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'l.'l. the Balancer ClT TAKES A CLEVESL CHAP TO 00 THIS ONE) OmjMto oydtodaqi mAT RUMS ACROSS TWe country tutor mow* JN6? ~ RAILROAD TRACKS,OtSTcP RAIL ROAD TRACKS i shol’lp SAT! HGTuu FROM HERB CARRI6AK) SALT LAKE CITY — UTAH- OJHAT COMES TUK-E /N A MOMENT, ONCE /N A M/NOTE, BOT NEVER (N A THOOSAND TEARS? AAiSUIER To-QJOR^OIH- At the Cross By Leo >ag Better Than Sherlock Holmes at His l>est 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.” - 'd ■27 a/ “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. *