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The Huron Expositor, 1929-07-12, Page 7u!: 773.1 7 tl �l 1• q IBIy 11:a2rAIR WAILLACID ]Hearing the clang of a letter -bot a}Tcaileg, he turned to see a pea an airs ousting his bicycle. "What place is this?" asked Mr. i ceder, arresting the pass An'e d�- y arture. "South Lodge -,Sir J Ammer Titihee- umite'e property. It's never used now. lS[bsn't been used for years- -a don't esw why • Ws a short cut i2 they lhappe»,:' to be mate this way." • Mr. Reeder walked with him to - Wards the villas, and he no a alsil- ILIM pamper of wells, however dry; Audi tie pootmem wan not dry by any =cams. "Yes, poor lady! She was very fail -one of those sort of invalids that last out many a healthy span." Mr. Reeder put a question at ran- dom and scored most unexpectedly. "Yes, her ladyship was 'a bad sail- or. I know because every 'time she went abroad she used to get a bottle of that stuff people take -for sea -sick- ness. I've delivered many a bottle till Raikes the chemist stocked it - 'Pickers' Travellers' Friend,' that's what it was called. Mr. Raikes was Only saying to me the other day that he'd got half a dozen bottles on hand and he didn't know what to do with therm Nobody in Climbury ever goes to sea." - Mr. Reeder went on to the village geed idled his precious time in most unlikely places. At the chemist's, at {tee blacksmith's shop, at the modest building yard. He caught the last bus back to Maidstone, and by great good luck the last train to London. And, in his vague way, he answer- ed the Director's query the next day with: "Yes, I saw Sir James: a very in- teresting man." This was on the Friday. All day Saturday he was busy. The Sabbath brought him a new interest. • On this brighe Sunday morning, Mr. Reeder, attired in a flowered dressing gown, his feet encased in black velvet slippers, stood at the window of his house in Brockley Road and surveyed the deserted thorough- fare. The bell of a local church, which was accounted high, had rung for early Mass, and there was nothing living in sight except a black cat that lay asleep in a patch of sunlight on the top step of the house opposite. The hour was 7.30, and Mr. Reeder had been at his desk since six, work- ing by artificial light, the month be- ing October towards the close. From the half-moon of the window bay he regarded a section of the Lewisham High Road and as rnuch of Tanners Hill as can be seen before it dips past the railway bridge into sheer Deptford. Returning to his table, he opened a carton of the cheapest cigarettes and,, lighting one, puffed in an amateurish fashion. He smoked cigarettes rather like a woman who detests them but feels . that it is the correct thing to do. "Dear me," said Mr. Reeder feeb- ly. , He was back at the window, and he had seen a man turn out of Lewisham !High Road. He had crossed the road and was coming straight to Daffodil House -which frolicsome name ap- LONDON AND WIINGEAMi NcrQ,h. a.m. Centralia 10.36 Exeter 10.49 ensall 11.03 ]Kippen 11.08 JBrucefield 11.17 (163) 11.53 Londesboro 12.13 ]Blyth 12.22 1Belgrave 12.34 Wingham 12.50 South. Clinton p.m. 5.51 6.04 6.18 6.22 6.22 (165) 6.52 7.12 7.21 7.33 7.55 alt A Mehra hese g , mfr tW t. Q. front cats, gq . a UPla hey d the �rratpl are'aI: ua t aq 'OPO as " PC:1r mGl" ea1N Pg?, x.44 C1$p is 4Q heard the tinkle eR a tall, A few settee tea Zqt e 7* i W elx;©9• er tanned en t h'a 40 01.1/. yot3 aea ilae $01a; Oir?" alias asked. Mr. 3. G. Raeder aedlded. Law ICohl Walked ante 'the rectal to find a mraialdle-atcedt peen in a itlamrnboy, ant dressing govrn atitk7 tit his deal.; a fair Of. planate , es Sell geokedly ®nn 120P23.; "Good snyarning, 1<So1rnl." Lew Kohl looked at the man who had sent Mian to sevens and a half years of hell, and the corner of has thin 1apa curled. "'Morrning, Ear. Reeder." i:ills Qyeffi flashed across the aliment I<sare 1343r4 face of the writing-al®ek Qasa ¢7lhlasln Reeder's hands were lightly clasped. "You •'Idn't expect to see me, II guess?'" "Not so early," said Reeder in his hushed voice, "but II should h-:1 ve re- membered that early rising is one of the good habits which are inculcated by penal servitude." lie said this in the manner of one bestowing praise for good conduct. "1 suppose you've got a pretty good idea of why I have come, eh? I'm a ,bad forgetter, Reeder, and a man in Dartmoor has time to think." The older man lifted his sandy eye- brows, the steel -rimmed glasses on his nose slipped further askew. "That phrase seems familiar," he said, and the eyebrows lowered in a frown. "Now let me think --it was in a melodrama, of course, but was it 'Souls in Harness' or 'The Marriage Vow'?" He appeared genuinely anxious for assistance in solving this problem. "This is going to be a different kind of play," said the long -faced Lew through his teeth. "Pm going to get you, Reeder -you can go along and tell your boss, the Public Prosecu- tor. But I'll get you sweet! There will be no evidence to swing me. And I'll get that nice little stocking of yours, Reeder!" The legend of Reeder's fortune was accepted even by so intelligent a man as Kohl. "You'll get my stocking! Dear me, I shall have to go barefooted," said Mr. Reeder, with a faint show of hum- our. "You know what I mean -think that over. Some hour and day you'll go out, and all Scotland Yard won't catch me for the killing! I've thought it a.m. pin. Wing'ham 6.55 8.05 1Belgrave 7.15 3.25 IBlyth 7.27 3.38 Londesboro 7.35 3.47 Clinton 7.56 4.10 J3rucefield 7.58 4.28 (162) (164) Niemen ...... a ... 8.22 4.38 Hensall 8.32 4.48 Exeter 8.47 5.05 Centralia 8.59 5.17 C. N. R. TIIME TA East. LE $40 Wea out" "One has time to think in Dart- moor," murmured Mr. J. G. Reeder encouragingly. "You're becoming one of the world's thinkers, Kohl. Do you know Rodin's masterpiece -a beautiful statue throbbing with life " "That's all." Lew Kohl rose, the smile still trembling at the corner of his mouth. "Maybe you'll turn this over in your mind, and in a day or two you won't be feeling so gay." Reeder's face was pathetic in it- sadness. His untidy sandy -grey hair seemed to be standing on end; the large ears, that stood out at right angles to his face, gave the illusion of quivering movement. Lew Kohl's hand was on the door- knob. "Womp!" It was the sound of a dull weight striking a board; something winged past his cheek, before his eyes a deep hole showed in the wall, and his face was stung by flying grains of plaster. He spun round with a whine of rage. Mr. Reeder had a long -barrelled Browning in his hand, with a barrel- shaped silencer over the muzzle, and he was staring at the weapon open- mouthaed. "Now how on earth did that hap- pen?" he asked in wonder. Lew Kohl stood trembling with rage and fear, his face yellow -white. "You -you swine!" he breathed. "You, tried to shoot me!" Mr. Reeder stared at him over his glasses. "Good gracious-yod think that ? Still thinking of killing me, Kohl?" Kohl tried to speak but found no words, and, flinging open the door, he strode down the stairs and thraugh the front entrance. His foot was on the first step when something came hurtling past him and crashed to fragments at his feet. It was a large stone ,vase that had decorated the window -sill of Mr. Reeder's bedroom. Leaping over the debris of stone and flower mould, he glared up into the surprised face of Mr. J. G. Reeder. "I'll get you!" he spluttered. "I hope you're not hurt?" asked the man at the window in a tone of con- cern. "These things happen. Some day and some hour " As Lew Kohl strode down the street the detective was still talking. Mr. Stan Bride was at his morning ablutions when his friend and some- time prison associate came into the little room that overlooked Fitzroy Square. Stan Bride, who bore no resembl- ance to anything virginal, being a stout and stumpy man with a huge red face and many chins, stopped in the act of drying himself and gazed over the edge of the towel. "What's the matter with you ?" he asked sharply. "You look as if you'd been chased by a busy. What did you go out so early for?" Lew told him, and the jovial count- enance of his room -mate grew longer and longer. "You poor fish!" he hissed. "To go after Reede' with that stuff! Don't you think he was waiting for you? Do you suppose he didn't know the very moment you left the Moor?" "I've scared him, anyway," said the other, and Mr. Bride laughed. "Good scout!" he sneered. "Scare that old person!" (He did not say "person.") "If he's as white as you, he is scared! But he's not. Of coarse he shot past you -if he'd wanted to shoot you, you'd have been stiff by now. But he 6;'drat. Thinker, eh - he's given you sotnep'n' to think about." "Where that gun came from II 71 lTherree ^was a knock st the door and the two men esaci.:ingad glnacee. "Who's there?" inked ]Bride, and a familiar Voice answered. "111's th "t busy 'nuts the YardI,DO Whispered Bride, and Keened the dooz<. The "busy" Wee getaeaent Allford, a.m. p.m. Goderich 6.20 2.20 H'oh nesville 6.36 2.37 Clinton 6.44 2.50 Seaforth 6.59 8.08 St. Columban 7.06 3.15 Dublin 7.11 8.22 Dublin St. Columlban Seaforth Clinton Holsnesville Goderich West. a.m. p.m. parva. 11.17 5.88 9.37 11.22 5.44 .. 11.88 5.53 9.50 11.50 6.08-6.58 10.04 12.01 7.08 10.13 12.20 7.20 10.30 C. P. R. TIME TABLE East. Goderich ....... 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And then, sudden- ly: "Was that what you chucked in- to the river as you were walking a- long the JEsnlba e , ,„ent?" Lew started. It was the first in- timation he had received that he had been "tailed" that morning. Bride waited till the detective was visible from the window crossing Fitz- roy Square; then et turned in a fury on his companion. "Clever, ain't you! That old hound anew you had a gun -knew the num- ber. And if Allford had found it you'd have been `dragged' and me too!" "I threw it in the river," said Lew sulkily. "Brains -not many but some!" said Bride, breathing heavily. "You cut out Reeder -he's hell and poison, and if you don't know it you're deaf! Scared him? You big stiff! He'd cut your throat and write a hymn about it." "I didn't know they w e tailing me," growled Kohl; "b 11 get him! And his money too." • "Get him from another lodging," said Bride curtly. "A crook I don't mind, being one; a murderer I don't mind, but a talking jackass makes me sick. Get his stuff if you can ---I'll bet it's all invested in real estate, and you can't lift houses -but don't talk about it. I like you, Lew, up to a point; you're miles before the point and out of sight. I don't like Reeder -I don't like snakes, but I keep away from the Zoo." So Lew Kohl went into new dig- gings on the top floor of an Italian's house in Dean Street, and here he had leisure and inclination to brood upon his grievances and to plan afresh the destruction of his enemy. And new plans were needed, for the schemes which had seemed so watertight in the quietude of a Devonshire showed daylight through many cr•ev- 'ces. Lew's homicidal urge had under- gone considerable modification. He had been experimented upon by a .very clever psychologist -though he never regarded Mr. Reeder in this light, and, indeed, had the vaguest idea as to what the word meant. But there were other ways of hurting Reeder, and his mind fell constantly back to the dream of discovering this peccant detective's hidden treasure. It was nearly a week later that Mr. Reeder invited himself into th3 Di- rector's private sanctum, and that great official listened spellbound while his subordinate offered his outrageous theory about Sir James Tithermite and his dead wife. When Mr. Reeder had finished, the Director pushed back his chair from the table. "My dear man," he said, a little irritably, "I can't possibly give a war- rant on the strength of your sur- mises -not even a search warrant. The story is so fantastic, so incred- ible, that it would be more at home in the pages of a sensational story than in a Public Prosecutor's report." "It was a wild night, and yet Lady Tithermite was not ill," suggested the detective gently. "That is a fact to remember, sir.' . The Director shook his head. "I can't do it -not on the evidence," he said. "I should raise a storm that'd; swing me into Whitehall. Can't you do anything -unofficially?" Mr. Reeder shook his head. "My presence in the neighborhood has been remarked," he said primly. "I think it would be impossible to- er--cover up my traces. And yet I have located the place, and could tell you within a few inches " Again the Director shook his head. "No, Reeder," he said quietly, "the whole thing is sheer deduction on your part. Oh, yes, P know you have a criminal mind--I`think you have told me that before. And that is a good reason why I should not issue a war- rant. You're simply crediting this unfortunate man with your ingen- uity. Nothing doing!" Mr. Reeder sighed and went back to his bureau, not entirely despond- ent, for there had intruded a new element into his investigations. Mr. Reeder had been to Maidstone several times during the week, and he had not gone alone; though seeming- ly unconscious of the fact that he had developed a shadow, for he had seen Lew Kohl on several occasions, and had spent an uncomfortable few min- utes wondering whether his experi- ment had failed. On the second occasion an idea had developed in the detective's mind, and if he were a laughing man he would have chuckled aloud when he slipped out of Maidstone station one evening and, in the act of hiring a cab, had seen Lew Kohl negotiating for an- other. 11 a.mm. 5.50 5.56 0.04 6.11 3.25 0.40 0.52 10.20 0 and Makes fay Ease f OpeTrag m Drive it Yourself - there is no etter Test Ford Car Features Choice of colours 55 to 65 miles an hour 40 -horse power engine Full balloon tires Fully enclosed six -brake system 4 Houdaille hydraulic shock absorbers 20 to 30 miles per gallon of gasoline Shatterproof glass windshield Theft proof ignition lock Reliability and low upkgpp i AVI[SEI use of ball and roller bearings in the Ford car gre ttll- il reduce friction and contribute to easier operation sand., longer life of the caro Note the coasting ability of the Forrd scar as compared to any other alataumebile in its web lilt class. 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These bearings form a striking illustration of the engineering skill and care used in bad ng the (Ford car. Arrange for your demonstration ride with the nearest Ford De ler L L lid lib'43d+:M Y 1 r 5 TY. on his face. "I''ve been trailing Reeder for a week, and that fellow wants some trailing!" "Well?" asked the other, when he paused dramatically. "I've found his stocking!" Bride scratched his chin and was half convinced. "You never have?" Lew nodded. "He's been going to Maidstone a lot lately, and driving to a little vil- lage about five miles out. There I always lost him. But the other night when he came back to the station to catch the last train, he slipped into the waiting -room and I found a place where I could watch him. What do you think he did?" Mr. Bride hazarded no suggestion. Mr. Bride was engaged in the ted- ious'but necessary' practice of so cu% - ting a pack of cards that the ace of diamonds remained at the bottom when his former co -lodger burst in upon him, and there was a light of triumph in Lew cold eye which brought Mr. Bride's heart to his bootie "I've got him!" said Lew. Bride put aside the cards and stood up"Got who?" he asked coldly. "And if it's killing, you needn't =ewer, but get out!" Ming." "There's no klllallling." Lew sat down squarely at the table, hitt hands in his pockets, a real esle "He opened his hag," said Lew im- pressively, "and took out a wad of notes as thick as that! Hte'd been drawing on his bank! I trailed 'aim up to London. There's a restaurant on the station and he went in to get a cup of coffee, with me keeping well out of his sight. As he came out of the restaurant he took out his hand- kerchief and wiped his mouth, He didn't see the little hook that drop- ped, but I did. I was scared sick that somebody else would see it, or that he'd wait long enough to find it himself. But he went out of the sta- tion and I got that hook bore you could say 'knife.' Look/!„ It was a well-worn little notebook, covered with faded red morocco. Bride put out his hand to take it. "Wait bit," said Law. "Are you in Ads with me fifty-fifty, became I want some help?" . !Bride besl'Icated. "11 it's • gnat plain thieving, I'm vTlth you," 7e Said. "Mein tCNCi1„4y-aet ttt," iA 1 Lew exultantly, and puoliacs1 the, kook merman the table. book-keeping of Mr. J. G. Rader and his exceedingly dishonesty. The Monday night was wet. A storm blew up from the south-west, and the air was filled with falling leaves as Lew and his companion footed the five miles which separated them from the village. Neither carried any im-• pedimenta that was visible, yet under Lew's waterproof coat was a kit of tools of 'singular ingenuity, and Mr., Bride's coat pockets were weighted down with the sections of a power- ful jemmy. They met nobody in their walk, and' the church bell was striking eleven when Lew gripped the bars of the South Lodge gates, pulled himself up to the top and dropped lightly on the other side. He was followed by Mr. Bride, who, in spite of his hulk, was a singularly agile man. The ruined lodge showed in the darkness, and they passed- through the creaking gates to the door and Lew flashed his lantern upon the keyhole before he began manipulation with the imple- ments which he had taken from his ki t: The door was opened in ten minu- utes and a few seconds later they stood in a low -roofed little room, the principal feature of which was a deep, grateless fire -place. Lew took off his mackintosh and stretched it over the window before he spread the light in his lamp, and, kneeling down, brushed the debris from the hearth, examining the joints of the,big stone carefully. TOOT the gr tar part .,,r t`1a night they sat together taalki*r'-1 l to c f discuradhlfj'. $rrtllt li$1 �j3 ha4 tmrr}i'S6da sl and, kneeling down, flashed a light into the dark cavity. And then: "Oh, my God!" he shrieked. A second later two terrified men rushed from the house into the d' -eve. And a miracle had happened, for the gates were open and a dark °figure stood squarely before them. "Put up your hands, Kohl!" said a voice, and hateful as it was to Lew Kohl, he could have fallen on the neck of Mr. Reeder. At twelve o'clock that night Sir, James Tithermite was discussing mat- ters with his bride-to-be: the stupid- ity of her lawyer, who wished to safe- guard her fortune, and his own clev- erness and foresight in securing com- plete freedom of action for the gir! who was to be his wife. "These blackguards thinks of »noth- ing but their fees," he began„ when his footman came in unannounced, and behind him the Chief Constable of the county and a Then he remem- bered seeing before. ''This work's been botched," he said. "Anybody could see that." He put the claw of the jemmy into a crack and levered up the stone, and it moved slightly. Stopping only to dig a deeper crevice with a chisel and hammer he thrust the clew of the jemmy farther down. The stone carne up above the edge of the floor and Bride slipped the chisel underneath. "Now together," grunted Lew. They got their lancers ,besaeoth the hearrthutone and with one heave Enlsme• ed it up. Lew picked up the lamp ;r. "Sir .James Titbermite?" said the Chief Constable unnecessarily, for he knew Sir James very well. "Yes, Colonel, what is it?" asked the baronet, his face twitching. "I am taking you into custody on a charge of wilfully murdering your wife, Eleanor Mary Tithennite." "The whole thing turned upon the question as to whether Lady Tither - Mite was a good or a bad sailor," ex- plained J .G. Reeder to his chief. "If she were a bad sailor, it was unlilstl- ly that she would be on the ship, ev- en for five minutes, without calling for the stewardess. The otewerdess did not see her ladyship, nor did any- body on board, for the simple Vete= that she was not on 'board! She axle murdered within the grounds of this Manor; her body was buried beneath the hearthstone of the old lodge, null Sir James continued his journey by car to Doverp handing over luso pack- ages to a porter and taelllr him to take therm to his. cabin be2ore ho ta;a'- turned to put the car into the hotel arage. He had timed his arrival so, t he passed on board with a crow o passengers from the boat train, nd nobody knew whether he was a- lone or whether he was accompanied, and, for the matter of that, nobody cared. The purser gave him his key and he put the baggage, including his - wife's hat, into thee cabin, paid the porter .and dismissc him. ciallyb Lady Tithermite was on hoard, for he surrendered her ticket to the collector and received her landing voucher. The ship was searched but of course the unfortunate lady was not found, Ana I remarked before-" "You have a criminal mind," said the Director good-humouredly. "dao on, Reeder." "Having this queer and objection- able trait, I saw how very simple as matter it was to give the illusion that the lady was on board, and I decided!' that, if the murder was committed, it � must have been. within a few miles of the house. And then the local' 'builder told me that he had given Sir 1 James a little lesson in the art of mixing mortar. And the local black° smith told me that the gates had been damaged, presumably by Sir James's car -1 had seen the broken rods anal all I wanted to know was when the repairs were effected. That she wan beneath the hearth in the lodge I waea certain. Without a search warrant it was impossible to prove or distorovo my theory, and I myself could not corms duct a private isa,veatigetion widritent risking the reputation of our deptitt. ment-if I may say!"our,' " ho tnmiafl apologetically. The Director was tbaorneghtfull. "Of course, you induced that Man Rohl to dig up the heat % 11ay ,50 tending yov h8.61 tmer Tatt2ofi ttlgt2b. li p stint ue yea i 5'v ad $Eich ><o4l'It your notebook? ru'l, vektv on ci&4 did ire king le that Vet . ''t`s rxitaft6 treat 4" Mr. 1'I1i eedoic nv l©asi CM/27. (Contirtraed Lott "tt tth) 1. I1,1