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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1929-07-19, Page 7• Oft`ii WkZ1 lir,,gto MailittA4s1 51.4-trogto. se • tedziererent \slesCi'l 704 euhteele CZ•nd 44,11r4 rigkitilORIteXecruaelfrn =6 Wen 4feleaha ltaSC,It kia. , At 0411111i 1111=Ral Monday le 11 sow to 8. 5.m. liktorloo ftmet„ Sotath., Strattams4 echnetioad. A gl " RilIn'URE SPEC/IA/14MT' • Rept:ere, Varicocele, Varicoei Veins, A.ladommal Weakness, Spinal Defame - City. Consultation F. Can ee write. J. G. SMITH, BritiElk -41011- Qum eecialist, 15 Dowille t Sam*. 00ad, Ont. ii202-42 11,124.A.114 Mg= ND. 921 SOHN 3. ZUGGARID harrireter, Solicitor, Notary Public, Eta ttiS rloois Seaforth, Ont. ee f IL a. HAYS Tearrister, 'Solidi:tor,. Conveyancer lTetary Publiic. ,Solici •r for t ee =annum- Bank. *ace in Dear of the up,. racon Bank &agorae Mentey to al:az. - assr IS @aweisters, Solicitors, Couveyan- gaze ao, Notaries Public, Etc. Office lie the Edge Building, opposite The liliesemaitor Oiece. c.., VIKTIERIINARY SOHN GRITEVE, V.S. Howe graduate of Ontario Veterin- see College. All diseases of domestic ,h ,s treated. Calls promptly at - (lauded to and charges moderate. Vet - canary Dentistry a specialty. Office eand residence on Goderich Street, one dew? eact of Dr. Mackay's Ones, Sea - ken. A. R. CAIYIP ewe, V.S. Greeluate of Ontario Veterinary &allege, University of Toronto. All E2neasre.s of domestic animals treated le_g the most modern principles. aeges reasonable. Day or night calla promptly attended to. Office on Wm Street, Hensel)°, opposite Town Mall. Phone 116. MEDICAL DR. W. C. SPROAT Graduate of Faculty of Medicine, Vallversity of Western Ontario, Lon - dere. Member of College of Physic - llama and Surgeons of Ontario. Office las Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St., eseaforth. Phone 90. Dr. R. P. 11. DOUGALL Honor graduate of Faculty of redicine and Master of Science, Uni- versity of Western Ontario, London. ;Member of College of Physicians and fauweeons of Ontario. Office, 2 doors =let of post office. Phone 56, Hensall, Ontario. a004-tf DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY ayfield. Graduate Dublin, University, Ire- land. Late Extern Assistant Master Bottanda Hospital for Women and. Clhildren, Dublin. Office at residence lately occupied by Mrs. Parsons. gd airs, 9 to 10 a.m., 6 to 7 p.m.; tazsadays, 1 to 2 p.m. 2866-26 o. DR. 1F. J. BURROWS Office and residence Goderich Street, emit of the Methodist Church, Sea- 2earth. Phone - 46. Coroner for the County of Huron. IDR. C. MACKAY C. Mackay, honor graduate of Trin- ' flay University, and gold medallist of icFrinity Medical College; member of ate College of Physicians and Sur- aeons of Ontario. 1 DR. H. HUGH ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto 7aculty of Medicine, member of Col- 1 liege of Physicians ad Surgeons of intario; pass graduate courses in , Chicago Clinical School of Chicago ; 1 loyal Ophthalmic Hospital, London, Wingland; University Hospital, Lon- ' don. England. Office—Back of Do- tasiaLon Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5. ' Night calls answered from residence, ' VIlatioria Street, Seaforth. DR. J. A. MUNN i Successor to Dr. R. R. a las i Graduate of Northwestern Univers- ..: My, Chicago, Ill. Licentiate Royal 1 College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. *lace over Sills' Hardware, IVIain St., , Gasforth. Phone 151. 1 I DR. F. J. BECEIELY t Graduate Royal College of Dental Ourgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R. t Elzeith's Grocery, Main Street, Sea- 1 Corth. Phones: Office, 185 W; resi- 1 &ace, 185J. 8055-tf I I CONSULTING ENGINEER f S. W. Archibald, B.A.Sc. (Tor.), OEL.S., Registered Professional En- 1 glamor and Land Surveyor. Associate c Member Engineering Institute of Can- r ads. Oece Seaforth, Ontario. 1 l s AUCTIONRIFIRS TD3I0MAS BROWN r Licensed :•uctdoneer for the counties t e2 euron :nd Perth. 'Correspon.' :nee e arrangements for sale dates can he , eme ore by calling The Expositor Once, Seaforth. Charges moderate, an d 2 cotisfaction guaranteed. PHONE SOS i I 0 ( OSCAR KLOPP £ Honor Graduate Carey Jones' Na- 1 clonal School of Auctioneering, Chi- c ongo. Special course taken in Pure aired nave Stock, Real Eetate, Mar- s ehandiae and Farce Salsa Ratan in i Neerping Ind*, prevailing market. Sot - (Ideation assured. Write or 7.'1170, 0aear Mope, Zurich, Oat. Plme, /12-22. earet-52 1 c lil T. ILUMMIt Li4n.used enelionssr t.a. ft CIST1247 tog Huron. Seloatteasel=t lei iin all garte of the aentileg, 'Seem peer& oat- , resat:me in Nateitobees •eta Ze..eN 'Me -Schee 1 Team %%MO ranneranreire, neer No. E e7e r 11, Mega', egentralia P.O. tt:', .. Mo. I. Ordern loft ot Thi 0 I:117,20N,, M;t4me ClawD Etatvato 9V001,45V m 1 mcytici, By =GAR WALLA= "The criminal Milsd is a Peculiar thing," he said., adth a Eden. "It baa - bolero illusions and fairy ateries. For- ttmately, I understand that ee.ised. A.s have often said --a-'" 114I THE TROUPE There was a quietude and sedate- ness about the Public Proeecutoeu of. ee ve *eh 'completely haranonized with the tastes and inclinations of Mr. J. G. Reeder. For he was a gentle - an who liked to work in an oace where the ticking of a clock was audible and the turning of a paper produced a gentle disturbance. He had before him one morning the typewritten catalogue of Messrs. Win leby, the eminent estate agents, and' he was turning the leaves with , a thoughtful expression. The catalogue was newly arrived, a messenger hav- ing only a few minutes before placed the portfolio on his desk. Presently he smoothed down a leaf and read again the flattering descrip- tion of a fairly unimportant property, and' his scrutiny was patently a waste of time, for, scrawled on the margin of the sheet in red ink was the word "Let," which meant that "Riverside Bower" was not available for hire. The irik was smudged, and "Let" had been obviously written that morning "Humph!" said Mr. Reed r. He was interested for nany reas- ons. In the heat of July riverside houses are at a premium: at the' be- ginning of November they are some- what of a drug on the market. And ransatlantic visitors do not as a rule ire riverside cottages in a month hich is chiefly distinguished by mists, ain and general discomfort. "Two reception: two bedrooms: ath, large dry cellars, lawn to riv- r, small skiff and punt. Gas and el- ectric light. Three guineas weekly or would be let for six months at two guineas." He pulled his table telephone to• ards him and gave the agents' num- er. "Let, is it—dear me! To an Ameri- an gentleman? When will it be vailable?" The new tenant had taken the ouse for a month. Mr. Reeder was ven more intrigued, though his in- erest in the "American gentleman" as not quite as intensive as the meeican gentleman's interest in Mr. eeder. When the great Art Lomer came on business trip from Canada to Lon - on, a friend and admirer carried hirr if one day to see the principal sight f London. "He generally comes out at lunch me," said the friend, who was called Cheep," because his name was Spar - w. Mr, Lomer looked up and down Vaitehall disparagingly, for he had en so many cities of the world that one seemed as good as the others. "There he is!" whispered Cheep; ough there was no need for znys- ry or confidence. A middle-aged man had conic out one of the narrow doorways of a rge gray building. On his head was high, flat -crowned hat, his body was ghtly encased in a black frock coat. weakish man with yellowy -white de -whiskers and eyeglasses, that ere nearer to the end than the be- nning of his nose. "Him?" demanded the amazed Art. "Him," said the other, incorrectly t with emphasis. "Is that the kind of guy you're ared about? You're crazy. Why, at man couldn't catch a cold! Now, ck home in Taonto----" Art was proud of his home town, d in that spirit of expansiveness hich paints even the unpleasanr atures of One's Own with the most tractive hues, he had even a good ord to say about the Royal Caned - n Police—a force which normally, d in a local atmosphere, he held in e greatest detestation. Art "operated"—he never employed baser word—from Toronto, which, its proximity to Buffalo and the nited States border, gave him cer- in advantages. He had once "oper- d" in Canada itself, but his line at at period being robbery of a kind hich is necessarily accompanied by sault, he had found himself facing Canadian magistrate, and a Canad- n magistrate wields extraordinary wers. Art bad been sent down for e years and, crowning horror, was dered to receive twenty -'five lashes th a whip which has nine tails, each e of which hurts. Thereafter he cut t violence and confined himself to e formation of his troupe—and Art mer's troupe was famous from the tlantic to the Pacific. He had been plain Arthur Lomer hen he was rescued from the Lon - n gutter and a career of crime and nt to Canada, the charitable ethori- s being under the impression that anada was rather short on juvenile iminals. By dint of great artful- ess, good stage management and a tural aptitude for acquiring easy oney, he had gained for himself a ngalow on the islands, a flat in urch Street, a six -cylinder car an.] New England accent which would ss muster in almost any place ex - pt New England. "I'll tell the world you fellows want eking up! So that's your Reeder? ell, if Canada and the United States as full of goats like him, I'd pack ore dollars in one month than Flolly- od pays Chaplin in ten years. Yes, Listen, does that guy park a ck?" 4) • V0 4440 Ittaeger1W4g'00 . 4 1:1114*41',00454V414144***irM1 '4C1 Mae whoa ia ntrealece Man bel 4glereb gaipt hiea. "Ixtmoe me, oir," field tho, otrau,l, or. "Net a a," ,qoreurorod I.Boul- ez 1r watch is tare mbar* faote, you can See the ecurrect tine ley gig gen," Lomer felt 4 hand ''.1;P into s coat packet, awn like one hypnotized, the Watch go heel to 47. G, Reeder'S pocket. , "Over here r long?" asked Reeder pleasantly. "Why--yesd' "It's a nig? time of the year." aar Reeder removed his eyeglasses, rub- bed them feebly on his sleeve arid re- placed them crookedly. "gut the country is not quite so beautiful as Canada the fall. How is Leoni?" Art Lomer did not faint; he =ey- ed slightly and blinked hard, as if he were trying to wake up. Leoni was the proprietor of that little restaur- ant in Bu alo which was the advaac- ed base of those operations so pro• fitable to Art and his friends. "Leo*? Say, mister--" "And the troupe—are they per- forming in England or--er—restin? I think that is the word." Art gaped at the other. On .Mr. Reederas face was an expression of solicitude and inquiry. It was as though the well-being of the troupe was an absorbing preoccupation. "Say listen—" began Art husk- ily. Before he could collect his thoughts, Reeder was crossing the road with nervous glances left ana right, his umbrella gripped tightly in his hand. "I guess Pm crazy," said Mr. Lomer, and walked back very slowly to where he had left his anxious cicerone. "No—he got away before I could touch him," he said briefly, for he had his pride. "Come along, we'll get some eats, it's nearly twel " He put his hand to his pocket, but his watch was gone! So also was the expensive platinum albert. Mr. Reeder could be heavily jocular on oc- casions. "Art Lomer—is there anything a- gainst him?" asked the Director of Public Prosecutions, whose servant Mr. J. G. Reeder was. "No, sir, there is no complaint here. I have come into—er—possession of a watch of his, which I find, by ref- erence to my private file, was stolen in Cleveland in 1921—it is in the po- lice file of that date. Only—um—it seems remarkable that this gentleman should be in London at the end of the tourist season." The Director pursed his lips dub- iously. "M—m. Tell the people at the Yard. He doesn't belong to us. What is his speciality?" "He is a troupe 'leader—I think that is the term. Mr. Lomer was once associated with a theatrical company 'n--er—a humble capacity." "You mean he is an actor?" asked the puzzled Director. "Ye -es, sir; a producer rather than actor. I have heard about his troupe tharagh I have never had the pleasure of seeing them perform. A talented company." He sighed heavily and shook his head. "I don't quite follow you about the troupe. How did his watch come in- to your possession, Reeder?" Mr. Reeder nodded. "That was a little jest on my part," he said, lowering his voice. "A little jest." The Director knew Mr. Reeder too well to pursue the subject. Lomer was living at the Hotel Cal - fort, in Bloomsbury. He occupied an mportant suite, for, being in the posi- tion of a man who was after big fish he could not cavil at the cost of the ground bait. The big fish had bitten much sooner than Art Lomer had dar- ed to hope. Its name was Bertie Claude Steffen, and the illustration was apt for there was something very fishlike about this young man with his dull eyes and his permanently op• ened mouth. Bertie's father -was rich beyond the dreams of actresses. He was a pot- tery manufacturer, who bought cot- ton mills as a side -line, and he had made so much money that he never hired a taxi if he could take a bus, and never took abus if he could walk. In this way he kept his liver (to which he frequently referred) in good order and hastened the degener- ation of his heart. Bertie Claude had inherited all his father's meanness and such of his money as was not left to faithful ser- vants, orphan homes and societies for promoting the humanities, which meant that Bertie inherited almost every penny. He had the weak chin and sloping forehead of an undevelop- ed intellect, but he knew there were twelve pennies to a shilling and that one hundred cents equalled one dol- lar, and that is more knowledge than the only sons of millionaires usually acquire. He had one quality which few would suspect in him: the gift of romantic dreaming. When Mr. Steffen was not occupied in cutting down overhead charges or speeding up production, he loved to sit at his ease, a cigarette between his lips, his eyes half closed and picture himself in heroic situa- tions. Thus, he would imagine dark caves stumbled upon by accident, fill- ed with dusty boxes bulging with treasure; or he saw himself at Deau- ville Casino. with immense piles of mille notes before him, won from fab- ulously rich Greeks, Armenians — in fact, anybody who is fabulously rich Most of his dreams were about money in sufficient quantities to repay him for the death chit* on his father's estate which had ,been iniquitously wrung from him by thieving revenue officers. He was a very rich man, but ought to be richer—this was his con- sidered view. His guide was a little dazed. When Bertie Claude arrived at the "Does he wear st watch,? Sure!" Calfort Hiotel and was sheen), into Mr. Art Loiter nodded. Art's private sitting -room, he stepped 'Wait, ---r11 'bring it back to you in into a world of heady romance. For e minutes—Pm goin' to shove you the big table in the centre of the room was eovered with specimens of quartz rt was the maddest fool thing he of every grade, and they had been re- d ever done in his life; he was in eorvered from a brand-new mine lo ndon on business, and was jeopard- cated by Asst'mythieel brother and ng a million dollars for the Rake of sited at a spot which was known only reseeseee ,• ' ',„ . e' , 2' thi 41°11tra'brar,Wit eeeaee 040; bilopoNvinho v9 JL4Pr friend 0% ,Deltee ohgrag. 4potlyihis repo; aPtAd4 1Pnu411 e e :001npae/ it, but Kr. Stat gaiseit#:Parnitte,Iituaes. "Z thiols erelet ZMeiri's and it is une neeefisareA for me tai you; that 11 do not Wend; ageglating a dollar in this mine. :pOing up no ey. What rat pro004'ed to do is ta. use mer i ueleca in the Promotion for a quid pro quo. Tem know what 'that metana?" "'Somothiug tur,Pol;.bing!" said Art rely and in this instance was net entir wide of the murk, "Well, no --stock ia the compels Maybe PR take a dieectorship lia when the money is lip and everythel is plain sailing. I dean lend my an to a—well, unknown quantity." Art agreed, "My friend has put up the money he said easily. 44If that guy had a other hundred dollars he'd have the money in the world—he's t rich. Stands to reason, Mr. Staffe that I wouldn't come over here tryi to get money from a gentleman w is practically a stranger. We met Canada—sure we did! But what yeti know about me? I might be o large crook—I might be a con man anything!" Some such idea had occurred to Be tie Claude, but the very frankness We, friend dispelled something of h suspicions. "I've often wondered since w you must have thought of me, sitti in a game with that bunch of thugs Art went on, puffing a reflective ciga "Bit I guess you said to yourse 'This guy is a man of the world—he gotta mix.' An' that's true. these Canadian mining camps yo horn in with some real tough boys— yes, sir. They're sumphf fierce." "I quite understood the position, said Eertie Claude, who hadn't. flatter myself I know men. If haven't shown that in `Homo Sum then I've failed in expression." "Sure," said Mr. Lomer lazily, an added aeotheas "Sure!" to ram hon the firsf. "That's a pretty good book When you give it to me at King Ed ward Hotel I thought it was sump'n about arithmetic. But 'tis might good poetry, every line startin' wit big letters an' the end of every lin sounding like the end word in th line before. I said to my secretary 'That Mr. Steffen must have a brain. How you get the ideas beats me That one about the princess wh comes out of a clam—" "An oyster—she was the embodi ment of the pearl," Bertie hastened to explain. "You mean 'The White Maiden'?" Lomer nodded lazily. "That was grand. I never read poetry till I read that; it just made me want to cry like a great big fool. If I had your gifts I wouldn't be loaf - in' round Ontario prospecting. No sir." "It is a gift," said Mr. Steffen af- ter thought. "You say you have the money for the company?" "Every cent. I'm not in a position to offer a single share-Lthat's true_ Not that you need to worry about that. I've reserved a few frons pro- motion. No, sir, I never had any in- tention of allowing you to pay a cent. He knocked off the ash of his cigar and frowned. "You've been mighty nice to me, Mr. Steffen," he said slowly, "and though I don't feel called upon to tell every man my business, you're such a square white fellow that I feel sort of con- fident about you. This mine means nothing." Bertie Claude's eyebrows rose. "I don't quite get you," he said. Art's smile was slow and a little sad. "Doesn't it occur to you that if I've got the capital for that property, it was foolish of me to take a trip to Europe?" Bertie had certainly wondered why. "Selling that mine was like selling bars of gold. It didn't want any do- ing; I could have sold it if I'd been living in the Amaganni Forest. No, sir, Pw I'm here on business thatwould make your hair stand up if you knew." He rose abruptly and paced the room with quick, nervous strides, his brow furrowed in thought. "You're a whale of a poet," he said suddenly_ "Maybe you've got more imagination than most people. What does the mine mean for me? A few hundred thousand dollars' profit." He shrugged his shoulders. "What are you doing on Wednesday?" The brusqueness of the question took Bertie Claude aback. "On Wednesday? Well, I don't know that I'm doing anything." Mr. Lomer bit his lips thought- fully. "I've got a little house on the river. Come down and spend a night with me, and I'll let you into a secret that these newspapers would give a million dollars to know. If you read it in a book you wouldn't 'believe it. May - he one day you can write it. It would take a man with your imagination to put it over. Say, I'll tell you now," And then, with some hesitation, Mr. Lamer told his story. "Politics, and all that, I know noth- ing about. There has been a sort of revolution in Russia hy all accounts, and queer things have been happen - in'. I'm not such a dunce that I don't know that. 'My interest in Russia was about the same as yours in Pik- etown, Saskatchewan. But 'about six months ago I got in touch iwith a couple of iRusskis. They carneeaout of the United States in a hurry, with a sheriff's posse behind them, and I happened to be staying on a farm near the border when thea turned up. And what do you think they'd been doing?" Mr. Steffen shook his head. Y. ter, me ,P4 all hat ho in do ons Or r- of is hat n' ,91 r. 12, 's n 11 ' d e e e 0 "Peddling emeralds," said the other soberly. "Emeralds? Peddlings? What do you mean—Lying to sell emeralido?" Art nodded. "Yes, sir. One h a paper bag full of ka, nill oio. oo. 1 bought the lot for tWelve thoefsaald dells, took 'em down to Vrorito and got them valued t eormething makes a million &llama • Bertie Claude was lie ninff open- e'aaanaadaaa . eee• • AY $41•nkifi 4 r4or$,, E.iletOggV,04 64: Chrlf$kriwhile44,11,0. deAgn, -is a dilstinct departure fro:433'ri�i oerormne. 4. They recoanize m Chrysler, fmr; . • • ! enoleering ii revplutiorwrif 44 the develaPale0' Or. HO When an unknownmotor car sets as Chrysler did—to grasp the leadership of a great industry, and with the speed of a meteor, sweeps to a foremost posi- tion' mni popularity and sales, it must possess extraordinary Ruality and ability. When the first Chrysler car was placed on exhibition five years ago, the whole industry looked in amazement at velsat Walter P. Chrysler had accomplished, ithin four years, Chrysler had leaped to third place in the industry. How has Chrysler done it? What is the secret of this success? Simply that Chrysler gave in the beginning—each year since has given increasingly—and ee teglay gives la Still geeairer MeeSieree* not only a filer grade' of baoic quality hut a higher order of permanceo beauty, stylporer, aceleratiouo. saf49 co Dm on—n at most reasonaMe prices. Such weenig suCcess must prove inevitably to the buyer of a aarysiercaz today that be can conant on the most advanced, the soundest, the safest and the most satisfying motor transportation his money can coas-ingmol. Leins prove these facto in ademonstmtion. CHRYSILED"75"-611.985 20305--1EiighttBooly Styles. Clt-EitYSILS12. "65"--e1$1325 to $1440— She Body. Styles. 411prices jr. o. b. '11'imisorp Oratorio, socludisv standard facpory equipoorae ffreight awe/ tastes =aro). 3 0 3 CP-42YSLIER MOTORS PRODUCT mo Ament SeEforth OFFICE AT SUPERTEST STATION AND SHOW ROOM THE CANADIANUILT CHRYSLER n1, FOR CANADIANS mouthed. "These fellows had come from Mos- cow. They'd been peddlin' jewellery for four years. Some broken down Prince was acting as agent for the other swells -1 didn't ask questions too closely, because naturally l'm not inquisitive." He leant forward and tapped the other's knee to emphasize his words. "The stuff I bought wasn't a twen- tieth of their stock. I sen e them back to Russia for the rest of tk loot, and they're due here next week." "Twenty million dollars!" gasped Bertie Claude. "What will it cost you?" "A million dollars—two hundred thousand pounds. Come down to my place et Marlow, and I'll show you the grandest emeralds you ever saw —all that I've got left, as a matter of fact. I sold the biggest part to a Pittsburg millionaire for—well, I won't give you the price, because you'll think I robbed him! If you like any stone you see—why, I'll let you buy it, though I don't want to sell. Natur- ally, I couldn't make profit out of a friend." Bertie Claude listened, dazed, while his host catalogued his treasures with an ease and a shrewd sense of ap- praisement. When Mr. Steffen let his friend's room, his head was in a whirl, though he experienced a be- wildered sense of familiarity with a situation which had often figured in his dreams. As he strode through the hall, he saw a middle-aged man with a flat- topped felt hat, but beyond noticing that he wore a ready-made cravat, that his shoes were square -toed and that he looked rather like a bailiff's officer, Bertie Claude would have pass- ed him, had not the old-fashioned gen- tleman stood in his way. "Excuse me, sir. You're Mr. Stef- fen, are you not" "Yes," said Bertie shortly. "I wonder if I could have a few moinnts' conversation with you on— er—a matter of some moment?" Bertie waved an impatient hand. "I've no time to see anybody," he said brusquely. "If you want an ap- pointment you'd better write for it." And he walked out, leaving the sad - looking man to gaze pensively after him. Mr. Lomer's little house was an is- olated stone bungalow between Mar- low and the Quarry Wood, and if he had sought diligently, Mr. Isomer could not have found a property more suitable for his purpose. Bertie Claude, who associated the river with sunshine and flannelled ease, shivered as he came out of the railway sta- tion and looked anxiously up at the grey sky. It was raining steadily, and the station cab that was waiting for him dripped from every surface. "Pretty beastly month to take a bungalow on the river," he grumbled. Mr. Lomer, who was not quite cer- tain in his mind what was the ideal month for riverside bungalows, a- greed. "It suits me," he said. "This house of mine has got the right kind of lonesomeness. I just hate having people looking over me." The road from the station to the house followed parallel with the line of the river, Staring out of the streaming windows, Mr. Staffera saw only the steel -grey of water and the damp grasses of the meadows through which the road ran. A quarter e an hour's drive, however, brought them to a pretty little cottage which stood in a generous garden. A bright fire burnt in the hall fire -place, and there was a general air of cosiness and comfort about the place that revived Bertie's flagging spirits. A few sec- onds later they were sitting in a half- thnhered dining room, where tea had been laid. Atmosphere has an insensible ap- peal to most people, and Bertie found himself impressed alike by the snug- ness of the place and the unexpected service, for there was a trim, pretty waiting maid, a sedate, middle-aged butler, and a sober -faced young man in footman's livery, who had taken off his wet mackintosh and had rub- bed his boots dry before he entered the dining -room. "No, the house isn't mine: it is one I always hire when I'm in England," said Mr. Lomer, who never told a small and unnecessary lie; because small and unnecessary lies are so easily detected. "Jenkins, the butler, is my man, so is the valet; the other people I just hired with the house." After tea he showed Bertie up te his bedroom, and, opening a drawer of his bureau, took out a small steel box, fastened with two locks. These he unfastened and lifted out a shal- low metal tray covered with a layer of cotton -wool. "You can have any of these that take your eye," he said. "Make me an offer and I'll tell you what they're worth." He rolled back the cotton -wool and revealed six magnificent stones. "That one?" said Mr. Lomer, tak- ing the largest between his finger and thumb. "Why that's worth six thousand dollars—about twelve hun- dred pounds. And if you offered me that sum for it, I'd think you were a fool, because the only safe way of getting emeralds is to buy 'em fifty per cent. under value. I reckon that cost me about"—he made a mental calculation—"ninety pounds." Bertie's eyes shone. On emeralds he was something of an expert, and that these stones were genuine, he knew. "You wouldn't like to sell it for ninety pounds?" he asked carelessly. Art Lomer eilook his head. "No, sir. I've gotta make some profit even from my friends! let you have it for a hundred." Bertie's hand sought his inside pocket. "No, I don't want paying now. What do you know about emeralds anyway? They might he a clever fake. Take it up to town, show it to an expert "Pll give you the cheque now" "Any time will do." Art wrapped up the stone carefully, put it in a small box and handed it to his companion. "That's the only one I'm going to sell," he explained as he led the way back to the dining -roam. Bertie went immediately to the small secretaire, wrote the cheque and, tearing it out, handed it to Mr. Lom- er. Art looked at the paper and frowned. "Why, what do I do with this?" he asked. "I've got no bank account here. AII my money's in the Associ- ated Express Company." "Pll make it .'pay bearer,'" said Bertie Still Mr. Lomer was dubious. "Just write a note telling the Presi- dent, or whoever he is, to cash that little bit of paper. 1 hate Inks aaer- way." The obliging Bertie Claude aeriabled the necessary note. When this' was, done, Bertie came to busines, for he was a business man. "Can I come in on this jewel deal?" Art Lomer shook his head reluct- antly. "Sorry, Mr. Staffen, but that's al- most impossible. I'll be quite frank with you, because I believe in straight- forward dealing. When you ask to come in on that transaction, you're just asking me for money!" Bertie made a faint noise of pro- test. "Well, that's a mean way of putting it, but it comes to the same thing. I've taken all the risk, I've organized the operation—and it's cost money to get that guy out of Russia: aeroplanes • and special trains and everything. I just hate to refuse you, because I like you, Mr. Staffen. Maybe if there's any little piece to which you might take a fancy, Pll let you have it at a reasonable price." Bertie thought for a moment, his busy mind at work. "What has the deal cost you up to now?" he asked. Again Mr. Lomer shook his head. "It doesn't matter what it's cost me —if you offered me four times the amount of money I've spent—and that would be a considerable sum—it could not let you in on this deal. I might go so far as giving you a small in- terest, but I wouldn't take 'money for that." "We'll talk about it later," said Bertie, who never lost hope. The rain had ceased and the setting sun flooded the river with pale gold,. and Bertie was walking in the garden with his host, when from somewhere above them came the faint hum of an aeroplane engine. 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