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q KESTREL HAUS
ttA MY5TERY
By T. C. H. JACOBS
SYNOPSIS
Henry Holt and his ward, Muriel
Mainwaring, are staying at a Dartmoor
farm. . olt's friend, Moineau, living at
Kestrel House, is desirous that Muriel
marry hie nephew, Hayden Mercer. •
A. series of mysterious disappearances
Fii--as been alarming the neighborhood..
, pna Page, the vicar's daughter, is the
atest victim.
Another boarder at the farm, Percival
Pyecroft, and his valet, Flack, discover A
secret underground passage to Kestrel
House. Inspector Barnard steals into
Kestrel IIouse and runs into a crook,
Slick Samuels, who -ives him some in-
teresting information. Later Samuels is
found stabbed to death. Pyecroft disap-
pears. Muriel overhears Hayden :Berner
threaten her uncle because of her refusal
to marry him. She is attacked on the
;poor.
CHAPTER XIX—(Cont'd.)
' Muriel dimly recognized the whirl-
ing fury as Flack before she lapsed
into unconsciousness.
Darkey Mullen recognized him also,
and the last shreds of civilization van-
ished from hint. .All the instincts of
the man-eating Congo savage from 1
which he had sprung surged up, trans-
forming him into a creature of the
jungle, his one aim to kill.
The blow upon his ear would have
stunned a white man, but to his thick
skull it did little more than draw
blood. Flack was no match for him,
his fingers closed upon the little man's
throat in a merciless grip. His free
hand dived into his goat pocket, and
an open razor gleamed in the sunlight;
-another second, and Flack would have
been dead. But in that second it hap-
pened Mullen was too en rossed in
4
aee
4
would talk when the tinew.as ripe.
Give that badly damaged ai'm a while
longer for the pain to wear; him dovir l
and a little well j edged thre,rteni gi
mingled with a few vague promises,
and he would be ready to sell his awes BY ANNELLE WORTHINGTON
brother,
What New York
Is Wearing
The luck was beginning to turn. and illustrated Dressmaking Lesso�t Fu-
nd before it was due. Barnard bed niskea With /here Pattern
had enough of Dartmoor and WO
anxious to get back to London, whe?{s
things ran more smoothly, and he had
men about him -hat he could rely even,
An hour later Trotter returned,
bringing with him Sergeant Drew and
Constable French.
"I've got the car over the hill," au -
pounced Trotter. "Take him rigs t
down to Totnes, eh, Chief?" e,:•
Barnard nodded, and the two 14de
men lifted the prisoner between th63ia?,
Mullen cursed savagely as they h`
him over the uneven ground.Sergeeat
Drew eyed the broken arm curiou
but made no comment.'
Muriel made a wry grimace as the
fiery spirit scorched her throat, but
almost at once she began to feel bet-
ter. She smiled at the two policemen
regarding her with interest:
* * * * V.
The police surgeon was awaliiil
them at Totnes, and removing
rough splints which Barnard had us�4
examined the damaged arm and she*,
der. When he had completed his W.o
he drew Barnard aside:
"How did it happen?" he asked.•
"His own fault entirely," replied
Barnard sharply. "If you've finished
I'll charge him; then it's hospital, 1
suppose?"
"It s," - snapped the surgeon, ninny -
ed at Barnard's manner.
"What is the charge?" demai ed
endeavoring to.cii-
•the local inspector, en g
teal the excitement he felt. There; was
such little real work for the polieeto
do in Totnes that even a minor'rah-
bery was a welcome relief.
"Wilful murder!" replied Barnard.
"I charge this man with the wilful
murder of Joseph Abbot and Mona
Page, and in addition ...."
(To be continued.)
Eagerness
"I supe' ' I must have fainte.i or
done something equally silly," she
said. "Is Flack safe?"
"Sure,' Mi ;s " grinned Trotter. "He's
shook up a bit, but he ain't damaged
any.''
"Where on earth did you all spring
from?" asked Muriel curiously, though
now the reaction had come her lips
trembled. "I didn't see any of you
when I was on the tor."
Barnard smiled grimly. He wasn't
going to disclose the fact that they had
been trailing her in the hope that she
would lead them to Pyecroft.
"Oh, we just happened to be pass-
ing, Miss," he replied. "Perhaps you
wouldn't mind telling me your side of
the story. If you feel like it," he
added.
Briefly, Muriel related all that had
occurred; not,' of course, informing the
inspector of her reason for venturing
so far out. Barnard shook his head:
"The moor's a bad place for a young
lady to come alone," he said reprov-
i:.gly. "You ought to know that,
Miss."
"1 do now," replier Muriel contrite-
ly. "But whoever is that dreadful
man?"
"I don't know," lied Barnard. "Now,
the soft thud o'`fer ind iaiin: Png'..
razor whirled abovehiis head, but
it
never struck. A pair
ar
hands dropped over his wrist, a big
knee plunged between his shoulder
blades, and Darkey Mullen's right arm
dropped useless to his side, broken in
two places.
With a sob of agony he fell forward,
and Detective Sergeant 'Trotter stood
up, wiping the perspiration from his
brow with the back of his hand.
"We were just in time, Chief !" he
exclaimed,
Chief Inspector Barnard glared at
his s'ibordinate.
'What the devil do yeu mean by
handling a prisoner in that fashion?"
he demanded. "You've either broken
his arm or wrenched it from his shoul-
der joint"
Trotter nodded.
"Broken, I think," he replied.
"Couldn't Help it, Chief. I slipped and
landed heavy on him. Save a mighty
lot of trouble with him, anyway. I
don't fancy tackling mad niggers arm-
ed with razors."
"Slipped be damned!" growled Bar-
nard, secretly in the most hearty
agreement with his subordinate's ac-
tion. -"Get the bracelets on Flack
while I attend to the girl."
Sergeant Trotter slipped a pair of
handcuffs from his pocket and :,nap-
er the steel, stirrup -shaped irons on
the wrists of the unconscious man.
Flack stirred and opened his eyes.
"All right, Freddy," grinned Trot•
Tho weary I am eager to be gone.i
Too far and wide this mad and niaud•
lin scene,
In every changing aspect have I: been,
Played king and captain, seer hand
clownish pawn, r a
Known love triumphant, suffered love
forlorn;
Across the. hills and lakes seen even-
ing march,
Behind the eastern mountains Morn-
ing dawn,
Thrilled to deluding hope of rainbow's
arch,
Loved learning and then learning
learned to scorn,
lY[iss Jf=ge nt Trotter-" i o 3,15'7 18 •
Soon after Trotter departed, tracing
Flack with him. In response to the
gfri's protest he unlocked the hand-
cuff's, but he breathed a further warn-
ing in his prisoner's ear.
Barnard prepared to wait until las
subordinate returned with help. He
propped the half-cas.e into a more
comfortable position, did what he
could to bind the arm, and searched
his pockets. Another razor he found,
but nothing else. Things were begin-
ning to move; he had made two im-
portant captures, a good omen for
what might follow. If Mullen could
be induced to talk he looked like finish-
ing the job very quickly. The half-
caste was a desperate criminal, but
like all his brethren of mixed blood,
there was an underlying streak of
cowardice which could be played upon.
Secretly Barnard determined to
ignore the restrictions which so hamp-
ered the police. Trotter had handled
the prisoner in a manner which would
be officially condemned in no uncer-
tain tones, but to his mind circum-
stances had warranted it, and he de-
termined to stand by his subordinate.
One cannot deal gently with a murder-
ous nigger armed with his favorite
weapon.
Mullen stirred and opened his eyes.
He struggled to rise, but Barnard
pushed him banit, '
"Keep quiet." he ordered. "Or I'll
gag you."
The half-caste suddenly appeared
Nursed faith and from me had faith
fiercely torn.
So, weary then, omnipotence I pray
For some new field or glen or cosmic,,
shore, �/
For some more magic and a bis
.craws; * eleatt:e —erne 'u saes
once more.
—Scammon Lockwood, in The New
York Times.
t
Doubts
The grey -bearded tourist sat in'
the inn parlour talking to the vil-
lagers. He told them of the won-
ders he had seen in his travexs, of
his adventures, and of the fortune
,he had made.
"And, to crown it all," he added,
"I am a native of this place. I left
the village when I was a lad, but I
still remember a lot of your faces.
You are Willie Slocum," he said to
one bald old chap; "and your name
ADc(
Cie.Celt(1
and /iliDog SCOTTIE-
what came before: Late one afternoon,
while on board the freighter Madrigal in
the Chinese Sea, Captain Jimmy and h's
friends sight a bandit ship firing on a
little vessel, hey take ore to the rescue
In their plane.
After some difficulty we lowered
the plane' into the sea and heading
into the wind,. tools off. The motor
sputtered and missed at first—then
it opened out into a deep, satisfying
roar and drove the plane at e ter-
rific speed to-
wards the scene
of battle. There
was not a mom-
ent to lose.
As v'e drew
nearer, through
the twilight, we
could plainly see
the flash from the
guns of the Pirate Janis. I gave
our plane every bit of gas I could
and she roared down tewazd the
scene of battle at a tremendous rate.
Suddenly the firing seemed to
case. A lucky shot must have crip-
pled the ship they were pursuing.
Quarte of a mile away and we nosed
down to get a better view of what
was taking place.
A little ship lay over with a heavy
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ter, "yeu didn't get your shave after i to realize his position. His dark face
all. Have a swig of this; he hurt you
I reckon."
Flack eagerly gulped some of the
brandy which the detective sergeant
held to his lips, and sighed with relief.
"You lie there, Freddy, and rip
tricks," warned Trotter, not unkindly.
"You haven't a hope in hell of beating
it, so be good."
No one knew better than Flack that
this was so. He felt the handcuffs on
his wrists, and in any case Mullen had
shaken him severely. He nodded, and
closing his eyes, lay back.
Tretter dragged the half-caste fur-
ther away and, taking out a large
handkerchief of startling colors, sight
ly bound his feet. Mullen was show-
ing signs of returning consciousness.
About half a mile away, I turned
to the attack again, Suddenly T
swooped until it seemed as if we
would scrape the decks as we Pass-
ed. Every bit of engine power
forced us out of the sky. Our speed
was tremendous. It must have been
a fearful sight to see a plane making
such speed, straight at one. In the
bow of the, Junk stood a group of
pirates — petrified. Then, Bang!
Bang! roared the heavy shot gun,.
and the pirates raced for cover, but
several seemed to stumble and lay
quite still.
A few stray shots screeched by,
fired by the more courage( us of the
pirates who dared show themselves
above decks. Meanwhile, my gun'
ner loaded up his heavy artillery
ready for his next attack. Again we
swooped and ral;ed the decks with
buckshot but this time the pirates
had seen enough of us. Someone
cut the junk loose and the pirates
rushed back and crowded on full
sail. Now was our chance.
Circling around to gain altitude,
we suddenly dived straight for the
pirate's wheel
deck, banging
away with our
list to starboard, evidently leaking o l d shotguns.
from a shot below the water line. A
large Chinese junk was tied lehind
and a boarding party of pirates
swarmed all over the captured ves-
sel. The passengers ran here and
there, .poking for shelter. Then as
we came near we could see a num-
ber of figures bound to the rail—
evidently white men and ship officers.
As we passed overhead, the pir-
ates greeted us with a volley but
they were not used to firing at a
speeding plane •'apd their shots went
wide. ,
We swept past the ` boats at
about one hundred and ten miles an
hour. The Chinese Junk was our
target and how we longed for a few
nice hand grenades or a machine
gun!
Still,
of buckshot shells. We
andplentyl
could make it hot for those pirates.
I
The helmsman
of the junk haa
all he could
do, at best, to
hold the ship
in her course,
for a brisk wind had suddenly
sprung up and she leaned heavily to
one side.
Then, looking LID, he caught sight
of us hovering above him like a great
bird of prey, just as a charge of
buckshot rattled around him ,in the
decks. With a yell, he let go the
wheel and Sed and the next mom-
ent a strong gust of wind keeled the
junk over on her side.
(To 'tee continued.)
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"Where is Happiness"
The last article written by the
late Dame Nellie Melba appears in
the Australian Woman's World. It
contains erelba's views on happi-
ness. She wrote:—
"Where is happiness?" It is to be
is Mudde," he said, pointing to an- found in the world all about_us, in
other. the stillness of a summer night, in
The villagers stared at him in the pride of a good thing done, in
suspicion. the Bush of a summer dawn, the
"Don't any of you remember me?" following- of an ideal, the strong
he pleaded. "My name is George grip of a friend, the perfect heart of
—George—" a rose, or the wild sweetness of a
He paused invitingly, and a voice song. It is always very near,
broke the silence. "You may come upon it at the
"Well, judging from what you've very next turn of the road.
been telling us," it said, "you're name "The secret of finding it? I can -
ain't George Wasbin ;ton!" not tell you. I know that fame
......_____.e...—. alone does not bring it, and I know
Submission that it is within the reach of all,
O Lord my God, do Thou Thy holy young or old, rich or poor, celebrat-
will— ed or unknown. Only have courage
I will lie still; and conviction, tenacity and kindli-
I will not stir, lest I forsake Thine hand "for one• lesssle fortunate inand a llthe
arm,
ing
And break the charm race.
Which hills me,.clinging to my Fath- "Partly it is in doing your job
ers breast.
well, with all your ability, and in re-
=-I{eble. fusing to despair, and doing half
went a sickly greenish hue as another
stab of agony wracked his arm.
"Yes," nodded Barnard, "you'd bet-
ter lie still, Mullen, the game's tip. I
give you the usual warning which
you've heard a score of times; plenty
of time for you to talk later."
Darkey Mullen's thick lips curled:
"You won't git nothin' outta tile,
bo'," he snarled.
Barnard shrugged his shoulders.
"Quite unnecessary, Mullen," lir
said quietly, "your precious confeder-
ates have told ine all that is necessary
to hang you."
Mullen was too old a criminal to
be caught by the alleged confession
of an associate• but nevertheless th
chief inspector's words filled, him with
Picking tip the razor, he turned to , alarm. He had expected criminal as
his chief :
"She hurt much?" he asked.
Barnard shook his head:
"Fainted, that's all. Bruised about
the 3nouth, but nothing serious that
I can see. Ab! that's better(
brandy, Trotter.'
Barnard displayed an unexpected ; have come on the scone so quick:y.
gentleness as he carefully raised h'U' I That streak of cowardice on whicl.
head and shoulders. Muriel stared t Barnard relied was beginning to co,-(
into his eyes at first wonderingly, then uppermost.
catching sight of the prostrate MO.; The chief inspector, watching him
sliuciclered. covertly, recognized the fleetth'
len,
"?irrrk a crop of this, Miss," sa"d changes of expression and accurately
Parnard. "You've hada fright." (read his thoughts: Darkey Mullen
Sault, or at worst, bank note forgery
but apparently the charge was to be
murder. Had Barnard really arrests;'
the rest of the gang? Very unlikely,
less than two hours ago nothing lac
happened, of that he was certain; ye:
they must have been trailing ;ism to
ry
An other wise truthful man some-
times talks about himself. '
Qualifies
at 18
Coriwral (leo. A. Herring c
(,ttawa, who at 18 -years of 'c'3
has qualified for the Canadian,
!3isley team. He is in the G40,,,,
"Her subtle nose is knotty"—"she Beauty, after all, is an acquired
eptly striking example of the way in
which Qur tastes have, changed. Wax
:dummies once formed tae' most virtu
obs'elass in the community. Now they
are terribly depraved, with their heavy
lids, their thin, twisted bodies, and
their stinking poses. They used to
have schoolgirl complexions. Now
they are weird and wan. Like many
modern women, in fact.
Acquired Taste, After All
is as decorative as an Assyrian ram"
—'her cheeks are acid -pink peonies"
"her lingers are chicken bones"—"she
is the possessor of a ravishingly rab-
bity nose"—'her eyes are huge eggs
Thus Mr. Cecil Beaton, in his new
Book of Beauty, comments Beverley not deviate a particle from the accept -
Nichols in the Continental Edition of ed rule—we must not attempt to bet•
the London Daily Mail. He is writing ter it—for this is beauty—and all else
about a great many enchanting ladies, is false?"
whom we all know, if not in person, Yet still; deep in my heart of hearts,
through their pictures In the illus- I feel that my sould will never awaken
trated papers. ' at the sight of a rabbity nose, and that
If he had written in the days of the if I write sonnets to my lady's eyes I
duel, he would already be lying hi !shall try to find from the rich store -
some dark corner of Hyde Park slash -'house of Nature some other metaphor
ed from tip to toe. And in these more than—eggs.
recent times when people stood on
taste. Sometimes I wonder, in gloomy
moods, if it would be better never to
acquire it. In any case, the sense of
beauty is strange, passing comprehen-
sion.
Why should W3 say, "This patch-
work must be thus and thus—it must
chairs in Hyde Park to crane their•
necks at the full -bosomed beauties of Curia to Revive Athletics
the 90's, he would have been distinct- • Shanghai.—A • plot of six acres,
ly unpopular in his club, i seven miles from Shanghai, has been
Hands were lilies then, and eyes purchased for use as a campus for a
lakes, and cheeks roses. Eveu when i national athletic college, and a cant-
Swinburne began to paint vermilion paign to raise an endowment of al,-
on
;i;on the lips of imaginary ladies, people 000,000 has been launched by General
felt that his tastes were a little odd. ' Chang Tze-kiang, chairman if the
What of the Future? National Athletic Association.
Now all is changed. For better or General Chang proposes a nation
al of the ancient form of
It it comes tripping sounaccountable and modish a Chineseboxing, which is held by some
that, every
way to the next turn of the road for worse, I dare not say, beauty be- wide revi
morev
yore than tOften
half way tt m ing o meet You:' creature But I am a little disturbed persons to be superior to Japan34e
' I 1 d
Mount Revelstoke Park
Mount Revelstoke National Park, And it chicken bones why not ham tions and send their best a e -
British Columbia, situated above the bones, or, for the matter of that, the new college for a year of intensive.
i clouds, is probably the highest park , calves' feet? physical training. On returning to
in the world, It covers an area of Beauty .specialists, too, will be their native districts the graduates
100 square miles on the wide plateau forced to follow the prevailing mode. will be expected to open public clamswhich forms the summit of Mount { Alr.,ady a great many of the adver- 'n boxing and athletics.
Revelstoke. A new motor road to I tisenients for beauty culture depict as
the top provides one of the most
about the future. If Assyrian rams jiu-jitsu. t rs p ann
why not Jersey cows? If acid -pink hsien, or county, in China, of which '3
peonies why not blood -red beetroots? there are ,000, shall hold �o
I1
1p i-•.
ures, illustrations of women wbo
thrilling drives. in the mountains.: would have been regarded by our fath-
linown as the "Royal Drive" it has ers with unaffected aversion—women
been included in the itinerary of with noses like razors, and tiny tri -
every Royal party to tour Canada i angular mouths, and wispy, rat-tail
since the incepleoii of the road. As- i eyebrows, In a few years' time the
rending through heavy forest growth eyebrows will have disappeared alto-
providedroln the top is
v r
Inose may be reniove i, too.
Meanwhile, it is highly probable
We are all writing books -histories that the mouth will have developed in -
our own lives, and eve can omit to a rare, complex, strangely tinted
)otliing, soften nothing;
only tbo blossom. Even to -day mouths are more
eked truth can be marked on those and more camouflaged. It is extreme-
•
ges. _T3cechar. ly vieux Jett to parade an ordinary
Cupid's bony. One must slash a single
Many a men who. thinks he is a big Tine, in raspberry or magnate, or even
noise is nothing hut an irritating a sant of purple,
racket. The wax dummy alone is a suff'ici-
ho view a f g,the
ote*be tattooed on the top of
'nest spectaculor, l the forehead and,
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for all I know , ti e
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"Great Scott, btu it's hot."
"Riot you don't know what hot
woather is. Why clt.wn where i
came from If you put a cake of tee
in the sun it will warp before it
gets time to melt."
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