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terrible for those poor girls"
"Of course I do. She will have key
TO your trouble. II is a dreadfully rusty
one and will want a deal of oiling be-
fore Il Is used, but there II is"
Where. my dear fellow, where" Da-
vld asked.
Why. in the Sussex county hospital,
OF course. The man may die, in which
case everything must be sacrificed IN
order 10 save your good name. on the
other hand, he may get better, and then
he will tell us all about g."
HE might on the other hand, he
might plead ignorance. II is possible
fer him to suggest that the whole af-
fair was merely coincidence, so far as
he was concerned"
Yves: but he would have TO explain
how he burgled your house, and what
business he hal TO get himself half
murdered in your conservatory. Let us
get out here and walk the rest OF the
way TO your house. Our cabby knows
quite enough about us without having
definite views as to your address"
The cabman was dismissed with
handsome douceur and the two turned
of the front at the corner OF Eastern
Terrace. Late rs II was. there were
few people lounging under the hospital
wall, where there was a suggestion or
activity about the building unusual az
that time of The night. A rough-look-
ing fellow who seemed to have followed
Bell and steel from the front, dropped
into seat by the hospital gates and laid
his head back, rs II utterly worn out.
Just inside the gates a man was smok-
ing a cigarette.
"Halloa Cross" David cried. you are
out late tonight"
Heavy night" Cross responded, sleep
lily with half a score of accidents to
finish with. Some of Palmer of Ling
fields private patients thrown off
coach and brought here in the ambu-
lance. Unless I am greatly mistaken.
this is Hatherly Bell with you"
THE same" Bell said. Cheerfully. II
recollect you in Edinburgh. So some Of
Palmer's patients have come to grief!
Most Of his special cases used to pass
through my hands"
I've got one here tonight who re-
collects you perfectly we'll" said Cross
Hes got a dislocated shoulder, but
otherwise he's doing we'll Got a mania
that he's a doctor who murdered a pa
tient"
Electric light anything to do with the
story" Bell asked, eagerly.
That's the man. Seems to have q
wonderfully brilliant intellect If you can
only keep him off that topic. He spot
ted you in North street, yesterday, and
seemed wonderfully disappointed to find
you had nothing whatever to do with
this institution"
'If he is not asleep" Bell suggested,
"and you have no objection
Cross nodded and opened the gate.
Before passing inside Bell took the
rolled-up Rembrandt from his breast
pocket and handed IL to David.
Take care of this for me-" he whis-
pered. I'm going inside. I've dropped
upon an old case that interested me
very much years ago, and I'd like to see.
my patient again. See you in the
morning, / expect. Goodnight"
David nodded in reply and went his
way. IL was intensely quiet and still
now; the weary loafer at the outside
hospital seat had disappeared. There
was nobody to be seen anywhere as Da-
vid placed his key in the latch and
opened the door. Inside the hall light
was burning, and so was the shaded
electric lamp in the conservatory. The
study leading to the conservatory was
in darkness. The effect of the light be-
hind was artistic and pleasing.
1t was with a sense of comfort and
relief that David fastened the door De-
hind him. Without putting up the light
in the study David laid the Rembrandt
on the table. which was Immediately
below the window in his work room.
The night was hot; he pushed the top
sash down literally.
II must get that transparency re-
moved" he murmured. land have the
window filled with stained glass. The
STUFF is artistic, but 1t is so frankly
what it assumes to be-"