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Coi»rt«lH. 1913, National New# Association
By Cliff Sterrett
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You Never Can Tell When Luck Will Hit You
Registered United States Patent Office
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By T W. HANSHAW
Copyright by Doubledsy, Page & Co.
TO-DAY'S 1NSTALLM ENT.
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'HOPE 1 am—I pray to God tha.
I “ am. It seems so horrible
after what I thought of her,
what I once hoped she would be to
me. But in the face of those others.
Sir Gorrell James, the man Hadlow—
and now my son”—
Her voice snapped, she squeezed
her hands together hard and moved
swayingly. as if her emotions were
undermining her strength; then faced
about abruptly, and with an apologetic
Forgive me. I must not delay,”
opened the door before the superin
tendent could perform that office for
her and hurriedly left the office
Something Red Went Past
Mr. Narkom went straightway to
Ms desk and forthwith began to as
sort and assemble the memoranda
gathered during « recent two days'
absence—spent in flicking about from
- n U) town with l^ennard and the
i*d re# limousine- find P \'.t c perh i<«
ctv or a dozen minutes later w hen he
looked at his watch and pressed thrice
on an electric button beside the ink-
stand.
He had barely more than slipped
the papers he was assorting into his
poeketbook and snapped an elastic
band round it when something red
went with a whiz and a swirl past the
window and round the angle of the
building; and at almost the same mo
ment a door opened and closed, a
nan's figure advanced toward the desk
and one might have i vgiven one's self
for imagining that the superintendent
had mastered Sir Boyle Roche s bird
trick of being in two place at once,
for there was one Mr. Maverick Nar
kom sitting in the desk chair and the
very fetch and double of him stand
ing at attention and. waiting for or
ders some two feet distant.
“Glad to set you back, sir,” said
the standing flguie, bringing his rig»
forefinger to his temple and letting ii
drop to his side again. ' M-nu* y.ul
l ad a pleasant tlim -ii
'Toterabh . H« unnnd, tui< r.ible/'
replied tin superintendent, putting
the banded b> ok into an inner pocket
ami rising to bis feet. Let’s b«va
a look at you. Round this way. so
I can get the light full on your face.
Yes, that's better. 1 meant to tel! you
the other day that you had the droop
of the mustache a leetle too low at
the corners, but 1 see that you have
rectified it. And by the way, tell
Hovce, will you. that ie makes up
for Lennard exceedingly well, but he
mustn't forget that peculiar trick of
the origina al ays leaning ov'er after
the manner'of a cyclist, to ore side
ever> lime he rounds a corner. Tic-
member that, please ”
Complained of Both Things.
••ye«sjr. Mr. Oleek complained of
both things—the droop of my mus
tache and Boyce's forgetting the lean-'
over habi*. sit -in a note he wrote to
T-ctrle the day you left,’
Did liereplied Narkom. “Quite
so: it was he that drew my attention
to the discrepances. An.body be«.n
fo owing t: old i d car hen vou’ve
been out in her. * i * * you think?”
V-sh — °acn inn w-m t ktn her
out: jc.-terday ir pariicihir. rnap
1 iu• i Free a A in h- . hknwlte a ge nt
ms a uuu—looked ik » i* reign mt!i-
t; ry man. fir, trying to wear English
clothes like he was used to ’em. One
or 'tothcr of those two turned up ev
erywhere \\e went. Expect the Apache
Johnnie is prowlin’ round ion the Em
bankment now, sir—was, at any rate,
an hour or so ago. At any rate, it’s
safe ''dds that him o- the foreign
party—maybe both—will pick us up
somewhere on the road.”
“Good.” said Narkom. with a sort of
subdued chuckle. 'Give them a nice
little run for their, money. Hammond.
Take ’em out Wandsworth way—it’s
exactly opposite from the direction I
shall be taking—and don’t forget to
stop off so mew here, so they wont get
to realizing that it’s a blind trail.
That’s all. Tut along.”
Hammond Obeyed.
Hammond obeyed. Mimicking, us
best he could, the sii(tht swagger and
the peacock step of the superiu-
tenelent. he passed out of the building,
-iiteied the waiting limousine—the
mock Leonard deferentially saluting
him as he appeared.,-and a moment
later, car and mere** hisked down the
narrow passage which led.to the em
bankment and whirled off in the di
rection of Victoria.
Giving them time to get clear of the
neighborhood and—if they we’e /o!
lowed—to draw those who were on
the watch for him away with them.
Mr. Narkom issued orders to the door
porter to whistle up a taxi, dived into
his dressing room for his hat and
coat, and at precisely two minutes to
4 o'clock was set down in the thick nt
the crowd at Oxford Circus, where he
immediately passed Into the door of a
well-known and fashionable shop by
the Oxford Street entrance and
passed out again by the Regent Street
one.
There at the curb—lined up with
other conveyances and looking as es
sentially “private" as the best of them
—the new limousine waited; and Len
nard. resplendent in a gray livery and
a big blond mustache that rested in
a table drawer when he went to bed
nights, sat like an image in the chauf
feur's sear
M Narkom walked serenely up to
the waiting vehicle, entered it. clos'd
the door promptly, issued the neces
sary directions through the pipe of the
speaking tube, and in the winking of
an eye there was a gap in the line of
vehicles and the dark blue limousine
was gone—worming its way through
the thick of the traffic until it could
cut into an intersecting thoroughfare
and find a less crowded path, and then
scudding off like a hunted hare in the
direction of Xotting Hill.
It whisked through that district at
a lively clip; it whizzed down the
High Street, leaving Bayswater and
Xotting Hill Gate to drop away into
the rear like the far ends of a moving
panorama; it cut past Starch Green
and down Uxbridge Road to Shep
herd's Bush and through that to Chis
wick and never stopped until it pulled
up at a curious little flower shop at
the entrance to a big nursery, a-gli.-'
ter with glass houses and ablaze with
bloom, in the green and fragrant
stretches which lie between t'hiswuk
Park and Trunham Green.
An odd and a pictur* sque place it
was. this nursery owned an<f*yuKI-
vetea by a genial, slow .muxiiu.* good-
tempered old Hollander who could not
speak two words of English, his wife
who could not speak one and .their
daughter, who conducted the little
flower shop and could jabber yards cf
it with a fine Cockney accent acquired
at a boarding school and beautifully
blended with the burr of her native
Dutch.
Slid From His Seat.
As the limousine halted before :he
shop over which this accomplished
young woman presided a young man.
who was seated on the edge of the
counter, engaged in the double duty
of assisting and "blarneying" her at
one and the same time, slid down
from his perch, opened the door to ad
mit the superintendent and stood re
vealed—Dollops.
"Out in the gardens, sir,” he con
trived to say, so low that no e?rs but
Nark ant's heard him. "Old 'uns can't
speak a bally word of Enei:sh nor yet
understand cne. and I’m takin' care
of this party as ran do both. Any
body rise cornin’, sir?”
To be Continued To-morrow.
In the Limelight.
Jack- Tc«eie. our seat* are .right
the middle of the field. .
Tes*—Oh John, don't you tti.n*
we'll be too conspicuous?’ 1