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Graduate in l�dedicine, uadvers1¢y c
Treronto.
Late assistant New Yom Ophthel-
mmei and Aural Institute, ],JZoorc f field's
Eye and Golden 'Seetare Throat Hos-
pitals, London, En At Commercial
]f.3I®te1, Seaforth, third' Monday in
each month, flrom 11 a.m, to 8 p.m.
5>l Waterlog Streets Soetth, Stratford,
Phone 267, Stratford.
Next visit in September.
RUPTURE SPECIALIST'
Rupture, Varicocele, Varicose Velma,
adominal Weakness, Spinal Defor n-
iitir. Consultation Free. Call oe
write. J. G. SMITH, British A•pli-
nace Specialist, 15 Downie St., ''^' t -
ford, Ont. 32(12-36
IL1 GAIL
Phone No. 91
JOHN J. TEUGGAE D
rrister, Solicitor,
Notary Public, Etc.
Beattie (:'lock - - Seaforth, Ont.
. S,, HAYS
Barrister, Solicitor, Conveyancer
and Notary Public. Solicitor for the
Dominion Bank. Office in rear of the
Dominion Bank, Seaforth. Money to
Roan.
NEST & BEST
arristers, Solicitors, Conveyan-
cers and Notaries Public, Etc. Office
in the Edge Building, opposite The
Expositor Office.
Vial. ERINARY
JOHN GRIEVE, V.S.
Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin-
ary College. All diseases of domestic
animals treated. Calls promptly at-
tended to and charges moderate. Vet-
erinary Dentistry a specialty. Office
and residence on Goderich Street, one
door east of Dr. Mackay's Office, Sea -
forth.
A
A. R. CAMP ELL, V.S.
Graduate of Ontario Veterinary
College, University of Toronto. Ali
diseases of domestic animals treated
by the most modern principles.
Charges reasonable. Day or night
calls promptly attended to. Office on
])/lain Street, Hensall, opposite Town
all. Phone 116.
MEDICAL
DIR.. W. C. SPIfi:,OAT
Graduate of Faculty of Medicine,.
University of Western Ontario, Lon•
don. Member of College of Physic-
ians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office
in Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St.,
Seaforth. Phone 90.
DR. R. P. II. DOUGALL
Honor graduate of Faculty of
Medicine and Master of Science, Uni-
versity of Western Ontario, London.
Member of College of Physicians and
Surgeons of Ontario. Office 2 doors
east of post office. Phone 56, Hensall,
Ontario. 3004-tf
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(Coutiangel fn nn asst wezt!1
'MU* tPme smatter " dee asked.
"Prm w'anndei iu ,a? said Art a1owly,
"They told nae next week . . . Maly
no, ran foolish."
]Et wes dank. The butler had turn •
ed on than lights and drawn the blinds
schen they, went indoors egad ,•,, and
it was not alifi?'icult for ]Bertha to re-
alise that something had 1• ..ppened
which was very distuurbing to In s boat.
was taciturn, and for the next half
hour scarcely spoke" sitting in front
of the fire Lasing into ilie leaping
flames and starting at every sound.
Dinner, a si a meal, was served
early; and whilst the servants were
clearing away, the two men strolled
into the tiny drawing -room.
"What's the trouble, Lomer?"
"Nothing," said the other with a
start, "only—"
At that moment they heard the
tinkle of ,a bell, and Art listened ten-
sely. He heard the parley of voices
in the hall, and then the footman
came.
"There's two men and a lady to see
you, sir," he said.
Bertie saw the other bite his lip.
"Show them in," said Art curtly,
and a second later a tall man, wear-
ing the leather coat and helmet of an
airman, walked into the room.
"Marsham! What in hell !"
The girl who followed instantly
claimed Bertie Claude's attention. She
was slim and dark, and her face was
beautiful, despite the pallor of her
cheeks and the tired look in her eyes.
The second of the men visitors was
hardly as prepossessing: a squat,
foreign -looking individpal with a
short -clipped beard, he was wrapped
to his neck in an old fur overcoat,
and his wild -looking head was hare.
Art closed the door.
"What's the great idea?" he ask-
ed.
"There's been trouble," said the
tall man sulkily. "The Prince has
had another offer. He has sent some
of the stuff, but he won't part with
the pearls or the diamonds until you
pay him half of the money you prom-
ised. This is Princess Pauline Dim-
itroff, the Prince's daughter," he ex-
plained.
Art shot an angry look at the girl.
"Say, see here, young lady," he
said, "I suppose you speak English?"
She nodded.
"This isn't the way we do business
in our country. Your father prom-
ised "
"My father has been very precipi-
tate," she said, with the slightest of
foreign accent, which was delightful
' "kl
ear. He has taen muc
DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY
Bayfield.
Graduate Dublin University, Ire-
land. Late Extern Assistant Master
Il3.otunda IElospital for Women and
Children, Dublin. Office at residence
lately occupied by Mrs. Parsons.
ours, 9 to 10 a.m., 6 to 7 p.m.;
Sundays, 1 to 2 p.m. 2866-2(1
DR. F. J. BURROWS
Office and residence Goderich Street,
east of the Methodist Church, Sea -
forth. Phone 46. Coroner for the
County of Huron.
DR. C. MACKAY
C. Mackay, honor graduate of Trin-
ity University, and gold medalist of
Trinity Medical College; member of
the College of Physicians and Sur-
geons of Ontario.
DR. 11. EIUGE[ ROSS
Graduate of University of Toronto
Faculty of Medicine, member of Col-
lege of Physicians and Surgeons of
Ontario; pass graduate courses in
Chicago Clinical School of Chicago ;
Royal Ophthalmic Hospital, London,
England; University Hospital, Lon-
don; England. Office—Back of Do-
minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 6.
Night calls answered from residence,
Victoria Street, Seaforth.
DR. J. A. MUNN
Successor to Dr. R. R. Ross
Graduate of Northwestern Univers-
ity, Chicago, M. Licentiate Royal
College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto.
Office over Sills' Hardware, Main St.,
Seaforth. Phone 151.
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vadat. '"iirT*? he Pawl, 1~u e dlapPe d tereo; 4, the *wadi K3,p4 seas seam
the ,gras,t111nd yonang man ars the 41014- awing frA ]piny seam ] e read, hie;.
der, bays>u've gotta .eom+5 las onthis
now : and II adidn't want you to. It's
fifty taffy-I'mm no hog. Comp along
and $'ill show you something else that
I never intended showing a soul."
He went out into the passage, oti-
ened a little door that led down a
flight of stone steps to the 'cellar,
switching on the light as he parent
down the stairs. Unlocking a Taeavy
door, he threw' it aspen.
"See here," he said, "did yon ever
see anything )tike this?"
Berttlie Claude peered into the dant
interior.
"I don't see.—«---" he began, when
he was so violently pushed into ths
darkness that he stumbled.
In another second the door
on him; he heard the snap of
and shrieked:
"1 say, what's this!"
"1 say, you'll fled out in a day or
two," said the mocking voice of lililr.
Lomer.
Art closed the second door, ran
lightly up the stairs and joined foot-
man, butler, trim maid and the three
visitors in the drawing -room.
"He's well inside. And he stays
there till the cheque matures—there'd
enough food and water in the cellar
to last him a week."
"Did you get him?"
bearded Russian.
"Get him! He was easy," said the
other scornfully. "Now, you boys
and girls, skip, and skip quick! I've
got a letter from this guy to his bank
manager, telling him to—" he eon -
suited the letter and quoted—"to
cash the attached cheque for my
friend Mr. Arthur Lomer."
There was a murmur of approval
from the troupe.
"The aeroplane's gone back, I sup-
pose?"
The man in the leather coat nod-
ded.
"Yes," he said, "I only hired it for
the afternoon."
"Well, you can get back too. Ray
and Al, you go to Paris and take the
C.P. boat from Havre. Slicky, you
get those whiskers off and leave hon-
est from Liverpool. Pauline and Ag-
gie will make Genoa, and we'll meet
at Leoni's on the fourteenth of next
month and cut the stuff all ways!"
t:
closed
a lock
asked the
to Bertie s ,
risk. Indeed, I am not sure that he
has been very honest in the matter.
It is very simple for you to pay. If
he has your money to -night—"
"To -night?" boomed Art. "How can
I get the money for him to -night?"
"He is in Holland," said the girl.
"We have the aeroplane waiting."
"But how can I get the money to-
night?" repeated the Canadian an •
grily. "Do you think I carry a hun-
dred thousand pounds in my pistol
picket"
Again she shrugged, and, turning
to the unkempt little man, said some-
thing to him in a language which
was unintelligible to ''Mr. Steffen. He
replied in his hoarse voice, and she
nodded.
"Pieter says my father will take
your cheque. He only wishes to be
sure that there is no--" She paus-
ed, at a loss for an English word.
"Did I ever double-cross your
father?" asked Art savagely. 'I
can't give you either the money or
the cheque. You can call off the des!
—•PM through!"
By this time the aviator had un-
rolled the package he carried under
his arm, placed it on the table, and
Bertie Claude grew breathless at the
siight of the glittering display that
met his eyes. There were diamonds
set and unset; quaint and ancient
pieces of jewellery that must have
formed the heirlooms of old families;
but their historical value did not for
the moment occur to him. He beck-
oned Art aside.
"If you can keep these people here
to -night," he said in a low voice, `I'll
undertake to raise all the money yo'.I
want on that collection alone."
Art shook his head.
"It's no use, Mir. Steffen. I know
this guy. Unless I can send him the
money to -night, we'll not smell the
rest of the stuff."
Suddenly he clapped his hands.
"Gee!" he breathed. "That's an
idea! You've got your cheque book."
Cold suspicion showed in the eyes
of Bertie Claude.
"I've got my cheque-book, certain-
ly," he said, "but--"
"Come into the dining room." Art
almost ran ahead of him, and when
they reached the room he closed the
door. "A cheque can't be presented
for two or three days. It certainly
couldn't be presented to -morrow," he
said, speaking rapidly. "By that
time we could get this stuff up to
town to your bankers, and you could
keep it until I redeem it. What's
more, you can stop payment of the
cheque to -morrow morning if the
stones aren't worth the moneye'
Bertie looked at the m er from
ten different angles in as many sec-
onds.
"Suppose I gave them a post-dated
cheque to make sure?" he said.
* *
unnsvf l bat eon the ,e - erf his heed,
his umbrella ova hath p'f polder like
coAraiarrnant
"4od )Goal! RiatTQZ ¢roam las was
like that." P
44VTho is- he?" she asked, distract-
ed from her own isFrohlean.
413,0eder? ]rte'sas. the )Public Pro-
secutor's imartnrnent, o sort of a de-
tective—there
e••to tive--there was a =Me the other
week where he galigi evulience.
used to be Frith the I°lls of Eng -
Suddenly she stopped, and he look-
ed at her in suiWise,
"What's the matter" he asked.
"I don't want you to go any far
ther, Roy,'"' e said. "Mr. Telfer
saw me with you yesterday, and he's
quite unpleasant about it."
"Telfer?''' said the young man in-
dignantly. "That little worm! What
did he say?"
"Nothing very much," she replied,
but from her tone he gathered that
the "nothing very much" had been a
little disturbing.
"I am leaving Telfers," she said
unexpectedly. "It is a good job, and
I shall never get another like it—I
mean, so far as the pay is concerned.
Roy Master did not attempt to con-
ceal his satisfaction.
"I'm jolly glad," he said vigorously.
"I can't imagine how you've endured
that boudoir atmosphere so long.
What did he say?" he asked again,
and, before she could answer: "Any-
way, Telfers are shaky. There are
all sorts of queer rumours about
them in the city."
"But I thought it was a very rich
corporation!" she, said in astonish-
ment.
He shook his head.
"It was --but they have been doing
lunatic things what can you expect
when a half-witted weakling like Sid-
ney Telfer is at the head of affairs?
They underwrote three concerns last
year that no brokerage business
would have touched with a barge -
pole, and they had to take up the
shares. One was a lost treasure
company to raise a Spanish galleon
that sank three hundred years ago!
But what really did happen yester-
day morning?"
"I will tell you to -night," she said
and made her hasty adieux.
Mr. Sidney Telfer had arrived
when she went into a room which, in
its luxurious appointments, its soft
carpet and dainty etceteras, was not
wholly undeserving of Roy Master's
description.
The head of Telfers Consolidated
seldom visited his main office on
Threadneedle Street. The atmosphere
of the place, he said, depressed him;
it was all so horrid and sordid and
rough. The founder of the firm, his
grandfather, had died ten year be-
fore. Sidney had been born, leaving
the tusiness to a son, a chronic in-
valid, who had died a few weeks af-
t, r Sidney first saw the light. In
the 1 ands of trustees the business
had flourished, despite the spasmodic
interferences of his eccentric mother,
vhose peculiarities culminated in a
will v hich relieved him of most of
that restraint which is wisely laid up-
on a boy of sixteen.
The room, with is stained-glass
windows and luxurious furnishing;
fitted Mr. Telfer perfectly, for he was
exquisitely arrayed. He was tall and
so painfully thin that the abnormal
smallness of his head was not at first
apparent. As the girl came into the
room he was sniffling delicately at a
fine cambric handkerchief, and she
thought that he was paler than she
had ever seen him—and more repel-
lent.
He followed her movements with a
dull stare, and she had placed his
letters on his table before he spoke.
"1 say, Miss Belman, you won't
Two days later Mr. Art Lomer
walked into the noble offices of the
Northern Commercial Bank and
sought an interview with the man-
ager. That gentleman read the let-
ter, examined the cheque and touched
a bell.
"It's a mighty big sum," said Mr.
Lomer, in an almost awe-stricken
voice.
The manager smiled.
"We cash fairly large cheques here,
he said, and, to the clerk who came
at his summons: "Mr. Lomer would
like as much of this in American
currency as possible. How did you
leave Mr. Steffen?"
"Why, Bertie and I have been in
Paris over that new company of
mine," said Lomer. "My it's difficult
to finance Canadian industries in this
country, Mr.' Soames, but we've made
a mighty fine deal in Paris."
He chatted on purely commercial
topics until the clerk returned and
laid a heap of bills and bank -notes on
the table. Mr. Lomer produced a
wallet, enclosed the money securely,
shook hands with the manager and
walked out into the general office.
And then he stepped, for Mr. J. 0.
Reeder stood squarely in his path.
"Pay-day for the troupe, Mr. Lom-
er—or do you call it 'treasury'? My
theatrical glossary is rather rusty."
"Why, Mr. Reeder," stammered Art
"glad to see you, but I'm rather busy
just now "
"What do you think has happened
to our dear friend, Mr. Bertie Claude
Steffen?" asked Reeder anxiously.
"Why, he's in Paris."
"So soon!" murmured Reeder. "And
the police only took him out of your
suburban cellar an hour ago! How
wonderful are our modern systems of
transportation! Marlow one minute,
Paris the next, and Moscow, let us
say, the next."
Art hesitated no longer. He dashed
past, thrusting the detective aside,
and flew for the door. He was so
annoyed that the two men who were
waiting for him had the greatest dif-
ficulty in putting the handcuffs on
his wrists.
n c k
"Yes, sir," said Mr. Reeder to his
chief, "Art always travels with his
troupe. The invisibility of the
troupe was to me a matter for grave
suspicion, and of course I've had the
house under observation ever since
Mr. Staffen disappeared. It is no;,
my business, of course," he said apol-
ogetically, "and really I should not
have interfered. Only as I have of-
ten explained to you, the curiops
workings of my mind—"
DR. F. J. IBECHELY
Graduate Royal College of Dental
Surgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R.
Smith's Grocery, Main Street, Sea -
forth. Phones: Office, 185 W; resi-
dence, 186J. 3055-tf
CONSULTING ENGINEER
S. W. Archibald, B.A.Sc. (Tor.),
• O.L.S., Registered Professional En-
gineer and Land Surveyor. Associate
Member Engineering Institute of Cass.
ada. Office Seaforth, Ontario.
AUCTIONEERS
THOMAS
ROVIN
Licensed auctioneer for the counties
of Huron and Perth. Correspondence
arrangements for sale dates can be
made by calling The Expositor Office,
'Seaforth. Charges moderate, a in d
u satisfaction guaranteed. Phone 302.
OSCAR KLOPP
Honor Graduate Carey Jones' Na-
tional School of Auctioneering, Chi-
cago. Special course taken in Pure
]Bred Live Stock, Real Estate, Mer-
chandise and Farm Sales. Rates le
ate,-;,ing. with prevailing minket. Sat-
isfaction assured. Write or wire,
Oscar Klopp, Zurich, Ofit. Phone,
2866-25
R. T. LU1,iJ rt
Licensed auctioneer for the County
Off Enron. Sales attended to in all
anrk s two ocitztv. eor. �t;a yeasts° on-
pvience in P\rmhtabn h•n,,r ntialte.
.w Torum n'r se ble; Ruda leo.
aha 1 t±ll3Wdere left mit i i.1 Mum a Mo—
bin or ;et ; e t l soteMI tat.
"Post-dated?" Mr. Lobar was puz-
zled. "What dues that mean?" And
when Bertie explained his face bright-
ened. "Why, sure!" he said. "iThnt's
a double protection. Dllake it payable
the day after tem -morrow."
Bertie hesitated no. more. Sitting
down 'at the table Tae took out his
cheque book and a Ponnt'nin pan, and
verified the date.
"1lSake it 'bearer'," suggested Ares,
when the writer p use's. - 'tam cI3
yon. did] the other a hsitSo."
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IV
THE STEALER OF MARBLE
Margaret Belman's chiefest claim
to Mr. Reeder's notice was that she
lived in the Brockley Road, some fe;v
doors from his own establishment. He
did not know her name, being wholly
incurious about law-abiding folk, bur
he was aware that she was pretty,
that her complexion was that pink
and white which is seldom seen away
from a magazine cover. She dressed
well, and if there was one thing that
he noted about her more than any
other, it was that she walked and
carried herself with a certain grace
that was especially pleasing to a man
of esthetic predilections.
He had, on occasions, walked be-
hind her and before her, and had
ridden on the same street car with
her to Westminster Bridge. She in-
variably descended at the corner of
the Embankment, and was as invar-
iably met by a good-looking young
MEM and walked away with him. The
presence of that young man was a
source of passive satisfaction to Mr.
Reeder, for no particular reason, un-
less It was that hal had a tidy mind,
and preferred a robe when it had a
background of fern and jr' w may at
the sight of a aauccrleano cup.
It did not occur to hien that he was
bra abjmt o'f isateurastt and curiosity to
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mention a word about what I said to
you last night?"
"Mr. Telfer," she answered quiet-
ly, "I am hardly likely to discuss
such a matter."
"I'd marry you and all that, only
clause in my mother's
will," he said disjointedly. "That
could be got over—in time."
She stood by the table, her hands
resting on the edge.
"I would not marry you, Mr. Tel-
fer even if there were no clause in
your mother's will; the suggestion
that I should run away with you to
America "
"South America," he corrected her
gravely. "Not the United States;
there was never any suggestion of
the United States."
She could have smiled, for she was
not as angry with this rather vacant
young man as his startling proposi-
tion entitled her to be.
"The point is," he went on anxious-
ly, "you'll keep it to yourself. I told
you to send me a note saying what
you thought of my idea -well, don't!
This time she did smile, but before
she could answer him he went on,
speaking rapidly in a high treble that
sometimes rose to a falsetto squeak:
"You're a pei;fectly beautiful girl,
and I'm crazy about you, but . , .
there's a tragedy in my life . . .
really. Perfectly ghastly tragedy.
An' everything's at sixes an° sevens.
If I'd had any sense I'd have brought
in a feller to look after things. I'm
beginning to see that now."
For the second time in twenty-four
hours this young man, who had al-
most been tongue-tied and had never
deigned to notice her, had poured
forth a torrent of confidences, and
in one hand,with frantic insistence,set
forth a plan which had amazed and
shocked her. Abruptly he finished,
wiped his weak eyes, and in his nor-
mal voice:
"Get Billingham on the 'phone;
want him."
She 'wondered, as her busy fingers
flew over the keys of her typewriter,
to what extent his agitation and wild
eloquence was due to the rumoured
"shakiness" of Telfers Consolidated.
Mr. Billingham came, a sober little
man, bald and taciturn, and went in
his secretive way into his employer's
room. There was no hint in his ap-
pearance or his manner that he con-
templated a great crime. He was
stout to a point of podginess; apart
from his haihitual frown, his round
face, unlined by the years, was mark-
ed by an expression of benevolence.
Yet Mr. Stephen Billingham, man-
aging director of the Telfer Consol-
idated Trust, went into the office of
the London and Central is nnk late
that afternoon and, presenting a
hearer cheque for one hundred and
fifty thousand pounds, which was
duly honored, was driven to the Cred-
it Lilloise. He had telephoned par-
ticulars of his errand, and there were
waiting for him seventeen paeketa,
each containing a million 4'raes, and
a smaller packet of a hundred arced
fort '-sn"sr Mille notes. The franc stood
at 74.55 and he received the eight/ten
gacock a as in esmhas ga fear a amine
• •4hCredit IIc3Illol n for !3,606' alfnd
the 1511 thonsand1 pousad notes t ]doh
\ WATCH the health c8
of your growing children!
Soo that ¢Abby have the health
end energy necessary for
their ochool work and plays.
)For growing children—par-
ticularly ggnnriga rich nippily
of red islood is essential
Languor, nervousness, de-
preesion, fickle appetite or
pallor indicate anaemia.
Dr. Wihlieaw' Pink linin
enrich t! ha ]blood, prevent
ennoarnia and build healthy
bona and tioouce. Towson&
off anothnero have proved dela
"My twelve -year-old gh4,"
writes Miro. Robert Devitt of
Innroathnaan, Ontario, "beenaaoo
ca polo, en i RI and nervouo
Ant wo had to take her oat of
cchool. II tried Dr. Wiliiatn'
Nana Plhho for her and
oho gained in weight end
cmmangth. She is now the gala,
tasty of health."
Buy a bort off Dr. William&
(Pink Pills at ell druggisto and
dealers in medicine or, poat-
paid,, by moil it et 50 canto a
ikon front The iDr. William
ileedlla ne Ce., Brochvnhhcs,
Otateiren.
0 -
he had drawn on the London and
Central.
Of Billingham's movements thence-
forth little was known. He was
seen by an acquaintance driving
through Cheapside in a taxicab which
was traced as far as Charing Cross
—and there he disappeared. Neither
the airways nor the waterways had
known him, the police theory being
that he had left by an evening train
that had carried an excursion party
via Havre to Paris.
"This is the biggest steal we have
had in years," said the Assistant Di-
rector of Public Prosecutions. "If
you can slip in sideways on the in-
quiry, Mr. Reeder, I should be glad.
Don't step on the toes of the City
Police—they are quite amiable people
where murder is concerned, but a
little touchy where money is in ques-
tion. Go along and see Sidney Tel-
fer."
Fortunately, the prostrated Sidney
was discoverable outside the city ar-
ea. Mr. Reeder went into the outer
office and saw a familiar face.
"Pardon me, I think I know you,
young lady," he said, and she smiled
as she opened the little wooden gate
to admit him.
"You are Mr. Reeder—We live in
the same road," she said, and then
quickly: "Have you come about Mr.
Billingham?"
"Yes." His voice was hushed, as
though he were speaking of a dead
friend. "I wanted bo see Mr. Telfer,
hut perhaps you could give me a lit-
tle information."
The only news she had was that
Sidney Telfer had been in the office
since seven o'clock and was at the
moment in such a state of collapse
that she had sent for the doctor.
"I doubt if he is in a condition to
see you," she said.
"I will take all responsibility," said
Mr. Reeder soothingly. "Is Mr. Tel -
1 fer--er—a friend of yours, Miss—,?"
"Belman is my name." He had
seen the quick flush that came to her
cheek: it could mean' one of two
things. "No, I am an employee, that
is all."
Her tone told him all he wanted to
know*. Mr. J. G. Reeder was some-
thing of an authority on office friend-
ships.
"Bothered you a little, has he?" he
murmured, and she shot a suspicious
look at him. What did he know, and
what bearing had Mr. Telfer's mad
proposal on the present disaster? She
was entirely in the dark as to the true
state of affairs; it was, she felt, a
moment for frankness.
"I say what do you want?
he asked feebly. "I say I
can't see anybody Public
Prosecutor's Department?" He al-
most screamed the words. "What's
the use of prosecuting him if you
don't get the money back?"
Mr. Reeder let him work down be-
fore he began to ply his very judic-
ious questions.
"I don't know much about it," said,
the desponding young man. "Im
only a sort of figurehead. Billing-
ham brought the cheques for me to
sign and I signed 'em. I never gave
hirci instructions; he got his orders -
I don't know very much about it. 5 e
told me, actually told me, that the
business was in a bad way—half a.
million or something was wanted tee
next week. . . . Oh, my God! And,
then he took the whole of our cash."
Sidney Telfer sobbed his woe into,
his sleeve like a child. Mr. Reeder
waited before he asked a question in
his gentlest manner.
"No, I wasn't here; I went down.
to Brighton for the week end. And
the_ polite dug me out of bed at four
in the morning. We're bankrupts
I'll have to sell my car and resign
from any club one has to resign,
when one is bankrupt."
There was little more to learn from
the broken man, and Mr. Reeder re-
turned to his chief with a report that
added nothing to the sum of knowl-
edge. In a week the theft of Mr..
Billingha mpassed from scare lines
to paragraphs in most of the papers.
—Billingham had made a perfect get-
away.
(Continued next week.)
The federal parliament seems to
have grown weary of being the div-
orce mill for Ontario.—Meaford Mir-
ror.
"Wanted you to run away? Dear
me!" Mr. Reeder was shonked. "He
is married?"
"Oh, no—he's not married," said
the girl shortly. "Poor mars, I'm
sorry for him now. I'm afraid that
the loss is a very heavy one -- vTao
would suspect Da. !:',llbgham7"
"Ab! who indeed!" sighed] the luan-
•hrious Reeder, and toe? G12 iiia cid-
es to wipe them; almost aha =speed-
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