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!'xartek at the deele "d'ipped ins h
fop the' ink
*Viral; le your -�nanhe'?n• he o'g1
astcvrr!atie akl.
'"'Johiit ]l,"enley,'
!Sileluae and a sphitter ,of write:
"'Your address''?"
9 have no address,"' „
"Your trade?"
"I am a convict on 1"ten
Johnny quietly.
` sergeant put his
"Search him," said, and
spread out...l�.is' nitres -while. the, f
officer tali his blends through, his gni
ets and :carried .what he had foal
:o, *Le deslle: •
"Who put me away, Wen burin?
AIan shook his head.
'"That is not a question to e
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me, ��he said. You know that ve
well. He nodded to the des'k..to'c
the prisoner's attention to the m
who was,. for the moment, in t
preme authority.
"Have you any explanation for ye
presence on th'e roof of S7, Camd
Crescent?"''asked the 'ser cant, `
Johnny Lenley cleared his throa
I went after some stuff that
supposed to Ibe planted 'behind a c
tern. And it wasn't there. Tha
all. Wiho was the snout? You ne
tell 'me, because I know. Lo
after irvy, sister, „ Weriibury; sh
'Want shine looki4ng aft rl" a'nd.
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EDGAR WAL A.
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JOHN J. BUGGARD
Barrister, Solicitor,
Notary, Public, Ete,
Beattie Block - - Seaforlsh, Ont.•Phe
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(Continued from last week)me!"
"I'd like to find a job for you,
Johnny,'" said Alan, in desperation.
`"I thunk I can."
John
"Prisoners' ;Society?" hsmiled e �a�s'k-
' Aidy?"
ed. "No,, thank you! Or is it the
Salvation Army you're thinking of?
Paper sorting at twopence a hun,.
dredweight? When. I get a jolt, it
will be one that a• waster can't do,
Wembury.. I don't., want helping; 1
want alone.".its
There was a silence, 'broken byx: the
scratching of the seegeant's pen.
"Where are you going, to -night?
asked Alan. ne all costs this man
must be warned. He thought of.
Mary Lenley waiting at home. He
almost crazy with the fear that,
way
arrestshe s of!in this someman as a -betrayal ive the
his part. -. -
suspiciously.
--"I'm going 'op west. 'Why do you
want to know'?' .
edAlan s indifference was 111 assum
"I` don't wish to know particularly."
And then: "Sergeant, how far is it
from here to 'Camden Crescent?"
,'Hie, saw Johnny 'start.. The man's
eyeg Were fixed "on his..
''"Not ten minutes' walk," said the
sergeant.
"Not far, is it?" Alan was ad-
dressingthe ticket -of -leave man. "A
mere ten
Crescent toe the Sstation house Camden
Johnny did not •answer.'
eI thought of takin • -a lonelystroll
up' west."Alan along on. "Would
you like to come "along and have a
g
Chat? There are several things I'd'
to talk to you about."know
Johnny was watching him susp'ia-
„ �, ,:
he said quietly. "I've got to
meet a friend:" '''bout
Alan .picked up a book anckturned",
the leaves slowly. He did not raise
his eyes when he said: •
�' I wonder if you know whom you'reslid
Dire to meet? You used to be'a bit
of an athlete in our early dayrs,
Y
Lenley-a runner, weren't you? I
seem'to remember that you. took
prizes?"onday
wys
Yes, 'I ve got a cup or two,"h-
said,'in a tone of surprise:
"If I were your -still Alan did not
raise his eyes from the book -"I'd
ruri' 'and' not stop running until I
reached home. .And then I'd lot
the door to stop myself running out
}„
a 7'trne• desk sergeant was inti• lied.
„ ?" g g
"Why?" he asked.
"He might ponly
g get another cu ora
diploma or something.",
Johnn had turned his back on
ydesk.
Wembury and was apparently absorb-
ed in the information he was giving
to the sergeant. ''; W!hen he walked to
the door.
"Good night, Lenley, if I don't see
you again," said Wembury, .
Johnn spun round.
`"DoJohnny
x expect to see me a sin?"•
youP g
he asked. "To -night?"
`"Yes -I do."
The words were deliberate. It was
a
tine nearest to a warning that he
could give consistent with his duty;
an when, with a Shrug, Johnny Len -
leydwent out into the nig htthe heart
of' Alan Wembury vwzts' ore
i
What fools these people are!"he
said aloud,`
And a .good jo!b, too!"returned
the sergeant: If they weren't fools,
you'd 'never catch"'em!" •
Wembury would have gone out had
it not been for his promise to mee4•
Dr. Lomond here. . He did not want
to 'be around' »]len the inevitable
happened and Joh'j'nny Leniey was
'brought in unless he had taken the
hint, Had he . It 'seemed impos-
sl of belief that he could have the
si'tu'ation so plainly put ,before him,
and yet ignore the warning.
were part of -some •magicians trick.
polichinan at_ the desk caught a
glimpse of him` and Walked to the
door, The sergeant and the doctor
followed at` more leisurely pace.
u
"`Every entitle (brings toemy heart int,, torte'
my mouth, Wemlbury. 1 feel as though
I stood in the very presence of
doom.' • him:
His voice was a husky whine.
"I feel it now -as though some-
;'vhere near me, in this very room,
death were at my elbow. Oh, God.
a " • -
Suddenly he swayed, and Alan
Wembury caught 'him" just in time.
Fortunately the doctor was at' hand,
Sot they sat him on a Chair whilst fous,"
Sergeant 'Carter delved into his desk
for an ancient bottle of smelling -salts
that had served many a fainting lady like
ai yosercome in misfortunes room by her tentpor-e inspectirr's"
"What's the matter with 'him?" -'
fenny, "Take him into the inspector's for
room, sergeant, he'll 'be"all right in a•
few minutes!"•
ed Hfromatthea hargelthe roomgure and shist- ok
R
hi, lead. Then he strolled back, to instinct
the main door and into the corridor,
Ile waspeeringout into the night.
"What is it, octor?"' asked Alan ..
,,. T ference
"There he is again!"Lomond pointy
e,1 to the dark street. ' "'y
` IN he is it?" ' with'
"He's been watching,' the station
over t'nce 'Meister came in,". said piciously
to
Lomond,' o be • came backa chair tto
ci,ar P -room and drew u
tae. fre. you!
"Who is the mysterious watcher?" Cora
r .
'asked ,Wembury, ry, smiling. +'
" I don't know. It looked like Bliss
o ri•=," said Lomond, rollingfor'
a
arette; "be doesn't like don't
Tweeter
a .fool of .said Inp
one hand on the door.
"It takes a clever woman • to im-'
prove 'God's 'handiwork, '`What are
you down 'here' anyway?' . re-
doing "
Alan - sna :
"Your jolt snapped' Bliss as he
went out, banging the door behind
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R. S. HAYS'
Barrister,Solicitor Conweyaiieer
d Notary Public.. Solicitor for the
Dominion Bans. Office in rear of the
Dominion Bane ,Seaforth. Money to
lean•
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CHAPTER XLII
Carter was intrigued.
"It's curious that the inspector
",g
sire° t 'know. station routine, isn't it
e about 4\ r. Bliss is cur-
said Alan savagely, "'Bliss`
Where be got'.his name from I'd
to know!"not-'
Lomond went to the door of the
roam, where Meister lay
Hs was s namewatchful reefs ering', the doc-
said. As he' �eturnec,, a police-'
bilary came in and whispered to Wem-
,"A lady to see me? Who is it?"
"It's Cora Ann 'Milton," said Lo-
mond again displaying that uncanny
of 'his. ""My future bride!"
Cora Ann game in with an air in
w!hieh defiance and assumed indif-
were !bl'ended.
`"Say, lila ,there something wrong
your date book, doctor?'.
Alan regarded the old doctor sus-
.as Lomond took the wo-
man's end in his.
"There's something wrong with
Why, you're all --of a dither,
Ann.'
SI n nodded ugh imQy. .
�, a wa longer than an hour
any man,
Wembur looked 'u at this.
"Good 'Lord. ' I' was taken
! g ye to
grasped the doctor, "I was
down here and it slipped out
PP
-my'mind."Lenley
Cora Ann looked round •w ii;h"every
of distaste.
""i •can't blame you. If I were tali-
tc a place like this my -mind would
h' •cog, So, this is •a police 'stn-
.. My idea of hell only not so
She looked at We'm'bury.
where's your fancy dress? E'v-
else is . in uniform."
""I keep that for wearing at par-
t '" he smiled, .
She shuddered. n
Hgh- Ioesn t it make you sick?
can you stay here• -there must
something wrong with a man's
mind who likes this.sort of life. ,,,
°`T`i'e"'re's something wrong"Ishurt?"
,, g • with
said Lomond quietly. "There's
queer vacant look in your eye."
She eyed him steadily."I
"" Y,
The vacant i•sn t in my eye - I
Yy-
had anything to eat since
Lomond was all remorse.
' You poor hungry mite -=!could you
eat b'y yourself ? "' i
"I prefer to' take ''ny meals under
eye of a medical man,'' said Cora.
„ IIm not so sure that it would be
'bantered.
Do you think III' poison you?"
"You might poison my mind."
All the time 1Vemihury was, listen.-
with undisguised astonishment,
What was the doctor's game? .Whv
was he makingfriends with this girl
Are you going to take pity. on a
poor hysterical 'female?'' she demand-
•
'There was an element of despera-
tion in her tone; it was as thougn
she were making one last effort to
what? Alan was puzzled',
"; ,
I d live to, Coi•a Ann, but—
Lomond was saying. •
"But! But!" she mocked. "You're
a 'butter,' eh? Listen, Scottie, you
won't 'halve to' pay for the dinner!"
He •grinned at this.
''Thais certainly- . an inducement,
but I've got work to do," : •
Tri - a second her face had grown,
haggard. -
"Work!" ,She laughed lbitter'��yy, and
with a shrug of her shoulders yvalked
listlessly towards the door. '"'1111 know
the work! You're trying to !hang Ar-
th'ur 'M'ilton, That's your idea of
work! All right."
`Where are you going now;, las-
see?" asked the doctor, anxious']' .
She looked at him, and' her !su ile
was a little hard.
"Lt's too late for dinner.I think
I'll go and have -supper and a music
lesson at the same time. I've a friend
who plays the piano very, very well."
'Lomond walked 'to the door and
peered out into the fog after her
"That sounds like a threat to tree,"
hQAlan 'did not answer immediately.!
When he .spoke his voice was very
grave. '
"Doctor=I wish you shouldn't
makelovie to The Ringer's wife,"
"What"do you mean?" -
""I .mean -I don't want the possi-
bility of two tragedies on my mind."
'Carter, who had 'been into the
room where 'Meister was lying, came
back to his desk at that moment. ,.
"'How is he novo'?"
"`He's all right, sir," said the serg-
eant.
Tramp, tramp, tramp!
Alan's keen ears had caught the.
sound of the measured march, the
peculiar tempo of a man in custody,
and 'he drew a long 'breath as John-
ny Lenley, his arm gripped by
plain -clothes policeman, came through
the door and was arrayed `before the
desk. There was no preliminary.
�'1 am Detectiue-'Constable Bell,"
said the tall man. "This evening
was dn;the roof of• 57, Camden Cres-
cent; -'arid I saw this man come up
through a trap-door in the attic of
N. 'Si5• I saw hire seaxc)iing behind
the cistern of 5?, and took him into
custody, I charged him, with being
on enclosed premises for the purpose
of cominittin a felony."friend'
'Lenley stood looking down at the
scarcely
in the procto dings,, until he raised his
'tread and his eyes found Weinbuxy's,
. , -
&'BEST
BESTleavingwful-awful!
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' Barristers, Solicitors,--....Conveyan-
hers and Notaries,Publre, Etc. Office
its the Edge Building,o opposite TheEverything
Pp
Expositor Office,.
VETERINARY
• JOHN GRIEVE; V.S.
Honor. graduate of Ontario Veterin-
cry College. All diseases of domestic
animals 'treated. Calls promptly at-
tended to arid
Dentistry acs ecialtate•O a
andr y tr ry specialty.
and residence on, Goderich Street, one
door east of Dr. Maekay's office, Sea-
forth:
It was unfortunate for all cone!
ed that Mr. (Meister ehose that mo
tont to make- his bedraggled apps
•man inithe hands of stared foolishlyat t
detectiv
and Johnny Lenley smiled.
"Hallo • iP1aurice!" he said softie
The lawyer, was staggered,
"Why -why -it's -Let's ' ' i"
y -why -its -its Johnny -
startnmered. "You haven't been toe
ting into trouble again, have yc
Johnny?" He r
, raised his hands in
gesture of despair. "",What a 'n`iisfc
tune! I"'ll ibe• down at the court
defend you in the morning,' my boa
Heambled upto the sergeant's -de.
""Any food hwants, let him haivec
at my expense," he -;Said loudly,
"'Meister!" The • 'word came 11
the ,clang of steel on steel. "The
was no swag -behind -the cistern!"
Mr. Meister's face was a i
wonder and'"ama.zement, picture
"No swag behind the cistern
`Swag?' I don't know what you'
talking about, my boy."
g
nodded and grinned mirt
lessly.
I came out too soon for you.
interfered with your little you.
didn't it, Meister? You swine!"
'Before Wemlbury "eouId reali
what was happening, Johnny had t
lawyer by the throat. In a seco
four men were struggling in a he
on the ground. 1
As' they rolled on the floor, - t
door of the charge room flung
g op
and Inspector Bliss appeared.
stood for a secottd, and then with o
leap•was, in the 'thick of the scum.
It was 'Bliss who flungthe boy tato
H!e• walked to the -prostrate Meister
he he demanded,
White with rage, Johnny glared
the lawyer.
wish to God I'd ,
killed h
'hissed. him!"
'Bliss turned his hard eyes up
prisoner.
"Don't be so damned selfish, Lc
ley!" he said coldly.
A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S.
Graduate of Ontario Veterinary
College, University of Toronto. All
diseases of domestic animals treated
by the roost modern principles.!"
Charges reasonable. Day or night
calls promptly attended to. Office on
Main, Street; Hensall, opposite Towng
Hall. Phone 116.
MEDICAL like
iouNo,
me -I •
why."
o y' � dy he likes- dinner!"'
"GP Bhss know growled Weinberg. - called
tort" t
"I heard 'quite a curious thing a- oT
him at the club this afternoon," •
indication
said Lomond slowly, I met a many
who knew him in Washington - a
doctor man. He swears" that he saw ed
Bliss in the 'psycho,pathic ward of a
Brooklyn hospital." • titin
"When ?„ bright!"
"ht is thetabsurd art of it. 'Ile `"Say;,
P erybody
saw him only a fortnight
,ago ago."
Wembury smiled. : ties
"He has 'been back months."
"D° you know Bliss very weII?"
`"No, not very well," admitted Wem- How
1 " be
bury. T never met h'm'until he re-
turned from America, T had seen
him -he's a much older man than I.
and my pro»` tion was rather rapid. you,
He was asub-inspector when I was a
!
aconstable-Qiaiio."
-- •A man strode into the charge room •
and walked straight to the sergeants haven't
It was Inspector Bliss. lunch!"the
"I want' a gun," he said Shortly.
<"I beg pardon?" 'Carter stared at
him. not
"I want an automatic"-Iouder,
Wembury chuckled maliciously.' the
�,
"That's right, sergeant - Central
Inspector Bliss from Scotland Yard' safe,"he
wants an r Bliss?ie. What do you
want it for, Goingratting?
Bliss favoured him' with a crooked
smile. ing
Yes, but you needn't be. afraid,"
gh. W'hat s it to do with you•?
th"Quite a lot," said Wembury quiet-'
ly, aas,�the sergeant produced eremite-,
Matic. "This is my division."' -ed
'"Any reason why I shouldn't have
it?" dein'anded the bearded man, '
"None," said Wern ury, and as
the other made for- the door: I •
""
should sign for it, though. - You seem
to 'have' forgotten the routine, •Bliss."
Blies turned with a curse.
"I've 'been away from this damned
entry, you know that."
The doctor's eyes.were twinkling.
""Good evening Mr. Bliss."
For the first time it e.emed Bliss
noticed the police surgeon's presence.
" 'Evening, Professor. 'Caught The
Ringer yet?"
'"Not yet," smiled Lomond.
"Huh! Better write another `book
and then perhaps you will!" '
. "We are amused," responded Lo-
mond dryly. "No, I haven't caught
The Ringer, but T dare say I could
put my hand on him." -
Bliss looked at the other suspic-
iously.
"Think' so? You've got a theory,
eh?'"
""A' ''conviction, a very strong, eon-
^"(xiction,"' said Lomond mysteriously.
"Now 'wou take a tip from., me.
Leave police wank:ton policemen. Ar-
thum 'Milton's dangerous man. Seen
his•wife lately?'"'j�
"No -have you?"
Bliss turned. -I'
``N'o; I don't even know who she's
living with," ' • •
The d'octor's face hardened.
"Would you remember you're
speaking of a particular friend of
mine?" he demanded.
Inspector :Bliss allowed himself the
rare l'u'xury of a Chuckle.
Oh, she's
' caughtyou, too, eh?
She does find''em!"
i""Halve you never heard of a wo-
man .having a disinterested friend?"
demanded Lomond.
"Oh yes, there' ,,,,,one _'born every
minute," was the- harsh reply, and,
seeing Wemtbury's disa.ppro'vimg eyes
on him: "You're 'a bit of a senti-
mental Johnny, too, aren't you, Wem-
buryee,„
"That's - my weakness," said Alan
coolly,
"That girl Lenley-she's in Meis-
ter's office, isn't""sihe?'"
• Wembury smiled his contempt.
"You've found that out, have yogi?
a There are the' makings of a detective
in you," •he said; but Bliss was not
perturbed by the studied insult.
"Sweet on. her, they tell me. Very
romantivel The old s'quire's daughter
the love-sic'k oo er!"
"If you must use pthieves' slan
g.floor.
Boss mee "bU'sy: Were you ever in love,
? Huh! No woman can snake
"""-e.""«
R. E. J. R. FO1tSTlER
•
Eye, Ear, Nose, and Throat I
• Gradilate in Medicine, University'of.
Toronto, "
Late assistant New York Opthal-
mei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's
Eye and. Golden Square Throat Hos-
Hotepetals, London, Eng. At Commercial
in
each lmonth from 111ra.md M0 h p.m.
58 .Waterloo Street, South; Stratford.
DR. W. C. SPROAT
Graduate of Faculty of Medicine,
University of Western Ontario, Lori
don. Member of College of Physic-
fans and Surgeons of Ontario. Office
in forth. rt s Drug Store, Main St., ,
Seafoith. "Phone 90.
DR. A.•NEW'ON-BRADY_
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Graduate Dublin University, ' Ire-
land. Late Extern Assistant Master
Rotunda Hospital for Women and .
Children, Dublin. Office at residence
lately occupied by. Mrs. Parsons.
Hours: 9 to 10 a.m., 6 to' 7 p.m.,
Sundays, 1 to 2 p.m. ' - 2866-26.
CHAPTER XLIII
Alan Wembury had only o
thou ht in, his mind as he walk
from the police station,and that
supremely Wretched one. Mary h
to be told. 'Again he was to be
unwilling
was iblowin messenger upfromtheoriver a
g
lay so thick in same places that
had to grope his' way feeling alo
the railings. In the dip of Lewish:
Htgh Road it was clearer, for so!
reason. Being human, he cursed 1
fog; cursed John Lenley for his
senate folly; but it was when
thought of Maurice Meister that
found it most difficult to 'control :
anger. The base treachery of 1
man was,.,,almost inhuman.
He climbed up the stone stairc
of Malpas Mansions ,and knocked•
the door of Mary's flat. There was
answer. 'H -e knocked again; and t
he heard an inner door open,
snap of a lock as it was turned b
and:
'"'Is that you, Johnny'? I thoui
you had' the key."
"Ne, my dear, it is I."
"Alan!" She took a step back t
her hand went to her heart. "Is a!
thing wrong?"
'H'er face was twitching wit han
ety. He did not ansver until he I
closed the door (behind him and I
lotted her into the room.
"Is there anything wrong?" 1
asked again. . .' . "Is it Johnn
,'He nodded. She sank into a ch
and covered ,her eyes!witir 1
'hands. -
"Is. he . . . arrested?" s
whispered.
, Allan,.
"Tor the --`forgery?" She sp
'in a voice little above a whisper.
' "For the forgery?" He sta
down at her. "I don't know .w
you mean,• my dear."
And she turned a white, bewiic
ed face up to his.
"Isn't it for forgery?" she asl
in wonder; and then, as she reali
her indiscretion; "Will you for
that I asked that, Alar`?"
"Of course I'll forget, Mary,
dear. I know nothing about a fc
ery. Johnny was arrested for be
on enclosed premises,"
"For burglary -oh, my God."
"I don't know what it's all ab
I'm a little at sea myself," said
a an. ""I wish I could tell you ev
thing I guess: perhaps "will, eve
1 am fired out of the force for
' He dropped, his hand gently on
shoulder.
I "You've got to stand up to
'Mary; there may be some exp!
tion.. I can't understand why J
ny should have been such a Iun
.I did my best to warn him. I
think there is a chance for him.
ter I leave here and have seen
ter,.,;I'm going to knock up a la
of mine and get his advic
wish he hadn't gone for Meister.
atAt a thenheher of
station, and tshes
horrified.
DR. F. J. BURROWS
Office and residence Goderich Street,
east of . the United Church, Sea-
forth. Phone �6. Coroner for the
County of Huron.... .• ,
DR. C. MACHAY
•""
honor graduate of Trip-
C. Ma University,
ity University, and gold medalist of
Trinity Medical College; member of
the College of Physicians and Sur-
geons of 'Ontario.
DR...H. HUGH 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 Ophthalmie Hospital, London,
England; University Hospital, Lon-
don, England. Office -Back of 'Do-
muton Bank, Seaforth. Phone, No. 5.
Night calls answered from residence,
Victoria Street, Seaforth.
CHAPTER IEiR XLI
'Lomond had just shuffled in and
was cursing the weather when there
was a heavy footfall in the corridor
outside and the lawyer lurched in.
'Isis overcoat was open, his silk .hat,
•was •on the hack of his head, an un-
accustomed cigarette dr'oped from
his lips. The transition from the
dark street to the WeI itltarge�`
room temporarily !blinde • q hikn.' -H
stared for a long time at the doctor.
• "The Man of medicine and the Mali
himself" on tsaid thickly"My dear doc�
tor, this is almost an historic meet-
ing!" •
He turned to Alan.
' "'Have they brought 'him in? - I
didn't think he'd be fool enough to do
the job, but hens • better away, my
dear Weimlbury, very much better."
"Did you come to find 'out? You
might have saved yourself the trou-
,ble by telephoning," said Alan stern-
ly.
The whole mien of Meister sudden-
ly changed. The look that Alan had
seen in his eyes before reappeared,
and when he spoke hie'' voice was
-harsh but coherent.
`'`No, I didn't 'come for' that." He
looked round over his shoulder. The
policeman. 'had come from the door to
the sergeant, and was whispering
something to him. ]given • the doctor
seemed interested. ""Hacki.tt cleared
out and left me al -one --the dirty co-
ward'! Alone in the house!"
Up went the 'hand to his mouth.
"`It got, on my nerves, We,nbury.
Every sound I heard, the creak of
chair When I moved, a coal falliri'g
from the fire, the r"+attel of the win-
lows---•---'"'
Out of the dark beyond the door-
way 10°Med a figure. Nobody saw it'•
The thkel risen talking pectogtore1 esattall
the desk least of all. 'Ina Qe tofoIIli'
stared into the charge ro""
second sire vanished as though he
- DR. S. R. COLLYER '
Graduate Faculty of Medicine, Uni-
varsity of Western Ontario. Member
College of PhysieiansandSurgeons of
Warm; !dSodt, tadu te;Wicirk,'at New
York City Hospital art Vietdrfa Hos-
pita!, London. Phone: Hensall; 56.
Office, King Street, 'Hensall.
,
DR. J .A .MUNN
Graduate of ity, Chicago, Ill. Licent ate estern Univers-
Boyal
College of Dental •Surgeons, Toronto.
Office Over Sills' Hardware, Main St.,
Seaforth. Phone 161:
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DR. F. J. BECHELY _
Graduate Royal College of Dental
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Surgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R.
Smith's Groeery Main Street, Sea-
forth. Phones: Office, 185 W; res`-
dance, i86J.
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don, Ontario. Telephone: Metcalf
2801W. .
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that, anything' "yam shy „
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arkd .not. to Alan x tine itce�;
officer 'Mary, 'ni'Y d`eatii, '�t'ott!re- in-
tr'oulble: won't you .let mO'lelp yoiW' •
:She shook h . ,head _" - ..•
!"I can't, 1 can't! Thia1tas ?Feel.
things -"so dreadful. I ueiee
vind'ic'tive, and be"will never 9 ^ mva
Johnny. • And 'he was •going to sR.
nice . . he, was getting .us a
little farm' in the..country,"' •
It was on the tip of an's tongue
to tell her the truth about the be-
trayal, but the rigid discipline of the
police force was triumphant. T h e
first law and the last law of criininat
detection is never tiro, •!betray' the in-
former.
"It's a. mystery to' me why -Johnny
went to this house. He told some
story about there being loot, the ;peo-
ceeds of an old burglary, hidden in a
cistern; but of course there was
nothing of -the sort."
She• was crouching over the table,
her head on her hands, her eyes
closed... He thought for a-- moment
she was going to faint, and his arm
went about her shoulder.
",`Mary, can't I 'bel you?" His
voice was husky. .Ile found a dif-
ficulty in breathing. "'I don't care
how you think of me, whether,, ;it is
as the son of your old servant, as
Inspector Wembury the 'police officer,
or just Alan Wembury . . . who
loves you!"
She did not move; made no attempt
to withdraw from his encircling arm.
"I've said it now and I'm glad," he
went on (breathlessly. "I've always
loved you since you were a child.
Won't you tell me everything,'• Mary."
And then suddenly' she pushed him
away and came to her feet, wild-
eyed, her lips 'parted as at some hor-
rible thought..
"I can't, I can't!" she said, almost
incoherently. "Don't touch me, Alan
I'm not worthy of your
I thought I need not go, but now I
know' that I must . . for John-
ny's, sake." '
"Go where ?" he. asked sternly, but
she shook her head.
Then she flung, her'• hands Out im-
pulsively and caught him in a frenzied
clasp.;
"Alan, I` know you .love me .
ertd Pm glad . . . glad! You
kt%ow what that means, don't you? "A•
woman wouldn't say that unless she
she felt that way herself.
But I've got to save Johnny - I
must!" •'
'`Won't' you tell me what it is?"
She shook her' head. '
el can't. This is one of the hard
places that I've got to go through.
without ' help."
But he was not to be silenced.
¥Is it !M•eister?" he asked. "Is it
ea"ln'e. theeat that he is holding over
yb tr,
M i'ir shook her head wearily.
'1':1'bn't want to talk about it, Al-
an-il hat can I do for Johnny?.. Is
it really a bad Charge ---I mean, will
he' be sent to penal servitude again?
Do you think that Maurice could savo
him?"
For the moment Johnny's fate did
not interest the, police officer, He
had no mind, no thought for anybody
but this lonely- girl, battered and
bruised and 'broken. His arms went
round her; he held. he;• to his breast
and kissed, her cold lips.
"Don't please, Alan," she murmur-
ed, and realizing that she •had no
physical strength to resist, he releas-
ed her gently.
He hire elf' was shaking like an
aspen when he moved to the door:
"I'm going to solve a few myster-
ies -about Johnny and about other
things," he said, between his teeth.
"Will you stay here where I can find
your? I will conte 'bank in an hour."
Dimly • divining his purpose, she
called. him back, but he was gone.
M•eister's house was in darkness
when Alan 'struggled through the foe
into Flanders Lane:•' -The police of-
ficer on duty at the door had nothing
to report except that he had hear`
the sound of a piano coming faintly
from one of the upper rooms.
The policeman had • the key of the
gate and the front door, and, leaving
the man on duty outside, Alan strode
into the house. As he mounted the
starts, the sounds of a Humoresque
came down to him. He tried Meis •
ter's door: it was locked. ,Ile tappet
on the panel.
"What do you want?" asked Meis-
tor's slurred voice. "Who is it?"
`"Wembury. Open the door," said
Alan impatiently. -
He heard -the man 'growl as he
crossed the room, and presently the
door was opened. He walked in; the
room was in darkness save for a
light which came from one standard
lamp near the piano.
"Well, what's that young black-
guard got to• say for himself ?""- de-
manded Maurice. He had been drink-
ing heavily; the plate reeked with
the smell kif. spirits. There was a big
bruise on his cheek where John Len -
ley' had struck him.
Without invitation, Alan switched
on the lights, and the lawyer blinked'
impatiently at him.
"I don't want lights. Curse you,
why .did you put those lights on?"
he snarled.
"I want to see you," said Wem-
bury, "and I would like you to see
me!"
Meister stared at him:•stupidly.
"Well," he asked at last, ""you
wanted to see me? You seem to
have taken, charge of my house, Mr.
Wembury. You walk in and you go
out as you with; yoti !'turn on my
lights and put them off at your own
sweet will. Now perhaps you will
condescend to explain your attitude
and your manner."
"I've come to as -k you something
about a forgery."
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you're, ,talking a!bout"' A4>`arft'iee JAI
ter` was -•'-no fool, -- If lr!1;arlc ad di
the story of the !forged :ehequa,"
bullying of a , :police officer ..4,), 1
not ask each a question ,He ha
heard a little, guessed much"--.
ehiv:Ifeister was anxious to learn.,.
','1 y dear man, you 'conic 100 '14
the: Middle of the night and as'k nae
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questions about forgeries,' he went
on in a !flippant tone, ' Do you realto" •
expect me to be , conversational mkt
informative --after What I Have ex-
perienced' to -night? I've •dealt with:
so, many forgeries in my life that r
hardly know to which one you refer." -
His eyes strayed unconsciously to"
a little round table that was set in
the centre of the room and covered.
by 'a fine' white cloth. Alan ,had not-
iced this and 'wondered what the depth
concealed: It' might be :.M'ister's slip-
per, or it might be—Only for a sec-
ond did he allow his attention to be -
diverted, however.
"Meister, 'you're holding some
threat over the head of 'Mary Lenley,
and I want to know what it is. You"ve,
asked her to d -o something which she
doesn't want to do. 'I don't knows
what that is- either, !but'I can guess.
I'm warning you:-•.--"
"As a police , offnceil?'" sneered
Maurice. -
"As a man," said Alan quietiy','"For
the evil you are contemplating there
may 'be no remedy'1 law,' but I""telt
You this, that if one hair of Mary
Lenley's 'head is hurt, you will be
sorry."
The lawyer's eyes narrowed.
"That is a threat of personal vio-
lence, one presumes?" he said, and
in spite of the effort to appear un-
concerned his voice trenribled. 'Threat-
ened men,live° long, Inspector Wem-
bury; end
em-•buryl;..and I have been threatened all
my life and nothing has come of it.
The Ringer threatens 'me, Johnny
threatens me, you threaten me =- I '
thrive on threats!"
The eyes of Alan 'Wemb;n'ty hast
the hard: 'brightness of bkrnished
steel.
"Meister," he, said softly, "I won-
der" if'your, realize .how near you are
to death?"e
!Meister's jaw dropped and he gap-
ed at the young man who towered
over him.
"Not at' my hands, perhaps; not at
The Ringer's hands,. nor John 'Len -'-t
ley's hands; but if what I believe is
true, and if I am right in suspecting-
the
uspectingthe kind of •villainy you contemplate
to -night, and you 'carry your plans
through, be sure of one thing, Maur-
ice Meister -that if The Ringer fails
I shall get you!"
'Meister looked at him for a long-
time
ongtime and then forced a smile,
"By God, you're in.l.ove with Mary.
Lenley," he chuckled harshly. "That
is the best joke I've heard for
years!"
Alan heard his raucous laughter as
he went " down the stairs, and . the
echo of it rang in his ears all the
way down Flanders Lane.
He had a call to make -a lawyer
friend who lived in Greenwich. His
interview with that gentleman was.
very satisfactory.
CHA,PTEIR XLV
Alan Wembury came into the
charge room and glanced at the clock,.
He had been gone two hours.
"Has Mr. Bliss been in?" he asked:.
Bliss had v a -wished from the station
almost as" dramatically as he arrived.
""Yes,' sir; he came in for a few
minutes: he wanted to see a man in
the cells," said Carter.
Instantly Alan was alert.
"Who?" he asked.
"That boy Lenley. I let him bays:
the key."
What interest had 'the Scotland
Yard man in Johnny? Wembury was
puzzled.
"Oh -'he didn't stay long?"
',hid, Sir, About five minutes."
Alan shook his rain-soddened hat in
the 'fireplace.
"No messages?" •
"No, sir: one of our drunks has.
been giving a lot of• trouble. I had tte.
telephone to Dr. Lomond -he's with,
him now. By the way, sir, did you;
see this amongst Lenley's papers? r
only found it 'after you'd gone,.''
He took a card from the desk and
gave it to Wembury, who read:
"Here is the key. • You can go In
when you like -'No. 57."
"Why, that's Meister's writing"
"Yes, sir," nodded 'Carter, "and No,
57 is Meister's own property. I don't
know how -that will affect the charge.
against Lenley."
As he read a great load seemed- to;
roll from Alan Wem'bury''s heart
e'v'erything his lawyer friend had
said, came back to him.
(Continued next week.)
"A forgery? What do you mean?',!
"Yo -u know damned well what I
mean," said Alan savagely. "What
is this forgery you've told Mary Len -
ley -about?"
Drunk as he was, the question so•b-
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There are, I are ashamed to say, a,.
lot of Americans who get asked- to,
lunch by a countess and immediate*'
hreak into tears and want to cancel
the war debts. -Senator James., Reed
of Pennsylvania.
I s*t& shocked to see so many peo-•
pie of both sexes turn up in our won-
derful Rotten Row to do their riding
in costumes which are not only a dis -
grace to the royal park, but to thele
country. --(Sir Walter 'Gilbey.
N muneut;Cr-•'c eeeset naso so•
Visa p'°° sags lira nob pinom, mitt!,
ao d0r,'tt unrlq wont per; asouxigle5•
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