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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 & Co.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“1 was so afraid hr would get up
and go out if 1 didn't you know'
hv w r headstrong he is,” said Lady
Jennifer, rising to the occasion; and
then 'tiding, with a non-committal
sweep o. th * hand, “Two gentlemen,
two old l.iends 1 met. just coming
to make a t 11."
“Pleased l > meet you,” replied
Dr. Singleton, airily. "I sav. shan’t
we go in. Lady oconifer” It’s—par
don? Old Dick? Oh, right as rain,
Mr.—er—I'm afraid I didn’t catch the
name.”
“lb dwa>'replied Clerk, serenely.
A friend of the late Sir Gilbert’s.
Haven't seen young Dick since he
was in pinafores.”
Grout seott' Oh. well, you'll find
a howling change in him since then,
1 promise you.” said Dr. Singleton,
as they all moved along in the dlrec-
i ion of th< house. “Fine chap,
h uyh—spiffing! one of the best. If
wort to search the country over
from Cornwall up to—ugh!”
The sentence ended abruptly and
with u 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 bag. ran
with amazing fleetnear 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. “I ought to
have had my glasses on and then I’d
have seen that wretched thing.
That’s the worst of being near
sighted. Heaven only knows what l
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 be 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
Been with dozens of them in his
time—been all over the world, in
fact; America, Australia. South Africa
( —everywhere.”
“Doesn't seem to have rubbed down
his native brogue, though, does it?
Donegal for a ducat—and they breed
Mome loyal stock in County Donegal!
Pardon your ladyship? No. not just
this instant I'll be up very shortly,
however. 1 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, he was pre
pared to rejoin them, and walking 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
ilac figures Mtiich 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.
paler and less pronounced than in the
beginning, of course, there they were
still—thus;
“Hum-m-m!" sa ! d Cleek, reflective
ly, as he looked at them; then walk
ed up the steps and moved toward the
door, turned and looked back at
them and v»as very still for a 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 back 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 comer of Cleek's mouth,
when, of a sudden, it was banished
by the sound of some one in the
distance softly w’histling “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 hall
way behind him. realized that there
was not and. switching about sud
denly. darted down the circular drive,
got out through the lower gate and
found Dollops.
“Right as a trivet, Gov’ner,” he said
in a swift, low voice as Cleek came
up with him. "There’s the whole four
teen names, sir, on this ’ere hit of
paper und there’s t'other ’un below.
My hat! but it’B a fair cop. What’s
my next move, sir? Stop’ere or trickle
away?”
“Nip round the corner. Lennard’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
Lady 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. Narkom 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.
"Yesr sir. Told us to wait here till,
you came and gave the word and then
we were to do whatever we're told.”
“Good lads! Handcuffs with you?”
"Yea, sir.”
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“Right. Now, then, one at this
staircase and one at that which leads
to the floors above. Rook sharp!
Eyes and ears both open, and brace
lets ready. You’ll have dealings
presently with one of the most vin
dictive and cold-blooded murderers
that ever walked the earth!"
Prepared as he was for mo3t
things, he was not prepared for what
followed that declaration; for, as he
spoke, a sharp rustle sounded, a
figure, long crouched behind the angle
of the landing, rose and came to him,
a hand touched his arm, a face looked
up into his face and a woman's low-
sunk voice whispered excitedly:
“You are of the law, of the police!
Oh, thank God, thank God! Monsieur.
I can speak to such as you! I would
to her ladyship, but she will not j
give me a moment in private—no, ]
not one’—and the horror of the thing
is turning my brain. But you— i
Monsieur, you will listen: and after 1 I
have introduced myself——’’
To Be Continued To-morrow. *