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DR. W. C. Gssaduate of Faculty of Medicine,
t'1)Jniversity of Western Ontario, Lon -
den. Member of College of Physic-
Pammn and Surgeons of Ontario. Office
lin Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St.,
Q as Orth. Phone 90.
DR. R. P. II. DOUGALL
nor graduate of Faculty of
reiedicine and Master of Science, Uni-
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her of College of Physicians and
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(Mee and residence Goderich Street,
Wisst.,• r the Methodist Church, Sea-
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County of uron.
DR. C. MACgAY
C. Mackay, honor graduate of Trin-
University, and gold medallist of
'ty Medical College; member of
0he College of Physicians and Sur-
nof Ontario.
a DR. ]HI. 'HUGE a OSS
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L'acmulty of Medicine, member of Col -
tinge of Physicians and Surgeons of
Ontario; pass graduate courses in
f eago Clinical School of Chicago ;
gal Ophthalmic Hospital, London,
land; University Hospital, Lon-
: England. Office—Back of Do -
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Night calls answered from residence,
Moria Street, Seaforth.
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Graduate of Northwestern Univers-
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College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto.
Cie over Sills' Hardware, Main St.,
geaforth. Phone 151.
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Faurgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R.
kith's Grocery, Main Street, Sea-
Qemth. Phones: Office, 185 W; resi-
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TEOPJIAS
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CEA/F/1'22 11
The day Mr. Reeder arrived at the
Public Prosecutor's o iee was indeed a
day of fate for Mr. Lambton Green,
:ranch Manager of the London Scot-
tish and Midland Rank.
That branch of the bank which Mr.
Green controlled was situate at the
corner' of Pell Street and Farling Av-
enue on the "country side" of Ealing.
It is a fairly large buil' ng and, un-
like most suburban branch offices, the
whole of the premises were devoted
to banking business, for the bank car-
ried very heavy deposits, -the Lunar
Traction Company, with three thou-
sand people on its pay -roll, the As-
sociated Novelties Corporation, with
its enormous turnover, and the Lara -
phone Company being only three of
the L.S.M.'s customers.
On Wednesday afternoons, in pre-
paration for the pay days of these
corporations, large sums in currency
were brought from the head office and
deposited in the steel and concrete
strong -room, which was immediately
beneath Mr. Green's private office, but
admission to which was gained
through a steel door in the general
office. This door was observable from
the street, and to assist observation
there was a shaded lamp fixed to the
wall immediately above, which threw
a powerful beam of light upon the
door. Further security was ensured
by the employment of a night watch-
man, Arthur Mailing, an army pen-
sioner.
The bank lay on a restricted police
beat which had been so arranged that
the constable on patrol passed the
bank every forty minutes. It was
his practice to look through the win-
dow and exchange signals with the
night watchman, his orders being to
wait until Mailing appeared.
On the night of October 17th Po-
lice -Constable Burnett stopped as us-
ual before the wide peep -hole and
glanced into the bank. The first thing
he noticed was that the lamp above
the strong -room door had been ex-
tinguished. The night watchman was
not visible, and, his suspicions arous-
ed, the officer did not wait for the
man to put in an appearance as he
would ordinarily have done, but pass-
ed the window to the door, which, to
his alarm, he found ajar. Pushing it
open, he entered the bank, calling
Mailing by name. There was no an-
swer.
Permeating the air was a faint,
sweet scent which he could not locate.
The general offices were empty and,
entering the manager's room in which
a light burnt, he saw a figure stretch-
ed upon the ground. It was the night
watchman. His wrists were handcuf-
fed, two straps had been tightly
buckled about his knees and ankles.
The explanation for the strange
and sickly aroma was now clear. A-
bove the head of the prostrate man
was suspended, by a wire hooked to
the picture -rail, an old tin can, the
bottom of which was perforated so
that there fell an incessant trickle of
some volatile liquid upon the thick
cotton pad which covered Mailing's
face.
Burnett, who had been wounded in
the war, had instantly recognized the
smell of chloroforiu and, dragging the
unconscious man into the outer office,
snatched the pad from his face and,
leaving him only long enough to tele-
phone to the police station, sought
vainly to bring him to consciousness.
The police reserves arrived within
a few minutes, and with them the di-
visional surgeon who, fortunately, had
been at the station when the alarm
came through. Every effort to re-
store the unfortunate man to life
proved unavailing.
"He was probably dead when he was
found," was the police doctor's ver-
dict. "What those scratches are on
the right palm is a mystery."
He pulled open the clenched fist
and showed half a dozen little scratch-
es. They were recent, for there was
a smear of blood on the palm.
Burnett was sent at once to arouse
Mr. Green, the manager, who lived in
Firling Avenue, at the corner of which
the bank stood; a street of semi-de-
tached villas of a pattern familiar en-
ough to the Londoner. As the officer
walked through the little front gar-
den to the door he saw a light through
the panels, and he had hardly knock-
ed before the door was opened and
Mr. Lambton Green appeared, fully
dressed and, to the officer's discerning
eye, in a state of considerable agita-
tion. Constable Burnett saw on a
hall chair a big bag, a travelling rug
and an umbrella.
The little manager listened, pale as
death, whilst Burnett told him of his
discovery.
"The hank robbed? Impossible!"
he almost shrieked. "My God! this is
awful!"
He was so near the point of col-
lapse that Burnett had to assist him
into the street.
"1—I was going away on a holi-
day," he said incoherently, as he
walked up the dark thoroughfare to-
wards the bank premises. "The fact
is—I was leaving the hank. I left a
note—explaining to the directors."
Into a circle of suspicious men the
manager tottered. He unlocked the
drawer of his desk, looked and crum-
bled up.
"They're not here!" he said wildly.
"1 left them here—my keys—with the
rote!"
And then he swooned. When the
dazed man recovered he found him-
self in a police cell and, later in the
day, he drooped before a police mag-
istrate, supported by two constables
and listened, like a man in a dream,
to a charge of causing the death of
Arthur Mailing, and further, of con-
verting to his own use the sum of
£100,000.
It was on the morning of the first
. remand that Mr. John G. Reeder, with
some reluctance for he was suspicious
of all Government departments, trans-
ferred himself from his own office on
Lower Regent Street to a somewhat
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that he should be connected bpPriv.
ate telephone wire with his od bur-
eau.
He did not demaand this—he never
demanded , anyt 'ng. •l a asked, ner-
vously and apologetic '.y. There was
a certain wistful helplessness about
John G. Reeder that made people feel
sorry for him, that caused. even the
Public Prosecutor a few uneasy mom-
ents of doubt as to whether he had
been quite wide in substituting this
weak -appearing man of middle age
for Inspector Holford --]bluff, capable
and heavily mysterious.
Mr. Reeder was something over
fifty, a long -faced gentleman with
sandy -grey hair and a slither of side
whiskers that " mercifully distracted
attention from his large outstanding
ears. He wore half -way down his
nose a pair of steel -rimmed pince-
nez, through which nobody had over
seen him look—they were invariably
removed when he was reading. A
high and fiat -crowned bowler hat
matched and yet did not match a
frock -coat tightly buttoned across his
sparse chest. His boots were square
toed, his cravat—of the broad, chest -
protector pattern—was ready -ma 'n
and buckled into place behind a
Gladstonian collar. The neatest ap-
pendage to Mr. Reeder was an um-
brella rolled so tightly that it might
be mistaken for a frivolous walking
cane. Rain or shine, he carried this
article hooked to his arm, and within
living memory it had never been un-
furled.
Inspector Holford (promoted now to
the responsibilities of Superintendent)
met him in the office to hand over his
duties, and a more tangible quantity
in the shape of old furniture and fix-
ings,
"Glad to know you, Mr. Reeder. I
haven't had the pleasure of meeting
you before, but I've heard a lot about
you. You've] been doing Bank of
England work, haven't you?"
Mr. Reeder whispered that he had
had that honour, and sighed as though
he regretted the drastic sweep of fate
that had torn him from the obscurity
of his labours. Mr. Holford's scrut-
iny was full of misgivings.
"Well," he said awkwardly, "this
job is different, though I'm told that
you are one of the best informed men
in London, and if that is the case this
will be easy work. Still, we've never
had an outsider—I mean, so to speak,
a private detective—in this office be-
fore, and" naturally the Yard is a
bit—"
"I quite understand," murmured
Mr. Reeder, hanging up his immacu-
late .um,brella. "It is very natural.
Mr. Bolond expected the appointment.
His wife is annoyed—very properly.
But she has no reason to be. She is
an ambitious woman. She has a
third interest in a West End dancing
club that might be raided one of.these
days."
Holford was staggered. Here was
news that was little more than a whis-
pered rumour at Scotland Yard.
"How the devil do you know that?"
he blurted.
Mr. Reeder's smile was one of self -
depreciation.
"One picks up odd scraps of in-
formation," he said apologetically. "1
—I see wrong in everything. That
is my curious perversion—I have a
criminal mind!"
Holford drew a long breath.
"Well—there is nothing much do-
ing. That Ealing case is pretty clear.
Green is an ex -convict, who got a job
at the bank during the war and
worked up to manager. He has done
seven years for conversion."
"Embezzlement and conversion,"
murmured Mr. Reeder. "I—er—I'm
afraid I was the principal witness
against him: bank crimes were rather
—erea hobby of mine. Yes, he got
into difficulties with money -lenders.
Very foolish—extremely foolish. And
he doesn't admit his error." Mr.
Reeder sighed heavily. "Poor fel-
low! With his life at stake one may
forgive and indeed condone his piti-
ful prevarications."
The inspector stared at the new
man in amazement.
"I don't know that there is much
'poor fellow' about him. He has
cached £100,000 and told the weakest
yarn that I've ever read—you'll find
copies of- the police reports here, if
you'd like to read them. The scratch-
es on Mailing's hand are curious—
they've found several on the other
hand. They are not deep enough to
suggest a struggle. As to the yarn
that Green tells "
Mr. J. G. Reeder nodded sadly.
"It was not an ingenious story,"
he said, almost with regret. "If I
remember right, his story' was some-
thing like this: he had been recogniz-
ed by a man who served in Dartmoor
with him, and this fellow wrote a
blackmailing letter telling him to pay
or clear out. Sooner than return to
a life of crime, Green wrote out all
the facts to his directors, put the let-
ter in the drawer of his desk with
his keys, and left a note for his head
cashier on the desk itself, intending
to leave London and try to make a
fresh start where he was unknown."
"There were no letters in or on the
desk, and no keys," said the inspector
decisively. "The only true part of
the yarn was that he had done time."
"Imprisonment," suggested Mr.
Reeder plaintively. He had a horror
of slang. "Yes, that was true."
Left alone in his office, he spent a
very considerable time at his private
telephone, communing with the young
person who was still a young person,
although the passage of time had
dealt unkindly with her. For the rest
of the morning he was reading 'the
depositions which his predecessor had
put on the desk.
It was late in the afternoon when
the Public Prosecutor strolled into his
room and glanced at the big pile of
manuscript through which his sub-
ordinate was wading.
"What are you reading—the Green
business?" he asked, with a note of
satisfaction in his voice. "I'm glad
that is interesting you --though It
seems a fairly straightforward case
I have had a letter from the presi-
dent of the man's bank, who for some
reason seems to think Green wa's
telling the truth."
iVir. Reeder looked up with that
pained expression a his which he in -
Variably wore when he was puzzled.
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bank premises Il heal a man standing
et the owner of the street imrnediata-
ly outside the bank, 1 Paw him dis
tinctly in the light og ai passing mail
van. 'II d ,n- not attach '"f„ ny import-
ance to leis presenia; and I did not
see him again. • 1t was possible for
this man to have gone round the
block and come to 20, Firling Av-
enue without being sdies by me. Im-
mediately after I saw bins, my foot
struck against a piece of iron on the
sidewalk. I put my lamp on the ob-
ject and found it was ou old horse-
shoe; I had seen children playing
with this particdtlar shoe earlier in
the evening. When I looked again
towards the corner, the man had dis-
appeared. He would have seen the
light of my lamp. I saw no other
person, and so far as I Not remember,
there was no light showing in Green's
house when I passed it."
Mt. Reeder looked up.
"Well?" said the Prosecutor."There
is nothing remarkable about that. It
was probably Green who dodged round
the block and came in at the back of
the constable."
Mr. Reeder scratched his chin.
"Yes," he said thoughtfully, "yes."
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
"Would it be considered indecorous if
I made a few inquiries, independent
of the police?" he asked nervously.
"I should not like them to think that
a mere dilettante was interfering
with their lawful functions."
"By all means," said the Prosecu-
tor heartily. "Go down and see the
officer in charge of the case; I'll give
you a note to him—it is by no means
unusual for nay officer to conduct a
separate investigation, though I am
afraid you will discover very little.
The ground has been well covered
by Scotland Yard."
"It would be permissible to
man?" hesitated Reeder.
"Green? Why, oft course! I will
send you up the necessary order."..
The light was fading from a grey,
blustering sky, and rain was falling
fitfully, when Mr. Reeder, with his
furled umbrella hooked to his arm,
his coat collar turned up, stepped
through the dark gateway of Brixton
Prison and was led to the cell where
a distracted man sat, his head upon
his hands, _his pale eyes gazing into
vacancy.
"It's true; it's true! Every wort"
Green almost sobbed the words.
A pallid man, inclined to be bald,
with a limp yellow moustache, going
grey. Reeder, with his extraordinary
memory for faces, recognized him the
moment he saw him, thought it was
some time before the recognition was
mutual.
"Yes, Mr. Reeder, I remember you
now. You were the gentleman who
caught me before. But I've been as
straight as a die. I've never taken a
farthing that didn't belong to me.
What my poor girl will think—.—"
"Are you married?" asked Mr.
Reeder sympathetically.
"No, but I was going to be—rather
late in life. She's nearly thirty years
younger than me, and the best girl
that ever "
Reeder listened to the rhapsody that
followed, the melancholy deepening in
his face.
"She hasn't been into the court,
thank God, but she knows the truth.
A friend of mine told me that she
has been absolutely knocked out."
"Poor soul!" Mr. Reeder shook his
head.
"It happened on her birthday, toe,"
the man went on bitterly.
"Did she know you were going a-
way?"
"Yes, I told her the night before.
I'm not going to bring her into the
case. If we'd been properly engaged
it would be different; but she's mar-
ried and is divorcing her husband, but
the decree hasn't been made absolute
yet. That's why I never went about
with her or saw much of her. And
of course, nobody knew about our en-
gagement, although we lived in the
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"Firling Avenue?" asked Reeder,
and the bank manager nodded des-
pondently.
"She was married when she was
seventeen to a brute. It was pretty
galling for me, having to keep quiet
about it—I mean, for nobody to know
about our engagement. All sorts of
rotten people were making up to her
and I had just to grind my teeth and
say nothing. Impossible people! Why
that fool Burnett, who arrested me,
he was sweet on her; used to write
her poetry—you wouldn't think it
possible in a policeman, would you?"
The outrageous incongruity of a
poetical policeman did not seem to
shock the detective.
"There is poetry in every soul, Mr.
Green," he said gently, "and a police-
man is a man."
Though he dismissed the eccentric-
ity of the constable so lightly, the
poetical policeman filled his mind all
the way home to his house in the
Brockley Road, and occupied his
thoughts for the rest of his waking
It was a quarter to eight o'clock in
time.
the morning, and the world seemed
entirely populated by milkmen and
whistling newspaper boys, when Mr.
J. G. Reeder came into Firling Av-
0nue.
He stopped only for a second out-
side the bank, which had long since
ceased to be an object of local awe
and fearfulness, and pursued his way
down the broad avenue. On either
side of the thoroughfare ran a row
of pretty villas—pretty although they
bore a strong family resemblance to
one another; each house with its lit-
tle forecourt, sometimes laid out
simply as a grass plot, sometimes de-
corated with flower beds. Green's
house as the eighteenth in the road
on the ight-hand side. Here he bad
lived wi a cook -housekeeper, and
apparent] gardening was not his
hobby, for he forecourt was covered
with grass that had been allowed to
grow at its will.
Before the twenty-sixth house in
the road Mr. Reeder paused and gaz-
ed with mild interest at the blue
blinds which covered every window.
Evidently Miss Magda Grayne was a
lover of flowers, for geraniums filled
the window -boxes and were set at in-
tervals along the tiny border under
the bow window. In the centre of
the grass plot was a circular flower -
bed with one flowerless rose tree, the
leaves of which were drooping and
brown.
As he raised his eyes to the upper
window, the blind went up slowly, and
be was dimly conscious that there
was a figure behind the white lace
curtains. Mr. Reeder walked hur-
riedly away, as one caught in an im-
modest act, and resumed his pere-
grinations until he came to the big
nursery gardener's which formed the
corner lot at the far end of the read.
Here he stood for some time. in
contemplation, his arm resting on the
iron railings, his eyes staring blankly
at the vista of greenhouses. He re-
mained in this attitude so long that
one of the nurserymen, not unnatur-
ally thinking that a stranger was
seeking a way into the gardens, came
over with the laborious gait of the
man who wrings his living from the
soil, and asked if he was wanting any-
body.
"Several people," sighed Mr. Reed-
er; "several people!"
Leaving the resentful man to puz-
zle out his impertinence, he slowly re-
traced his steps. At No. 412 he stop-
ped again, opened the little iron gate
and passed up the path to the front
door. A small girl answered his
knock and ushered him into the par-
lor.
The room was not well furnished;
it was scarcely furnished at all. A
strip of almost new linoleum covered
the passage; the furniture of the par-
lor itself was made up of wicker
chairs, a square of art carpet and a
table. He heard the sound of feet
above his head, feet on base boards,
and then presently the door opened
and a girl came in.
She was pretty in a heavy way, but
on her face he saw the marks of sor-
row. It was pale and haggard; the
eyes looked as though she had been
recently weeping.
"Miss Magda Grayne?" he asked,
rising as she came in.
She nodded.
"Are you from the police ?" she
asked quickly.
"Not exactly the police," he cor-
rected 'carefully. "I hold am-er—
an appointment in the office of the•
Public Prosecutor, which is analogous
to, but distinct from, a position in the -
Metropolitan Police Force."
She frowned, and then:
"I wondered if anybody would come
to see me," she said. "Mr. Green•
sent you?"
"Mr. Green told me of your exist-
ence: he did not send me."
There came to her face in that sec-
ond a look which almost startled him.
Only for a fleeting space of time, the
expression had dawned and passed
almost before the untrained eye could]
detect its passage.
("I was expecting somebody for
-come," she said. Then: "What made•
him do it?" she asked.
(Continued next week.)
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