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STARFISH &AnTs 1 0 -1060 HINKM DINKS 1 O .1000 south side as o a .000 OLEANDERS O i .000 i gosh, tha" \L0AS LUCK! k K> ; u? mMM \ {c . SKINNY SHANEIR'S 600GLT DEPARTMENT OlMMttn. tc MuSin - dUUJjA/ UlH'f CAM A 8FGGAR UUEAR A U£RY SHORT COAT?- 1 CAOSE- IT WILL BE L0W6 BEFORE HE 6ETS A MOTHER flJSrwi £°’ dMJM-i P ROM AUGGN"- O.S, A, UiHY IS THE LETTSR K LIKE A PI6'S TAlC ANSWER TD-M0RR0Ut Better Than Sherlcclc Holmes at His Best 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. ‘T "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. * . 1 1 Xt-X ' v- l ‘ ) / n L [ T" XT. • fitnufo MODESTY PROMPTS UE^> pR4 A CujfWIN CVER. YLdS PICTURE At TME Vfo^r. LApy OHS 'TME TIHST FlOO* <6 ALSO'TAPING A BATM Sm DtMG TER peskv Hides! e, rreTt. In the Limelight. Jack—Tesaie. our seals are right th*» middle of the field. oh, John, don't you thii we’ll be too consplouous?”