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XXI Mr. John Stott;had discovered to his gratification that the association of his name with the Trasmere case had enhanced, rather than detracted from his social standing. It is true that the newspapers, having long ceased to take •the slightest interest in the murder, seemed oblivious to the part he had played, or the startling dis- covery which he had to his credit, but a more important Circle of public opinion, that circle which met daily at Toby's and discussed an expensive lunch and such matters of public in- terest as deserved attention, had ap• plauded Mr. 'Sott's decision to place in the hands of the police authorities the information which, up to that moment, had been confined to some twenty commercial gentlemen, their wives, their wives' families, their servants, the servants of their wives' families, the families of the servants, to say nothing of personal friends of all and each, their servants and at- tachments. "So far as I am concerned, the mat- ter is ended," said MT. Stott one day at Toby's. "The police have behaved very .shabbily. II have neither been thanked by the Commissioners nor their underlings." It is true that Mr. Stott had never expected thanks; it is true that he had expected a long term of imprison- ment, and had shivered every time the door bell rang lest the callers be min- ions of the law, armed with warrants for his arrest. It is true that he had dismissed and re-engaged Eline at least twice a day, for having dragged him into this unenviable position. He had expected, at least, the severest censure - and condemnation from all those who had to do with the admin- istration of the law, but he had never expected a vote of thanks. "I told this fellow Carver," said Mr. Stott, "and Carver, I might say in passing, is one of those thick- headed, unimaginative men that have made the police force what it is -I told him, 'Don't ever expect any fur- ther information from me. If you do you will 'be disappointed.'" "What did Carver say'?" asked one of his fascinated audience. Mr. Stott shrugged his brad shoul- ders, "What could Carver says?" he ask- ed enigmatically, and nobody seemed to be able to supply an answer on the spur of the moment. "In my opinion," said Mr. Stott im- pressively, "if a business man had had charge of this case, we should have had the murderer by the heels and executed by this time!" Here every one of the business men at the long table was in complete agreement. They shared a common faith that a man who can make money by selling sugar, or can ac- quire a competence by trading in mar- gins, must necessarily be the best type of mind to tackle every prob• tem however obscure. It was their wont to shake their heads sadly at every mistake that administration made, and hypothesise the same sit- uation if business men had been in control. It was accepted, without dis- pute, that no government or govern- ment department came up to the busi- ness man's standard of requirements. "They had their chance and they missed it," said Mr. Stott, "when the Chinaman and the woman were in the house and T was looking them -well, I was practically holding them the police could have caught the whole gang if they had arrived in time. As it was, they allowed them to slip through their fingers. I hate to say, so, though it has struck me since, that probably the police were in it!" "In the house'?" asked a foolish man. "No," snapped Mr. Stott, "in the plot, man! Anyway, hve washed my hands of the whole affair." Mr. Stott was in the habit of wash- ing his hands of the whole affair twice a day, once at lunch and once after dinner. He washed his hands that night to his placid wife, not only of the Trasmerd case, but of Eline's tooth; and he washed them with such effect on Eline herself, that she re- luctantly agreed to have the offend- ing ivory extracted on the following morning, . She did this after making the most searching inquiries as to whether peo- ple told their more intimate secrets when they were under the effects of anaesthetics. 'Mr. Stott went up to bed at eleven o'clock, had a bath, and got into his pyjamas. The night was warm -in- deed it was oppressively hot, and bed was very uninviting. He opened the French Window of his room and, step- ping out on to the small balcony, he seated himself in a cane chair which occupied exactly one half of the bal- cony space, and enjoyed what little breeze there was. Hits partner hav- ing gone to bed to sleep, was behav- ing according to plan. Mr. Stott re- mained contemplating the deserted street, and then crept downstairs and brought back his cigar case. b for half an e He smoked enjoyably J Y Y hour, watched the Menders return from the theatre, and duly noted that Mr. Tear -min who lived three doors away from him, returned home in a state of intoxication and offered to fight the cabman for his fare. He saw old Pursuer's car stop at "Fleming- ton,' and when these interests were exhausted, and his cigar was nearly through, he Saw two men walking slowly toward him along the opposite side -walk. He failed to identify them and had 'ceased to 'be interested in their movements when they turned into the gateway of Mayfield. Instantly Mr. Stott was alert, They l+Yitktl�,vi�l bYk.";:Cn lt'!i, might be police officers, only - the sound of a large voice came to him: "Leet me tell you, my dear fellow, that Wellington Brown is a good friend' and a bad enemy!." Mr. Stott nearly fainted. Welling ton Brown- The man whose. portrait had been in the newspapers; the man for whom the 'police were searching! The other said something in a rvoice which did not reach the balcony. "I am not threatening," said the strident voice of Wellington Brown. They walked up the steps to the door of Mayfield and disappeared from view. Mr. Stott rose with knees that trembled. In the shortest space of time he was at the telephone. Car- ver's number he knew; he had been on to him several times in connection with the unfortunate little disagree- ment he had had with the police. But Carver's number was out of order. The operator could not get any reply she said. Strong as was Mr. Stott's repug- nance to assist the police in the law- ful execution of their duty, he dashed back to his 'bedroom, pulled on his trousers over his pyjama -legs, and with trembling fingers buttoned him- self up. There was no time to get into boots, and it was in his bedroom slippers that he shuffled down the street in search of a cab, looking back fearfully from time to time, lest the mysterious men who had entered May- field should be upon his track with murder in their hearts. After an unconscionable time a taxi cab came past and Mr. 'Stott flung himself into the interior. "Central Police Station," he ,gasp- ed, "quick! Double fare if you get me there in ten minutes." He knew that was the usual thing to say in such circumstances. As even a slow taxi could have covered the distance in five, Mr. Stott's in- structions were misplaced. "They're at it again," he quivered as he fell into Carver's arms. XXII "At what again?" asked Carver quickly. "Mayfield,' gurgled Mr. Stott; "two nien!" 'Two men have gone into Mayfield? When?" "I don't know how long ago. I sari; nem. One was Brown." "Wol,ington Brown? Are you sure?" "1 heard him speak," said the agi- tated Mr. Stott; "I'll swear to it in a court of low. I was sitting on the balcony smoking a cigar, a box which a friend of mine has given to me - perhaps you know Morrison of the Morrison Gold Corporation+-" But Garver had gone back into the station with a rush, to reappear al- most immediately. He bund'ed Tab into a taxi and shot a direction at the driver. "I had to go back to get our own key,' ho said, "and-" he took cometh'its from his coat pocket and fab hen rd the snick of an automatic jacket 'being pulled badk. "Unless this man is suffering from delusions, we are going to see developments to- night, 'Tab." He looked back through the peep- hole at the back of the cab. The other taxi was following at a distance. "I 'brought out every available man, he said. "I wonder if they found room for Stott? Anyway, he can walk," he added cruelly. Mayfield was in darkness when the cab drove up to the gate. Carver sprang out, ran across the concrete yard and up the steps to the door with Tab at his heels. He flashed a pocket lamp upon the key -hole, flung the door wide open as the second cab drew up at the gate to discharge half a dozen police officers in various stag- es of attire. The hall was in darkness, but they had the lights on in a second and Carver ran into the sitting -room. The door leading to the vault was open. "Oh!" said Carver thoughtfully. He came back to give instructions to his posse, and then, followed by Tab, he went down the stone steps and along the corridor. The door of the vault was closed and locked and the room was unlighted. Carver felt in his pocket, took out the duplicate key --'that upon which Walters had worked so industriously -and snapped back the lock. A touch from his thumb and the vault was flooded with light. He paused in the open doorway and looked. Wellington Brown was lying face downward in the centre of the room, blood was flowing from under him, and on the table, in the exact centre, was the key of the vault! Carver picked it up. There was no doubt about it; the old blood -stain was still upon it, and he looked blankly at his companion. "Well, what do you think of that, Tab?" he asked in a hushed voice. Tab did not reply. 'He was stand- ing just inside the doorway looking down at his feet, and between his feet was something, the sight of which deprived him of speech. He stooped slowly and picked it up, laying it up- on the palm of his hand. "Another new pin," said the detec- tisve thoughtfully. "This time, in- side!" A thorough search of the house failed to discover the second man. He must have made his escape just be- fore the police arrived, for the smoke of the pistol's explosion still hung in the vaulted roof. When the doctor's came and the body was Moved Tab spoke what was in his mind. "Carver, I have been a fool," he said quietly. "We ought to have been able to prevent this; we should liaise done if I had only remembered," "'What?" asked 'Carver, arousing fIf11L 1HK,SI'd KIII "Sorea'II ae u! **s, to'),• moutats l4Ft ra lailed.to he(1, �x a Spools-Sslva'tfeaied themi$3etvdRiga,;'/ �uilflfls nigra. "suothr Salva+�' #seals A eg,'T1iCe> s, boils, burns, scalds, !II noragans. All drugglatw. himself from thoughts which did not seem to be partieulariy .pleasant, •to ;judge from his .expression. "That key was in Rex's 'brook. I re- member now thaty he .mentioned..casu- ally that he put it in"his trunk before he went away." Carver nodded. "I guessed that;, he said. "Probab- ly we both arrived at that solution when we saw the key on the table. The burglary of your fiat is, of course explained. He came the first time for the key and wis distunfbed by the tenant from the flat beneath, and got away before it had been found. To- night, the need being urgent, he took a chance, found the key, and-" he shrugged. "How did the key get on the table? The door was locked both sides, yet there is the key -and the new pin," ''he added half to himself, "the seoond new pin." He got up and stretched himself and began to pace ,up and down old Trasmere's sitting -room. "No weapon, nothing but the body -and the new pin," he mused, half to himself. "This lets out friend Wal- ters, of course; there isn't a shadow of evidence against him after this second murder. We can hold him for theft on his own confession -hut no more. Tab, I am going down to the vault; I don't want you to come with me. There are one or two things that I want to be certain about. He was gone half an hour, and Tab whose head was throbbing, was glad to see him when he returned. Carver said nothing, walked out in- to the hall where the police constable was sitting. "Nobody is to be allowed into this house unless they are accompanied by me," he' said. He drove Tab to Doughty Street and went up to see the damage that the burglar had done. But he was less interested in the condition of Rex Lander's wardrobe than he was in the torn photographs. He held their bor- ders to the light. "No finger -prints: he wore gloves, of course.. I wondered if -yes, ah, here it is." He pierced together a torn photograph; scrawled on the face was a heavy black cross. "Yes, I expected that" he said to himself. "If I were you, Tab, I should put the bolt on the door to -night, I don't want to alarm you unduly, but I rather think you should. The Man in Black is going to stop at nothing. Have yout,got a gun?" Tab shook his head, and Carver slippedthe automatic from his pock- et and laid it on the table. "Borrow mine," he said; "and take my considered advice -do not hesitate to shoot anybody you find in this flat, or in your room. to -night." • "You are a cheerful little soul, Car- ver?" "Better be cheerful than dead," said the detectilve cryptically, and left him to puzzle it out. XXIII The noise of the roaring presses came up to Tab as he worked in his office. The building shook and trem- bled, for every machine was running with the story of the mystery of Mayfield. 1Slip by slip his copy was rushed' to the linotype roam. Pres- ently the presses would stop and the last city edition would be prepared. He finished at last, pulled the' last sheet from the typewriter, and hunch- ed himself back in the chair. To the detective's warning he gave no serious attention. He was per- fectly satisfied in his 'own mind that the burglar had come to his flat in order to secure the key. The menace was not against himself but against Rex Lander. What was that menace, he wondered. Had the old man some other relative who felt himself wrong- ed when the property passed into the hands of the Babe. 'Hie was confident that the search of his own belongings had been made in order to find some- thing that had to do with Rex. As to the tearing up of his photographs -he grinned at the thought. "I never- did like those pictures, anyway," he said. "Which pictures?" asked the soli- tary reporter in the room. "I am vocalizing my thoughts and unveiling the tablet of my mind," said Tab politely. The late -duty man grinned. "You are a lucky devil," he said, "to be in both these cases. I have been five years on this paper and have neiver had anything more ex- citing than a blackmail case which was hushed up before it went into court. What's that drawing?" "I am trying to draw a plan of the vault and the passage," said Taib. "Was the body found in exactly the same place?" asked the interested re- porter. "Almost," said Tab. "And the key?"" Tb nodded. Is there a window to the vault?" anted the reporter hopefully. Tab shook his head. "If the murderer was a bug he couldn't have got into that vault with- out unlocking the door," he said. As he was speaking the chief came in. He very seldom visited the re- porters' room, and it was unusual to find him at the office at all after el - \)4 LO V E LY11 HANDf Busy hands -at hard tasks day 1 i and day out. Persian Balm keeps the skin soft and pliable. Removes redness and relieves irritation. Atpies ., d L1, 8 • event +o'oloc, . ssnd lie' me dct be a: ta stout moa, Intl?. eaneert�ng hal 1 of a xol atnng eiJses • He woe''� XllFet l tg�:,)a and 1a`ather 1Ca nfesor:,0t3 ofie' phone pMnce, "hCeme irate • Irrty roam,, said ,and Tab obeyed Meekly.. • "The Txaslne a ninrder seem► tori have been •repeated in' every detail," he said. "Halve you found Out where` this man Brown has been?" "I gather that he hasbeen in an opium den of some kind,"; said Tab. "Yeh "The man who owns the: Golden Roof?" asked the editor quickly. "That's • the chap. He- gave us a hint .that that is where Brown bad been staying. The .man was a notor- ious drug fiend." "II understand that two ,menwent into the house together. Nobody saw the second man?"1 "Nobody exeept 'Stott;" said Taib, "and Stott was so sacred that he can- not give us anything like a pieture of either of them. Certainly nobody saw him come out; 'he was gone when we arrived." And the key on the 'table -what does this mean?" Tab made a gesture of despair. "'Of course I know what • it means," said the editor thoughtfully. "It is the murderer's defence, prepared with devilish ingenuity in advance. Don't you realize," he said, seeing that his junior was taken aback by this the- ory, "that before you can convict the man who killed . Trasmere, and pre- sumably also killed Brown, you would have to. prove that it was possible for him to get into the vault and out again, lock the door, and return the key to the table -and that is just what you could not prove." That the murderer had this in his mind was a new possibility to Tab. He had regarded the appearance of the key as a piece of whimsical mysti- fying on the part of the murderer, an act of bravado rather than a serious attempt to salve his own neck in the event of his detention. "Carver says" he began. "I ,know Carver's theory," inter- rupted the chief. 'tHe thinks that the murderer made a mistake in the first instance and intended leaving the pis- tol behind with the idea of conveying the impression that Trasmere com- mitted suicide. He would have been more clever than that; he certainly would not have shot him in the back. No, there is the fact. I was discuss- ing it with a lawyer only last night and he agreed with me. The murder- er who killed those two unfortunate fellows is determined that there shall be no conclusive evidence against him, and there will be none until you can prove how that key came to get on the table after the door had been locked from the outside. "Now, Holland," his manner was 'very serious, "there is certain to be terrible trouble over this crime, and somebody is going to be badly hurt unless the murderer is brought to jus- tice. That somebody will be your friend Carver, who, presumably, is in charge of this case and was in charge of the other. I like Carver," he went on, "but I must join with the hounds that will put him down unless he can give us something more than theories. And you are in it, too" -he tapped Tab's chest with his plump forefinger -"head, heels, and eyebrows! You are in it from my point of view, es- pecially because it is your job to show the police just where they are wrong, and you have had exceptional opportunity. I am not going to say what will happen to you if you don't get the biggest story of your life out of this murder, because I don't believe in threatening a man who may fall down here and come up siniling on another case, and anyway you are too good a man to threaten. But 'we've got to get this crime cleared up, Holland." 'I realize that, sir," said Tab. "And it will be cleared," said the editor, "when you have discovered how that key got on the table. Don't forget that, Holland. Mark that - Puzzle your young brain and get me a solution of that mystery and all the other mysteries will be cleared u Tab knew that Carver was still at Mayfield; he had gone back there af- ter inspecting the rack and ruin left by the burglar in Doughty Street, and Tab went straight on from the office to find as he had expected, that In- spector Carver had by no means com- pleted his investigation. "The pins are different," were his first words. The bright little articles were lying on the table before him, and Tab saw at a glance that one was shorter than the .other. "I wonder if our friend missed it," said Carver. "He must have done so on this occasion, though he probably overlooked the loss on the first mur- der. Anyway, what is a pin more or less;" he added moodily. "Come down to the vault, Tab." The door of the strong room was open and the light burning when Tab went in. Ile looked at the second stain on the floor, and, despite his ex- cellent nerves, shuddered. "No weapon was found -he did not even attempt to fake a suicide." Tab told him then his chief's opin- ion on that matter, and Carver listen- ed with respect and growing interest. "That never occurred to me," he said, "though it is nevertheless a fact that it would be next to impossible to bring the crime home to the man ev- en if we found him in the passage with a smoking revolver in his hand." "In that case," said Tab, "we shall never find him at all." Carver was silent. "I wouldn't go so far as taking that view," he said at last, "but it is cer- tainlygoingto be difficult. There are no finger -prints," he *aid, when Tab looked inquiringly at one of the polished black boxes on the shelf. "Our mysterious Man in Black wore gloves. By the way, 2 am going to keep an officer on duty in the house for a day or two, to discover whether the murderer returns. I have no hope that he will. He turned the light out, locked the wentback door of the vault, and then to .the sitting -room. "This lets out Felling. I think I have made that remark before," sari the detective. "Obviously he Was in- nocent, because at the moment this e Here is a Re erase. book in �n 4i 4 o>i ' ` a.t 4 of the pCopio;;you are til eiy 1 by long' distance,. We will. fill in the N*ERS for you return the book. When you call new names, not` listed in your book, "long ds,"; tance" will tell you the NUM- BERS and you can add them to your list for future reference. This special long distance direc- tory will save time for you be-. cause giving the NUMBER you want always gets the quickest possible connection. r crime was committed he was under arrest. Incidentally" -he made a lit- tle face -"it lets out Brown! In fact, Tab,the only two people who seem to be left in are you and I." "That occurred to me too," said Tab with a quick smile. That morning he got up to find a bulky letter in his box. It was un- stamped and had been delivered by hand, and recognizing the superscrip- tion he opened it with an exclamation of surprise. It was dated Hotel Vil- la, Palermo, and was from Rex. "DEAR TAB" (it read). "I am tired of travel and I am coming home. Loud cheers., from,. Doughty Street! The mails here are very erratic, and I have just heard horrific stories of the pilfering that goes on in the Ital- ian post offices, so I am asking one of the stewards of the Paraka, the ship on which 'I came to Naples, and which is leaving here to -day, to de- liver this for me, the enclosed being of some value. I picked it up in a little shop in Rome, and knowing how interested you are in crime and criminals I am sure you will appreci- ate it. It is a scarab ring, authentic- ally the- property of Caesar Borgia. In fact I have with it a guarantee as long as your arm. . . ." Tab read no further, but took un the ring that had come out of the envelope and examined it curiously. It was even too small for his little finger, but it was a beautiful piece of work, the beetle being cut from a solid turquoise. "Don't bother about tipping the steward," (the letter went on), "I am tipping him enough money to set himself up for life. I haven't t h e slightest idea what I shall do when I come back, but I am certainly not go- ing to that charnel -house of Uncle Jesse's; and as you will not have pee, I shall probably live luxuriously at the best hotel in town. Forgive me for not writing before, but pleasure is a great business. Yours ever, Rex." There was a P.S. "If the fast boat calls here on Wed- nesday, and there is some uncertain- ty as to whether it will eer not, I think I shall come straight away home. If you don't hear from me you will know I have changed my mind. There are some stunning girls in Palermo." There was a further P.S. "We will have a dinner the night I return. Invite that sixty -nine -inch brain of yours, 'Carver." Tab grinned, put the ring and the letter away in his desk, and gave him- self over to the serious consideration as to whether it would be advisable for Rex to come hack to Doughty Street. He missed him terribly at times. Apparently he had got over his infatuation for Ursula, for the re- ferences to the stunning girls at Pal- ermo did not seem to harmonize with a broken heart. He had arranged to go to tea with Ursula that afternoon, but he had his doubts as to whether he would be able to keep his promise. The second case was absorbing every minute of his time and he was already regretting the bond of secrecy under which he worked. On this subject he spoke frankly to Carver when he saw him. Carver saw his tint of view. "There is no reason now why you shouldn't tell everything -the full story if you like, Tab, all except -all except the new pins," he added. Tab was delighted. So far he had orly been able to give the vaguest outlines of the story in print, and the lifting of the embargo simplified his work enormously; incidentally it gave him time to see Ursula. And she was glad to see him. She threw out two impulsive hands and gripped his as he came into her sit - ;'ng -room at the Central. "You poor hard -worked man! You look as if you haven't slept for a week," she said. "I feel that way,". said Tab rue- fully, "but if I yawn whilst 1' am wwlit"h. you throw a cup . at die --tl1s 1ae saltily an expensive cup...4 respond - to the commonest of crockery*" "Of course you are Working on this new crime?" she asked, busy with the teapot. "It is dreadful. Brown is the poor fellow they were trying to discover, weren't they? Isn't he the man that Yeh Ling spoke about?" Tab nodded. (Continued next week.) LONDON AND WINGHAM North. a.m. p.m. Centralia 10.36 5.41 Exeter 10.49 5.54 Hensall 11.03 6.08 Kippen 11.08 6.19 Brucefield 11.17 6.22 Clinton 12.03 6.42 Londesboro 12.23 7.02 Blyth 12.32 7.11 Belgrave 12.44 9 Wingham 1.00145 South. Wingham Belgrave Blyth Londesboro Clinton Brucefield Kippen Hensall ..... Exeter ... Centralia a.m. p.m. 6.45 3.05 7.03 3.23 7.14 8.87 7.21 8.45 7.40 4.08 7.58 4.28' 8.05 4.36 8.13 4.49 8.27 4.58 8.39 5.08' C. N. R. TIME TABLE Goderich Holmesville Clinton East. ySeaforth St. Columban Dublin a.m. 6,20 6.36 6.44 6.59 7.06 7.11 p.m. - 2.20' 2.37 2.50 8.08 8.15 • 8.22 West. a.m. p.m. p.m. Dublin 11.27 5.38 10.04 St. Columban. 11.82 5.44 Seaforth 11.48 5.53 10.17 Clinton 11.59 6.08-5.43 10.81 Holmesville 12,11 7.05 Ha 10.40 Goderich 12.25 7,10 10.57 C. P. R. TIME TABLE East. a.m. Goderich 5.50 Menset 5.65 1\fcGaw 6.04 Auburn 6.11 Blyth 6.25 Walton .. •....... 6.40 MeNaught 6.52 Toronto 1025, West. 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