The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-01-06

II may De, l. answered., 'DIlt oh.
fvette, what an adventure for two shill-
ingS!'
w.
1t was early morning-early. thar Is,
for us to have arrived at far distant
Farringwater Policeman Kelly. with
whom I had often shared tobacco when I
met him in his holiday short sleeves on
the seafront, had put on the official with
his blue coat and silver Buttons, and be-
tween the joits of the cart that brought
us had in luminous but disconnected
sentences sketched me the respectful at
titude which the instructed citizen. should
assume in his relations with the force
l listened TO his artless talk Which min
sled with the habble of Ytette, who was
eH planning the advantages of seafaring
career over that of an author to Kelly's
cousin jim, who remained an uncon-
WINGED seaman. BattTe arid breeze were
absent from his own professional CONVEX
sation, which ran WITH somewhat excess
sfve detail to q description of the pro-
visions consumed, unwiliingly by hiraself
and others on board the coaster John and
Charles Wesley off Cardiff.
1 was little nervousj for it occurred
to me that even the presence of 2. c..
Kelly would hot Justify a foreible entry
into FarringWater Hall, but [ think | be-
trayed little diffidence as / led my posse
from the lane, where we left. the wagon
IN charge OF an open mouthed boy, up the
avenue and across the neglected garden
to the green, moist portieo. Halted there,
struggling line of four, ] gained time by
again handing round the erumpIed leaf
from the metallic notebook, now almost
iHegible. %
Then, as T @recltoned an along, Yvette..
who had gothic pink Persian in a basket.
took the reihs of power Ishanded over
my command very cheerfully. ~. 49,
Come She said 8"w@'re. going to de.
liTef6tllis yhingJ whatever it is, that wrote
this So, Mr.. Kelly you come to the
doors WITH 'tde, and well talk To the-cat's
mistress about the pink cat until we get
an entrance; = then we'll make a. PLAN
You two others fcaI patrol goundsf the
house, and come If We whistle. Quick!
out Of tHei way, she's cenaingst,,. 4av.s
We slipped round the corner of the
pertfeoijust before the door. opened. We
heard short parleyingi between Yvette's
voice and the deep bass aof~stfle sfiend
housekeeper, @and then the door shut sud
denly. Peeping the~ corner we
saw no one icft:in the 4sDrtieo sand bar
came for the first time anxious about
Yvette and wished chad NOT let her
venture without me iubdsthetden.
TheFe' s'where the rat escaped, = I said
to Jack, pointing tt1sNasd toward the
gifternr nj A.4 ,.is %t:0 " So
SSICNSSl UP HIS lSI lily etlc
place. 'fsA[t ri al s.:a:.. -rs
la l1'' he 8alirmured that s. it., is .it2?@';'
and he spat on his Hands thoughtfully,
andeInea tire wall with shisneye,Yar
I'm not a man of action, so I followed
him obediently into the inner courtyard,
Which he suggested we : Should visit.
There he dfsappearedsu pder= straw loft
and emerged with a long ladder, which
we carried away betTseSfi US! without any
Iik,ati
stone deaf ardSVenefabie Ghind who was
summing himself seated on the shaft of a
long disused cart. L FELT that he must be
the snusba1idsnf the Wo@Ians.A@e hadnseen
in the yard on our last visit We carried
. 1t back, and IA citing under Jack s
direction and with JaclSs7r rather grudg-
ingly yielded; assistance / planted it
against the wall. a>....ese:;.t5.,.. .,.f,
WAIT a Bit" said Jack.
White I waited bit he..ran4.up the
rungs, and, laying hold Of the coping
stones, swung himself up and .disap-
peared among the gables. I would have
followed him, but he had desired me to
wait, and YTette might want my help,
and I was not certain whether I could
do that swinging up business. In five
minutes by my Waterbury he came back,
dropping to,,the ground like a squirrel.
Come On to the house." he cried, ex-
citedly; I've, spoken with him-Lord
Lord
We turned the corner again just a.
the door opened.
Come in quick, quick!" called Yvette
and we followed her down the passage
at the double.
In the picture gallery the housekeeper
trembling with rage stood before ar
open door in the wall like a black silk
lioness guarding the entrance to hel
. caYernOuS private life.
cts a secret door," whispered Yyette
ST found the spring because that knot
of the carving was SO worn ard shiny
and touched it, but
T.. p. G.. Kelly was facing her like a man
though exhausted by remonstrances. He
hailed my approach with the unfounded
but polite statement that was a Inagis-
trate. For a consta table [ thought this a
good point of cunning, but it drew on me
the beetling glance OF the housekeeper
tHe,' said she, recognizing rae at once
that he aren't. He's a stroller
And at that moment Jack, who had
1urked behind me, spraI3g under her arm
and dashed up the little staircase behind
the panel door. With positive roar of
anger, the woman made as though she
would follow him, when the determine
ton suddenly faltered, and she said
mildly: Take him and lock him UP
yourself, then. Now, what were you say
ing ABOUT my pussy cat?4 He's not had a
drop,ot dye for three days, poor thing
Whlle +. c. Kelly paused to answer her
HVette and crepta after Jack I'D the
stair which ended in little lobby ana
few feet square With door to the
end, which Jack was UrCning with a
rusty. snIcaldng key.
1t opened, and out stepped latle man
in frock coat. covered with cobwcb
MS hafr scanty and sandy gray over a
bald forehead. For minute he merely
bllnked IN an embarrassed manner.
MAY ASK? 1 began
I'm Sir Crevecoeur luke" he said:
have You got her locked up-Mrs Bull
more, I mean?'
He blinked at Yvctte. and at cnce be-
gan slapping his Sleeves and trouser
knees, and running his dingy fingers
through his cobwebby hair. My old nurse
would have sketched his condition as
'cfocl ca with fluff and frcck and tlue:''
she would have been q1ite right.
''What on earth?" he said
Gown below we heard P e. Kelly
summarizing the English constitution at
great length to that erstwhile myster
iarch Mrs. Bullimore
She. had never seen me. you know, y
said the baronet, rapidly, mot before
came back-been away more'n twenty
years-been here about fortnight"
What on earth?" we were saving again
Come home at last" he said. 'Broll
in in Johannesburg last thing-'fore that
brolin in New Orleans. Took ME into
the hall, she did-that's my pitcher. dom
y know. in the hall Said You cren'
a bit like il. never was like that
though my poor mother thought i wa!
then. Said I was a swindler, and sh,
expected Sir Crevecoeur home ever!
"What did she do?" was asked.
This IS the hiding hoe-we used t
call it. Said 1 could wait till Sir Creve
occur came home. Locked me lp. Tool
me here: and made me go. Had Io-looi
at that" That was grisly looking rnea
chopper, hanging by string to the
wall of the lobby -tTook it in her is