In China, Captain Jimmy meets an
old friend, Lieut. Stone. The two escape
from bandits in a freight train, whiuh.
is wrecked in enemy territory. Eluding
the soldiers, they set out to Sind a plane
they had hidden in the woods. horse
the time 1 had forced my
through the mob, Scottie had got
himself untangled from the officer
and was in pursuit of Jed Stone who
had a horse for himself and was
busy. getting Fu, our interpreter, . on
another.
Such yelling and such shrieking!
Every man f o r
himself. We were
a hundred yards or
more away before
a single shot vias
fired and at that
distance we might.
as well have been
home in bed for
all the danger of
those soldiers hitting us.
Except for a lot of shooting, there
was little attempt at pursuit. We
circled through the woods, and after
going a few miles,, turned out again
to the railway tracks. Turning the
corner of a thicket, I was suddenly
confronted with the most welcoine
sight of _,smy life. Giving a great'
war whoop I started , forward.
There, just as we had left it, stood
our old plane. A hurried check up
showed that it was just as we had
left it—but no gas, no oil, no any-
thing! A fine situation. There we
were, with a perfectly good plane,
powered with a tremendous engine
that used so much fuel it called
"Gas! Gas!" every time it went by
a gasoline station. And we had
just about enough in the tank to
clean a grease spot in a suit of
clothes.
"We'll borrow some from the sold-
iers," Jed Stone suggested.
"Ha, Ha, Ha," I laughed, "and
while you're at it, just borrow a ten
course dinner for each of us. My
stomach is so empty it's digesting
itself."
"Quite right," he said, "We'll just
do that. Of course, it may not be a
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"Oh, Guarcly, dean; however did it
happen?"
Holt glanced enquiringly at Bar-
nard, who replied.
"It's one of those accidents which
are becoming common around here,'
miss," he said, with the nearest ap-
proach to a smile he ever attained.
"Mr. Holt has been sandbagged, but
fortunately was not further molest-
ed."
"It's absolutely . , .. er . no-
thing, my dear," Holt put. in, .reas-
suringly, "quite an exciting little ad-
venture; that's all."
"Jolly old body -snatchers been np
to their little pranks again, what?"
grinned Pyecroft, but nobody answer-
ed him. Quite unabashed he tried
again. "Nasty lump coming up unda'r
your hat, professor, looks quite funny
from the back."
Holt swung around on him, his lit-
tle body quivering with indignation,
and his bright eyes glistening behind could Slave ..."
his spectacles. Don't be a fool!—London, Eng.,
"Your humor is not appreciated, Daily Express.
sir," he snapped icily, "and I do not
wish to . have any conversation with
you."
Pyecroft pushed Lis long fingers
through his auburn locks and grin-
ned again, but an appealing glance
from Muriel checked the remark he
was about to make,
(To be continued.).
make,:
"My luck's dea.cl♦out lately. First
I lost a pot of money in a deal; then
l bad my car stolen; now my .bay's
broken his leg. How's that, for a
r,ns of bad luck?" "Not as bad as
m!ne. Listen, 1 bought a suit with
wo pairs of trousers, and three days
later burned a hole in the coat!"
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Don't Be a Fool
All pessimists are fools. What is
worse, they are dangerous fools.
At the present moment they are a
definite curse to the community,
Men on salaries that have not
shrunk a penny although the cost of
living has done so by many pennies,
go about muttering darkly about hard
times.
-thaelders of first-rate industrial
shares ar: selling out at heavy losses
and putting the money in the bank
(where it earns nothing), so that in
'the future they can buy back the
shares at top prices.
"The world in in a terrible condi-
tion. Things are very bad. Every-
thing is going down."
That is their daily chant. That is
their contribution to, the morale of the
nation.
After Waterloo there was real dis-
tress. Then cane steam and the
greatest era of prosperity the world
has seen.
Today, while the fools are moaning,
wise men are planning, working,
dreaming, underwriting the prosper-
ity that lies ahead.
When those good times arrive—ants
they are on their way now—the fools
will moan: "If only we had known we
ten course dinner, but we will, eat,
shortly—and fly soon after --just as
soon as it is dark,"
Our plan was perfectly simple. If
it worked, it was grand. If it didn't
—we wouldn't need any More gas
and oil. We settled down to wait
for darkness; a long, hungry wait it
was, too, till near midnight.
We wero mounted, Lieutenant'
Stone, Fu Hsu (the interpreter) rad
I—Scottie trotted along on foot. With'
every possible precaution against
making any uuoedessary noises, we
circled the place where the old en-
gine lav on her back About a rnile
below that ?pot we crossed the'
tracks and shaped our course for the
sleeping camp—a couple of miles
away.
Perhaps half a mile from the camp,
we dismounted. Fu Hsu and Scot-
tie stayed with the horses—Lieuteu-
ant Jed Stone and I went forward to
reconnoiter. All was quiet in camp.
Sentries pacing to and fro were all'
that seemed to be awake, We crept'
as close as we dared.
On our left, a large roomy tent
stood our against the sky lino.
Back at the horses once more we
arranged our plan. Fu Hsu, on'
pain of death, agreed to stay alone',
with our horses.
Jed Steen e
mounted h 1 s
horse, circled
back and to the
right so as to
reach a point
of the camp asp j'
nearly opposite I'S
the large tent
we had seen, as possible. Under cons
pulsion, Scottie went along with him.
He much preferred to stay with me,'
but Jed Stone needed him•to help him
carry out his part of the plan. I
crept quietly back towards the big
tent.
(To be continued.)
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Lower
Farms Tax
Reported in U.S.
Wa thing-ton.—For the first time in
17 years of record, the average tax un
farm real estate declined in 1930, ac-
cording to the•bureau of agricultural
economics, but •'elatively it was higher
than ever.
The net decrease for the country
averaged approximately 40 cents per
$100 of tax. It is pointed out how•
ever, that because prices of farm pro-
ducts and values of farm real estate
!.ave gone down more than taxes in
eche Last year, farm real estate taxes
are relatively higher than they were
a year ago.
In 1913 the average farm tax rate
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TRAD5 MARK RF10.
Stade in Catania
,vis 68c on $101 of full valuation, thst
is, the probable market value of the
land. In 1924 the tax rate was $1.22
on full valuatio.. in. 1927 it Was
•$'.37; in 1928, $1.48;•.and in 1929,
$1.46. Because of -tits 8 per cent:
decline in land values, taxes in 1930
were materially more than $1.50 on
$100 of full valuations.
Bad Dispositions
oil ns
Bad dispositions require some time
to grow into bad habits, but it takes
sometime and pains to undo our-
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'Vulcan from heaven, in a day.
"My father was a man of mark.1
"Couldn't sign his name, I suppose?"