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J T • tJOO- BI TJ [sniff J ‘•IS MY NOSE RED j S SKINNY ^ Avu‘ DOST Try to, KID AT ME KID ! / SKINNY SHANER'S 6006LY DEPARTMENT STATOESODE POSES NO. r L r L. THE Balancer LIT TAKES A CLEVER. CHAP TO DO THIS OWE; Q/rmAh to UHhAt RONS ACROSS W£ country iuiThodTmou- )N6? ~ RAILROAD TRACKS 010ToP. RAIL ROAD TRACKS i SH0l>U> SAY I U-dAJML; FROM HERE CARRI&AO SALT LAKE CITY-UTAH- 0;HAT COMES 7UJICE /V A NOOWENT, ONCE IK1 A m/nute, bdt NEVER IN A THOUSAND YEARS? MiSttKRTo-MORRQU)- Better Than Sherlock « Holmes at His Best CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES A Detective Story of Thrilling Interest, Love and Mystery At the Crossing By Leo ■•s ■ — y / is \ v s expressing dia E. Pink- ind has ac- y being re- lility of this ice write to ie Co. (con- Your letter inswered by itrict confi- ipla?. ttrfiteg aladlrs. nail. GA By T. W. HANSHAW. ' ’h''right by Doubleday, Pago * Co. T ( Cl)AY 'S INSTAL1 jMENT. 1 »:,» a,, afruid hf- would get up «tnd go out if I didn't—you know how l^adstrong lie is," said Lady Jennifer, rising to the occasion; and ‘•‘fen adcinjj, with a non-committal swee I‘ °f the hand, “Two gentlemen. tWo old friends I met, just coming to make a call.” Pleased to meet you,” replied Hr Singleton, airily. “I say. shan’t v>e in. Lady Jennifer? It’s—par- don ? Old Dick? Oh, right as rain, Mr er—I’m afraid I didn't catch the li&me.” Redway,” replied Oleek, serenely. 4 friend of the late Sir Gilbert's. Hav-n t seen young Dick since he Wa * tn pinafores.” '-reat scott! Oh, well, you'll find a howling change in him since then. ! promise you,” said Dr. Singleton, h they all moved along in the direc- ,,n of the house. “Fine chap, { ' tough—spiffing! one of the best. If ‘ nu were to search the country over ' from Cornwall up to—ugh!” The sentence ended abruptly and with a sharp out-throwing of the breath, indicative of both surprise and alarm; for he had, whilst speak ing, trodden on a smooth, round pebble in the driveway which, turn ing under his foot, had upset his equilibrium and would, but for the timely intervention of his elderly as sistant, have sent him sprawling to the ground. But the old fellow, see ing him sway, dropped the hag. ran with amazing fleetness across the in tervening space and caught him be fore he fell. “Are Ye Hurted?” “God's truth, sir, are ye hurted?” he asked in a tone of great anxiety— displaying an interest so intense that, in these degenerate days when the old-time servant who took his master's woes as his own, is almost as extinct as the Dodo. Cleek had good ground for screwing round and looking at him. • Not in the slightest,'' his master answered with a laugh. T ought to have had my elasses on and then T'd have seen that wretched thing. That’s the worst of being near sighted. Heaven only knows what 1 shall do, Flannigan, if ever you leave me. That’s about the twentieth time you've saved me from barking my shins in the past month. Never mind stopping to brush me down, you dear old footler. Just get the bag and the other things and toddle along up stairs I’ll he there presently'. Fine old chap,” he added enthusiastically, turning to Cleek as the old man touched his finger to his forehead and walked away, picking up the bag and going indoors as he had been bidden. “Best I ever had. Spry as a young ster and true as steel.” “Looks it.” commented Cleek. se renely “Had him long?” "No—just a little over six weeks Understands doctors' work to a T. Befn with dozens of them in his time—been all over the world, in fact: America, AustnHja kl J3ttUi.la ^•Lioesn't seem to have tabbed down j his natnV- though, does it? 'iJonfegiu the some loyal stock in County Donegal! Pardon your ladyship? No. not just this instant I’ll be up very shortly, however. I want to have a look round before the light fades. Dear me, dear me! what changes in my short time! 1 scarcely recognize the place” And stood looking about at this house and at others, as the rest left him and went indoors . . . In a minute, however, lit* was pre pared to rejoin them, and waiking up to the doorway, started to enter the house when his eye was attracted by something immediately in front of him. It was the lingering evidence of ihe figures which once had been marked upon the marble doorsteps. The efforts of a foolish servant trying to wash them away had been attended with disastrous results. The effect of water on the green pigment with which the chalk had been col ored added to the porous nature of marble had set them so that time alone might wear them away: and, ->a!er and less pronounced than in the beginning, of course, there they v. eiy itill—thus: I “Hum-m-m!" said Cleek, reflective ly, as he looked at them; then walk ed up the steps and moved toward the door, turned and looked hack ut them and was very still for h mo ment or two. By this time, the evening darkness was beginning to settle down; the doctor’s motor had left with orders to come hack for him at a stated time -and that quiet which descends upon eminently respectable resi dential quarters with the coming of night was falling upon this one. Right As a Trivet. The curious smile had again looped up one corner of < ’leek s mouth, when, of a sudden, it was banished by the sound of some one in the distance softly whistling “God Save the King.” The smile vanished like a flash; he looked round over the angle of his shoulder to see if there was anybody watching from the way behind him. realized that t was not and, sw lihiug about sill- Out Himh Till hp ldwer gate fonn4 Ik^lloDs. v. 1,1 T "("‘•"“‘-♦-fc, ■4 y' '—4—4. \ I-L, -I* 0 *' “Wight as a trjvet, Gov’ner,” he said in a swift, low voice as (Meek came up with him. “There’s the whole four teen names, sir, on this 'ere bit of paper and there's t’other ’un below. My hat! hut it’s a fafr cop. What’s my next move, sir? Stop ’ere or ttflckle away?” “Nip round the corner. Leonard's there. Get into the limousine and wait,” said Cleek; and facing round again, with the bit of paper in his hand, went back to the house and entered it. On the dim landing at the head of the staircase which led to I^ady Jennifer’s flat, he came upon two figures standing back in the shadow and maintaining an unbroken silence They were the two plain clothes men Mr. Xarkom had detail ed to watch over the sick man whilst Lady Jennifer was absent. Cleek spoke a single word and they knew him at once. “Superintendent inside'”' he asked. “STVF sir. Told us to wait here till, you ra;i.:, and gave the word and then we were tv' do whatever we're told." “Good lads! with you?” “Yes. sir.” "Hlght. Now, then, one at this staircase and one at that which leads to the floors above. Look sharp! , lOyes and ears both open, and brace- ! lets ready. You’ll have dealings : presently with one of the most vin dictive and cold-blooded murderer;, that ever walked the earth!” Drepared as he was for most things, he was not prepared for what followed that declaration; for, as he spoke, a sharp rustle sounded, a i figure, long crouched behind the angle | of the landing, rose and came to him, j a hand touched his arm. a face looked i up into his face and a woman s lovv- i sunk voice whispered excitedly: You are of the law, of the police! 1 i Oh, thank God, thank God! Monsieur, I 1 v an speak to such as you! 1 would ■ to her ladyship, but she will not j giv • me a moment in private-no, • not one’ and the horror of the thing | j is turning my brain. But you Monsieur, you will listen, and after I have introduced myself— ” To Be Continued To-morrow. ■41) * 4JX