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The Dingbat Family
A Little Bit of Very Futurist Art By Herrimail
Copyright. 1913, National News Association.
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Copyright, 1913, National New* Association.
By Cliff Sterrett
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t A Detective Story of Thrilling
t> Interest, Love and Mystery
By T W HANSHAW
Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co.
TO-DAY A INSTALLMENT.
“I 1
HOPE I am—I pray to God that
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 perforin that office for
her and hurriedly left the office
Something Bed Went Past.
Mr. Narkom went straightway to
Ms desk and forthwith began to as
sort and assemble the memoranda
gathered during s recent two days'
absence—spent in flicking abou' from
town to town with Lennard and the
old red limousine—and it was perhaps
terv or a dozen minutes iater when 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
pocketbook 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 hsvo i 1 given one’s self
for Imagining that the superintendent
had mastered Sir Boyle Roche's bird
trick of being in two place at once,
fortheie was one Mr. Maverick Nar-
koxn sitting in the desk chair and the
\»ry fetch and double of him stand
ing at mention .<m : waiting for or
ders some two feet distant.
•'Glad to see you back, sir." said
the standing figure, bringing ins riglr
fonefingf r to his ten.pie .m-i letting ;i
| drop to his side again "Hope >mu
I had & tlm*-. mi
'Tolenibh Ha nioond, io • r hi#.*
y )]ied 1 b* sup« »i in ■indent, puttinc
l ihe banded book inn. an inner p,.. - t
and rislrg to hi* f^-t. Let’s b*vs
h. look at you. Round this way, so
I can get the light full on your face.
Yes, that’s better. 1 meant to tell you
the other day that you had the droop
of the mustache a leetlc too low’ at
the corners, out l see that you have
rectified it. Ami by the way. tel!
Hovcc. will you, that ie mikes up
for Lennard exceedingly well, but he
mustn’4 forget that peculiar trick of
the originn al voyg leaning over after
the manner of a cyclist, io one side
every time he rounds a corner. Re
member that pleaae ’’
Complained of Both Things.
"Yessir. Mr. Cleek complained of
both things—the droop of my mus
tache and poyce’s forgetting the lean-
over habit, sir —in a note he wrote to
Petrie the day you left.’
Did he?* replied Narkom. "Quite
so: it was he that drew my attention
to th« discrepant, ies. An*body been
foi'.nv. ing t! old red car when you’ve
been *«ut in her, do you think?"
Y* s>ii —eacn lire- w e’\» iskt n lu r
owt; voterday ii particular. Chap
lik* t French Ap '. hc; likewise n gent
m* a uuJ —4. gn in ill-
trry man. ? ir. trying to wear Englisii
clothes like he was used to ’em. One
or ’tother of those two turned up ev
erywhere we went. Expect the Apache
Johnnie is prowlin’ round on the Em
bankment now. sir—was. at any rate,
an hour or so ago. At any rate, it’s
safe *dds that hir> 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 somewhere, so they won’t get
to realizing that it's a blind trail.
That’s all. Cut along "
Hammond Obeyed.
Hammond obeyed. Mimicking, as
best lie could, the slight swagger and
the peacock step of the superin
tendent. lie passed nut of the building,
-ntered the waiting limousine—the
mock Lennart} deferentially saluting
him as he appeared - and a moment
later, car and men whisked 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 ne'e lot-
lowed—to dfttw those who were on
the watch for him away with them.
Mr. Narkom issued orders to the dor r
porter to wYiistle 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 of
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. respfendent 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
feurs seat.
Mr Narkom walked serenely up lo
the waiting tehicle, entered it, closed
the door promptly, issued the neces
sary directions through the pire of the
speaking tube, and in the winking of
an eye there w ! as 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 N'otting Hill.
It whisked through that district at
a lively clip; it whizzed down the
High Street, leaving Bayswater and
Netting Hill Gate to drop away into
tile 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 Chiswick
Park and Trunham Green.
An odd and a picturesque place it
was, this nursery—owned and culti
vated by a genial, slow-mavitift. good-
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tempered old Hollander who could not
speak two words of English, his wife
who could not speak one and their
daughter, who conducted tlie little
flower shop and could jabber .yards of
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 the
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 1
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 rt- :
vealed—Dollops.
"Out in the gardens, sir," he con- '
trived to say, so low that no e;»rs but
Narkom’s heard him. "Old ’uns can't *
speak a bally word of English nor yet
understand one. and I'm takin' rare
of this party as can do both. Ln--
body else cornin', sir?"
To be Continued To-morrow.
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A Curtain over, "to'S
Picture Al The
LADY ON "THE * LooR
16 4L-SO TAKING A BATH
| 5oSU DUG- YER !
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In the Limelight.
Jack—Tessie, our seats are rifb
the middle of the field.
Tess—Oh, John, don't you
we’ll be too conspicuous?”