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What is wanted is a painless, twi
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Despite al! the changes talking pface
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The Adventures of « Demobilized c -j M cNei i e
Officer Who Found Peace Dull "Sapp«"
Copyright by Geo. EL Doras Co.
"THOSE DEVILS."
Synopsis.—ln December, 3918, four
men gather In a hotel In Berne and
heir one of' the quartet outline a
plan to paralyze Great Britain and
at the same time seize world power.
The other three, Hockln?, Ameri
can, and Stelneman and Von Grat*,
Germans, all millionaires, agree to
the scheme, providing another man,
Hiram Potts, an American, Is taken
In. The Instigator of the plot gives
his name as Comte dei Guy, but
when he leaves for England with
his daughter he decides to use the
name Carl Peterson. Capt Hugh
(Bull-Dogt Drummond, a retired
officer, advertises for work that
will give him excitement, signing
"X 10." As a result he meets Phyl
lis Benton, a young woman who
answered his ad. She tells him of
strange murders and robberies •of
which she suspects a band headed
by Peterson.
CHAPTER I—Continued.
" 'Admiring my treasures?' he re
marked. 'Pretty things, aren't they?"
I couldn't speak a word: I just put
them back on the table.
" 'Wonderful copies,' he went on, 'of
the duke of Melbourne's lost minia
tures. I think they would deceive
most people.'
" 'They deceived me,' I managed to
get out.
"All the time he was staring at me.
a cold, merciless stare that seemed to
freeze my brain. Then he weijt over
to one of the safes and unlocked It.
"Come here, Miss Benton,' he said.
There are a lot more—copies.'
"I only looked'inside for a moment,
but I have never seen or thought of
such a sight. Beautifully arranged on
black velvet shelves were ropep of
pearls, a gorgeous diamond tiara, and
a whole heap of loose, uncut stones.
And In one corner I caught a glimpse
of the most wonderful gold challced
like the one for which Sam
(Jliel Levy, the Jew moneylender, was
still offering a reward. Then he shut
the dodr and locked It, and again
stared at me In silence.
" 'All copies,' the said quietly, "won
derful copies. And should you ever be
tempted to thfnk otherwise—ask your
father, Miss Benton. Be warned by
me: don't do anything foolish. Ask
your father first.'"
"And did you?" asked Drummond.
She shuddered. 'That very eve
ning," she answered. "And daddy flew
into a frightfui passion, and told me
"Admiring My Treasures?" He Re
marked. "Pretty Things, Aren't
They?"
never to dare to meddle In things that
didn't concern me again. Then grad
ually, as time went on, I realized that
Lakington had some hold over daddy—
that he'd got my father In his power."
Her liands were clenched, and her
breast rose and fell stonnlly.
Drummond waited for her to com
pose herself before he spoke again.
"You mentioned murder, too," he re
marked.
She nodded. "I've got no proof,"
Bhe said, "less even than over the
burglaries. But there was a man
called George Drlnger, and one eve
ning, when Lakington was dining with
us, I heard him discussing this man
with daddy.
" 'He's got to go," said Lakington.
'He's dangerous!'
"And then my father got up aad
"closed the door; but I heard them ar
.gulng for half an hour. Three weeks
later a coroner's Jury found that
George Drlnger had committed suicide
while temporarily Insane. The same
evening daddy, for the first time in his
rife, went to bed the worse for drink."
The girl fell silent, and Drummond
■tared at the orchestra with troubled
•yes. Things seemed to be rather
.4*«p«r than be had anticipated.
"Then there was another case." Hhe
was speaking again. "Do you remem
ber that man who was found dead In
a railway carriage at Oxhey station.
He was an Italian—Giuseppe by
name; and the Jury brought in a ver
dict of death from natural causes. A
month before, he had an interview with
Lakington, which took place at our
house-: because the Italian, being a
stranger, came to tlie wrong place, and
Lakington happened to be with us at
the time. The interview finished with
a fearful quarrel." She turned to
Drummond with a slight smile. "Not
much evidence, is there? Only I know
Lakington murdered lilm. I know It.
You may think I'm fanciful —Imagining
things; you may think I'm exaggerat
ing. I don't mind If you do—because
you won't for long."
Drummond did not answer Immedi
ately. Against his saner Judgment he
was beginning to be profoundly Im
pressed, and, at the moment, he Jld
not quite know what to say*
"What about this other man?" he
asked at length.
"I can tell you very little about him,"
she answered. "He came to The Elms
—that Is the name of Xaklngton's
house—three months ago. He is about
medium height and rather thick-set;
clean-shaven, with thick brown hair,
flecked slightly with white, ills fore
head is broad, and his eyes are a
sort of cold grey-blue. But it's his
hands that terrify me. They're large
and white and utterly ruthless." She
turned to him appeallngly. "Oh ! don't
think I'm talking wildly," she Im
plored. "He frightens me to death—
that man: far, far worse than Laking
ton. He would stop at nothing to gain
his eiids. and even Lakington himself
knows that Mr. Peterson Is his mas
ter."
"Peterson!" murmured Drummond.
"It seems quite a sound old English
name."
The girl Inughed scornfully. "Oh 1
the name Is sound enough, If it was
his real one. As It is, it's about as
real as Ills daughter."
"There Is a lady In the case, then?"
"By the name of Irma," said the
girl briefly. "She lies on a sofa In
the garden and yawns. She's no
more English than that waiter."
A faint .smile flickered over her
companion's face; he had formed a
fairly vivid mental picture of Irma.
Then he grew serious a&aln.
"And what is It that makes you
ttynk there's mischief ahead?" he
asked abruptly.
The girl shrugged her shoulders.
"What the novelists call feminine In
tuition, I suppose," she answered.
"That —and my father." She said the
Inst words very low. "He hardly ever
sleeps at night now: I hear him pacing
up nnd down his room—hour after
hour, Jhour after hour. Oh! It makes
me mad. . .. . Don't you understand?
I've gat to get him away from those
devils, before he breaks down com
pletely."
Drummond nodded, and looked
away. While she had been speaking
he had made up his mind what course
to take, and now, having outsat every
body else, he decided that It was time
for the Interview to cease. Already
an early diner was having a cocktail,
while Lakington might return at any
moment. And if there was anything
In v flat she had told him, It struck
him th'at It would be as well for that
gentleman not to find them together.
"I think," he said, "we'd better go.
My address Is (50A Half Moon street;
my telephone 1234 Mayfalr. If any
thing happens, if ever you want me—
at any hour of the day or night—ring
tne up or write. If I'm not In, leave a
message with ray servant Denny. He
is absolutely reliable. The only other
thing Is your own address."
'The Larches, near Godalmlng," an
swered the girl, as they moved toward
the door. "Oh! If you only knew the
glorious relief of feeling one's got
some one to turn to . . ." She
looked at him with shining eyes, nnd
Drummond felt his pulse quicken sud
denly.
"May I drop you anywhere?" he
asked, as they stood on the pavement,
but she shook her head.
"No, thank you. I'll go In that taxi."
She gave the man an address, and
stepped In, while Hugh stood bare
headed by the door.
"Don't forget,' he said earnestly.
"Any time of the day or night. And
while 1 think of it—we're old friends.
Can that be done? In rase I come and
stay, you see."
She thought for a moment ami then
nodded her head. "All right," she an
swered. "We've met a lot In London
during the war."
Wllh a griudlug of gear wheels the
tuxl drove off. leaving Hugh with a
vivid picture imprinted on his mind
of blue eyes, and white teeth, and a
rHa '"VSib the bloom of a wm-klssed
peach.
For fe moment or two he stood star
ing after it. and then he walked across
to his own car. With his mind still
full of the Interview he drove slowly
along Piccadilly, while every now and
then he smiled grimly to himself. Was
the whole thin# an elaborate hoax?
Somehow deep down In his mind, he
wondered whether It «u a Joke —
whether, by some freak of fate, he had
■tumbled on ooe of thoee strange mys-
THE ALAMANCE GLEANER, GRAHAM, N. C
terles which up to date he had regard
ed as existing only In the realms of
dime novels.
He turned into his rooms, and stood
In front of the mantelpiece taking
off his gloves. It was as v he was
about to lay down on the table
that an envelope caught his eye, ad
dressed to htm in an unknown hand
writing. Mechanically he picked it up
and opened It. Inside was a single
half-sheet of notepaper, on which a
fewjinea had been written In a small,
neat hand.
"There are more thtngs In heaven
nnd earth, young man, than a capabil
ity for eating steak and onions, and a
desire for adventure. I Imagine that
you possess both: and they are useful
assets in the second locality mentioned
by the poet. In heaven, however, one
never knows—especially with regard to
the onions. Be careful."
Drummond stood motionless for a
moment, with narrowed eyes. Then
lie leaned forward' and pressed the
bell.
"Who brought this note, James?" he
said quietly, as his servant came Into
the room.
"A small boy, sir. Said I was to be
sure and see you got It most particu
lar." He unlocked a cupboard .near
the window and produced a tantalus.
"Whisky, sir, or cocktail?"
"Whisky, I think,- James." Hugh
carefully folded the sheet of paper and
placed It In his pocket. And his face
as he took the drink from his man
would have left no doubt in an onlook
er's mind as to why. In the past, he
had earned the name of "Bull-Dog"
Drummond.
CHAPTER 11.
In Which He Journeys to Godalmlng
and the Game Begins.
ONE.
"I almost think, James, that I could
toy with another kidney." Drummond
looked across the table at his servant,
who was carefully arranging two or
three dozen letters In groups. "I've
got a Journey In front of me today,
and I require a large breakfast."
James Denny supplied the defi
ciency from a dish that was standing
on an electric heater.
"Are you going for long, air?"
VI don't know,
pends .on circumstances. Which,
When you come to think of it. Is
undoubtedly one of the most fatuous
phrases In the English language. Is
there anything in the world that
doesn't depend on circumstances?"
"Will you be motoring, sir, or going
by trnin?" asked James prosaically.
Dialectical arguments did not appeal
to him.
"By car," answered Drummond.
"Pajamas and a tooth-brush."
"You won't take evening clothes,
sir?"
"No. I want my visit to appear un
premeditated James, and If one goes
about completely encased In boiled
shirts, while pretending to be merely
out for the afternoon, people have
doubts as to one's Intellect."
James digested this great thought In
silence.
"Will you be going far, sir?" he
asked at length, pouring out a second
cup of coffee.
"To Godalmlng. A charming spot,
I believe, though I've never been there.
Charming Inhabitants, too, James. The
lady I met yesterday at the Carlton
lives at Godalmlng."
"Indeed, sir," murmured James non
commlttally.
"You d —d old humbug." laughed
Drummond, "you know you're Itching
to know all about It. I had a very
long and Interesting talk with her, and
one of two tilings quite clear
ly from our conversation. Either,
James, I am a congenital Idiot, and
don't know enough to come In out of
the rain; or we've hit the good*. That
Is what I propose to find out by my
little excursion. Either our legs, my
friend, are being pulled till they will
never resume their normal shape; or
that advertisement has succeeded be
yond our wildest dreams."*'
"There are a lot more answer* In
this morning, sir." Denny made n
movement toward the letters he had
been sorting. "One from a lovely
widow with two children."
"Lovely," cried Drummond. "How
forward of her;" He glanced at the
letter and smiled. "Care, James, and
accuracy are essential In a secretary.
The misguided woman calls herself
lonely, not lovely. She will remain so,
a$ far as I am concerned, until the
other matter is settled."
"Will It take long, sir, do you
think?"
"To get It settled T' Drummond lit
a cigarette nnd leaned back In his
chair, "Listen, James, und I will out
' line the case. The maiden lives at a
house called' The Larches, near God
almlng, with her papa. Not far away
Is another house called The Elms,
owned by a gentleman of the name
of Henry Laklngton—a Hasty man.
James, with a nasty face —who was
also at the Carlton yesterday after
noon for a short time. And now we
come to the point Miss Benton—
that Is the lady's nam*—accuses Mr.
Laklngton at batng the compute IT
In the criminal line. She went even
so for as to say «Jiat he was the sec
ond moat dangerous mim iu England."
"Indeed, sir. More coftee, sir?"
"Will nothing move you. James?"
remarked his master plaintively.
"This man murders people and does
things like that, you know.''
"Personally, sir, I prefer a picture
palace. But I suppose there ain't no
accounting for 'obbles. May I cleur
away, sir?"
"JSo, James, not at present. Keep
Quite still while I go on, or I shall
get It wrong. Three mctnths ago there
arrived at The Elms, the most dun
gerous man In England—the IT of
ITS. Tills gentleman goes by the
name of Peterson, and he owns a
(laughter. From what Miss Benton
said, I have doubts about that daugh
ter, James." He rose and strolled over
to the window. "Grave doubts. How
ever, to return to the point. It ap
pears that some unpleastng conspiracy
Is belqg launched by IT, the IT of
ITS, and the doubtful daughter, Into
which Papa Benton has been unwill
ingly drawn. As far as I can make
out, the suggestion Is that I should
unravel the tangled skein of crime
and extricate papa,"
In a spasm of uncontrollable ex
citement James sucked his teeth.
"Lumme, It wouldn't 'dlf g" on the
"And Bee If You Can Find That Wa
ter-Squirt Platol I Used to Have—
Son of a Gun, They Called It."
movies, would It?" he tymarked. "Bet
ter than them Red Indians and
things."
"I fear, James, that you are not In
the habit of spending your spare time
at the British museum, as I hoped,"
said Drummond. "And your brain
doesn't work very quickly. The
point Is not whether this hideous af
fair Is better tlian Bed Indians and
things—but whether It's genuine. Am
I to battle with murderers, or shall
I find a house party roaring w(jh
laughter on the lawn?"
"As long as you laughs like 'ell
yourself, sir, I don't see as 'ow It
- makes much odds," answered James.
"The first sensible remark you've
made this morning," said his master
hopefully. "I will go prepared to
laugh."
He picked up a pipe from the man
telpiece. and proceeded to till It,
while James Denny waited In silence.
"A lady may ring up today," Drum
mond continued. "Miss Benton, to be
exact. I>on't say where I've gone.
If she does; but take down any mes
sage, and write It to ine at Godal
mlng postolflce. If by any chance you
don't hear from me for three days,
get In touch with Scotland Yard, and
tell 'cm where I've gone. That cov
ers everything If It's genuine. If,
on the other hand, It's a hoax, and the
house-party ls°a good one, I shall
probably want you to come down wJtb
my evening clothes and Millie more
kit."
"Very good, sir. I will clean your
small Colt revolver at once."
Hugh Drummond paused In the act
of lighting his pipe, and a grin spread
slowly over his face. "Excellent," he
said.- "And see If you can find that
water-squirt pistol I used to have —
Son of a Oun, they called It. That
ought to raise a laugh, when I arrest
the tnurderer with It"
TWO.
The .TO h.p. two-seater made short
work of the run to Godulmlng. As
Drummond thought of the two guns
rolled up carefully In his pajamas—
the harmless toy and {he wicked little
automatic —he grifined gently to him
self. The girl had not rung him up
during the morning, nnd after a com
fortable lunch at his club, he had
started about three o'clock. The
hedges, fresh with the glory of spring,
flashed past; the smell of the country
came sweet and fragrant on the air.
There was a gentle warmth, a balm-
Iness In the day that made It good to
be alive, and once or twice he sang
nnder his breath through sheer light
headedness of spirit. Surrounded by
the peaceful beauty of the fields, with
on occasional village half hidden by
great trees from under which the tiny
houses peeped ont. It seemed Impos
sible that crime cotilrt exist—laugh
able. Of course the thing, was • hoax,
an elaborate leg-pull, but being not
guilty of _any mental subterfuge, Hugh
Drummond admitted to himself Quite
truly that he didn't care a 4—• If
It was. Phyllis Benton was at liberty
to continue the Jeet, wheiever arfl
whenever she Uked. Phyllis Benton
was a very nice girl, and very, nice
girls are permitted a lot of latitude.
A persieient honking behind aroused
him from his reverie, and he pulled
Into the side of the road.
An open cream-colored Rolls-Royce
drew level, with five people on board,
and he looked up as It passed. There
were three people in the back —two
men and a woman, and for a moment
his eyes met those of the man near
est him. Then they drew ahead, and
Drummond pulled up to avoid the
thick cloud of dust.
With a slight frown he stared at
the retreating cur; he saw the man
lenn ' over and speak to the other
man; he saw the other man look
around. Then a bend In the road hid
them from sight,' and still frowning,
Drummond pulled M}t his case and
lit a cigarette. For the man whose
eye he nad caught as the Rolls went
by was Henry Lakington. There was
no mistaking that hard-lipped, cruel
face.
Presumably, thought Hugh, the
other two occupants were Mr. Peter
son and the doubtful daughter, Irma;.
Presumably they were returning to The
Elms. And incidentally there seemed
no pronounced reuson why they
shouldn't. But, somehow, the sudden
appearance of Lakington had upset
hltn; he i felt Irritable and annoyed.
What little he had seen of the man
he had not liked; he did not want
to be reminded of him, especially Just
as he was thinking of Phyllis. 'j
He watched the white dust-cloud
rise over the hill In front us the car
topped It; be watched It settle and
drift away In the faint breeze. Then
he let in his clutch and followed
quite slowly In the big car's wake.
There had been two men In front —
the driver and nn'other, and he won
dered Idly If the lotter was Mr. Ben
ton. He accelerated up the hill and
swung Oiver the top; the next mo
ment he braked hard and pulled up
Just in time. The Rolls, with the
chauffeur peering into the bonnet, had
stopped In such a position that It wfts
Impossible for him to get by.
The girl was still seated In the back
of the car, also the passenger In
front, hut the two other men were
stnnding In the road apparently watch
ing the chauffeur, nnd after a while
the one whom Drummond had recog
nized as Lakington came toward him.
"I'm sorry," he began—and then
paused In surprise. "Why, surely It's
Captain Drummond!"
Drummond nodded plensontly.
"The occupant of a car Is hardly llke
.ly to change In a mile, Is he?" he re
marked. "I'm afraid I forgot to
wave as you went past, but I got
your smile ail right. Are you likely,
to be long, because If so, I'll stop my
engine?"
The other man was now approach
ing casually, and Drummond regarded
him casually. *A friend of our little
Phyllis, Peterson," said Lakington, as
lie came up.
"Any friend of Miss Benton's Is,
I hope, ours," said Peterson with a
smile. "You've known her a long
time, I expect?"
"Quite a long time," returned Hugh
"We have Jazzed together on many
occasions."
"Which makes It all the more un
fortunate that we should have de
layed you," said Peterson. "I enn't
help thinking, Lakington, that .that
new chauffeur Is a bit of a fool."
"I hope he avoided the crash all
right," murmured Drummond politely.
Both men looked at him. "The
crash!" said Lakington. "There was
no question of a crush. We Just
stopped."
"Really," remarked Drummond. "I
think, sir, that you must be right In
your diagnosis of your chauffeur'*
mentality." He turned courteously to
Peterson. "When something goe*
wrong, for a fellah to stop his car,
by braking so hard that he locks both
hack wheels, Is no bon, as we used
to say In France. „I thought,-Judging
by the tracks In the dust, that you
must have been In Imminent danger
of ramming a traction engine. "I won
der If I could help your man," he
contJcued. "I'm a bit of an expert wltbP
a Bolls."
''How very kind of jrou," said Peters
son. , "I'll go and see." He went over
to the man and spoke a few words.
"Isn't It extraordinary," remarked
Hugh, "how the eye of the boss gal
vanizes the average man Into activ
ity. As long, probably, as Mr. Peter
son had remained here talking, that
chauffeur would have gone on tinker
ing with the engine. And now—look.
In a second —all serene. And yet I
dare say Mr. Peterson knows nothing
about It really. Just the watching
eye, Mr. Lakington. Wonderful thing
—the human,optic."
He rambled on with a genial smile,
watching with apparent luterest the
car In front. "Who's the quaint bird
sitting beside the chauffeur? He ap
peals to me Immensely. Wish to
heaven I'd had a few more like him
In France to turn Into snipers."
"Mny I ask why you think he would
have been u success at the job?" Lak
ington's voice expressed merely per
functory Interest, but Ids cold, steely
eyes were fixed on Drummond.
Drummond get* busy and
forces the fighting.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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else," writes C. O. Frnpplr.
Eatonic Is the modern remedy for
acid stomach, bloating, food repeating
and Indigestion. It quickly takes up
and carries out the acidity and gas
and enables the stomach to digest the
food naturally. That means not only
relief from pnin and discomfort but
you get the full strength from the food
you eat. Big box only costs a trifle
with your drugglst'fe guarantee.
Prayers in Stock.
Aunty was putting Amy to bed, and
she was Just about to full usleep.
"Don't forget to say your
first," gently reminded aunty.
"It's nil right, aunty." drowsily re
plied Amy. "I often skip a night and
say two prayers next time instead
when I aren't so awful sleepy."
His Interpretation. ..
"The presiding elder says something
lias got to be done about the acoustic*
In the church," remarked an acquaint
ance.
"Aw, I d'know!" returned flap John
son of Itumpus Ridge, Ark. "If folk*
are just nacher'ly hound and deter
mined not to believe what's preoched
to 'em I'm willing to let 'em go to— »
ynw-w-wn ! —hell in peace."—Kan
sas City Star.
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