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CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES
A Detective Story of Thrilling
Interest, Love and Mystery
By T W HANSHAW
Copyright by Doubleday, Page *
TO-DAY * INSTALLMENT.
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"HOPE 1 am—I pray lo God that,
I am. It seem? 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 w ith 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 Bed Went Past.
Mr. Narkom went straightway to
his desk and forthwith began to a?-
aort and assemble the memoranda
gathered during a recent two days
absence—spent in flicking about from
town to town with Lennard and the
eld red Umoualne—and it was perhaps
or a doaen minutes later w hen he
looked at his watch and pressed thrice
on an electric button beside the ink-
atasid
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 sw irl past the
window and round the angle of the
imilding; and at almost the same mo
ment a door opened and closed, a
jan’a figure advanced toward the desk
and cme might hpv<* i i given one’s self
for Imagining thht the superintendent
had mastered Sir Boyle Roche’s bird
li ick of being in two place at once,
for thei- was one Mr. Maverick Nar
kom Bitting in the desk-chair and the
^ ery fetch and double of him stand
ing at attention and waiting for or-
tiere BOfro two feet distant.
‘Glad to see you back, sir,” said
the Standing figuie, bringing his right
ff'refinge. to his temple and letting it
drop to his side again. ’ Hope you
Lad a pleasant time sir
Tolerable H n . nnd. tolerable.’
I reiiiad II - supt rintemhvu. putting
ith** ban(V-d book lnt«* an inner t*o«ket
and rtslrk. i<• his r»»e». Let’s h*ve
u look at you. Round this way, so
1 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 leetle too low at
the corners, but 1 see that you hove
rectified it. And by the way, tell
B« vc 1 . will you. that he makes up
for Lennard exceedingly well, but he
mustn't forget that peculiar trick of
the origins al vs>s kar.ing over after
the manner of a cyclist, to one side
every lime he rounds a corner. Re
member that, pleaae ”
Complained of Both Things.
”Ye«?;r Mr. Cleek complained of
both things—the droop of my mus
tache and Boyce’s forgetting the lean-
over habit, Mr —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 the discrepancies. An.body been
foil- ' Ing tl ' old i d car when you’ve
been ‘»ut In her. do you think?”
Ycssii— earn inn we’vt taken her
| out: yesterday in particular. Chap
jliu \ Kreivh Ar> *.*ho; likewise a gent
am » —Aoi'ked liki a femgn mili
tary man, Mr, trying to wear English
clothes like he was used to ’em. One
or tother of those two turned up ev
erywhere w e went. Expect the Apache
Johnnie Is prattlin' round on the Em
bankment now. sir—was, at any rate,
an hour «.r so ago. At any rale, it’s
safe ofirts that, him o* the foreign
party -maybe both- will pick us up
somewhere on the rand.”
’Good.'' said Narkom. with a sort of
subdued chuckle. “Give them a nice
litt T e 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 he could, the slight swagger and
the peacock step of the superin
tendent, he passed out of the building,
entered the waiting limousine—the
mock Lennard 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 *li-
rectlon of Victoria.
Giving them time to get clear of the
neighborhood and—if they we”e fol
lowed—to draw those who were on
the watch for him away with them.
Mr. Narkom issued orders to the doer
porter to w histle up a taxi, dived into
his dressing room for his hat and
coat, and ar precisely two minutes lo
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.‘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 seat.
Mr. Narkom walked serenely up lo
the waiting vehicle, entered it, closed
the door promptly, issued the neces
sary directions through the pipe of ihe
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 traffig 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 Notting HH1.
It whisked through that district ;.t
a lively clip; it whizzed down the
High Street, leaving Bayswater and
Notting 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-glr-
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-muvjjuE* good-
tempered old Hollander who could not
speak ,two words of English, his w ife
who could not speak one and th?ir
daughter, who conducted the little
flower shop and could jabber yards c f
it with n fine Cockney accent acquired
at a hoarding school and beautifully
blended with the burr of her native
Dutch.
Slid From His Seat.
As the limousine halted before ho
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 1 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 ejirs but
Narkom's heard him. “Old 'tins ca-.i't
speak a bally word of English nor yet
understand one. and I’m takln' care
of this party as can do both. Any
body else cornin', sir?”
To be Continued To-rr.orrow.
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