Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1905-09-19
.he Adventure oil
the Missing Three
Quarter
No. ii of the Series
CONTINUED from Yesterday


'TSo, no, my dear fellow, there is nc
cause for alarm. 1t is not upon this
occasion the instrument OF evil, but
Ii will rather prove to be the key
which will unlock our mystery. on
this syringe l base all my hopes.
have just returned from n small scout
ing expedition and everything Is favor.
able. Eat good breakfast, Watson
for | propose to get upon Dr. Arm.
strong's trail today, and once on II
will not stop for rest or food until !
run him to his burrow."
"In that case" said l, 1--WE had best
carry our breakfast with us, for he. IL
making an early start. Ills carriage
Is Mt the door"
"Never mind. Let him go. lie will
be clever II lie can drive where can.
not follow him. When you have finish.
ed, come downstairs with me, and
will Introduce you to detective who
is very eminent specialist In the
work that lies before u.s."
When we descended followed
Holmes into the stable yard, where he
opened the door Of loose box and led
out a squat, lop cared, white and tan
dog something between beagle and
n foxhound.
LET me introduce you to Pompey,"
said he. "Pompey is the pride Of the
local draghounds-no very great fier,
as his build will show, but stanch
hound on scent. Well, Pompey, you
may not be fast, but expect you will
be too fast for couple Of middle aged
London gentlemen, so l will take the
liberty Of fastening this leather leash
to your collar. Now, boy, come along
and show what you can do" He led
him across to the doctors door. The
dog shifted round for an instant and
then with a shrill whine of excitement
started of down the street, tugging ut
his leash In his efforts to go faster
In half an hour we were clear Of the
town and fastening down a country
road.
"What have you done. HoimesT" I
asked.
"a threadbare and venerable device,
but useful upon occasion. I walked
into the doctors yard this morning and
shot my syringe full Of aniseed over
the hind wheel. A draghound will fol.
low aniseed from here to John O.
Groat's, and our friend Armstrong
would have to drive through the Cam
before he would shake Pompey Off his
trail. oh, the cunning rascal! This Is
how he gave me the slip the other
night"
Tho dog had suddenly turned out Of
the road into grass grown lane. Half
mile farther this opened into another
broad road, and the trail turned hard
to the right In the direction OF the
town which we had just quilted. Tho
road took a sweep to the south Of tire
town and continued in the opposite
direction to that in which we had
started.
''This detour has been entirely for
our benefit, then?" said Holmes. mo
wonder that my inquiries among those
villages led to nothing. The doctor has
sertais,y played the game for all It Is
worth, and one would like to know the
reason fr such elaborate deception.
This should be the village Of Trumping-
ton to the right Of US. And, by love,
here Is the brougham coming round the
corner. Quick, Watson-quick, or we
are donew
He sprang through gate into field.
dragging the reluctant Pompey after
him. We had hardly got under the
shelter Of the hedge when the carriage
rattled past. l caught a glimpse of
DR.. Armstrong within, his shoulders
bowed, his head sunk on his hands, the
very image OF distress. could tell by
my companioRs graver face that he
also had seen.
II fear there is some dark ending tc
our quest" said he. III cannot be long
before we know 1t. Come, Pompey
All, II is the cottage in the fieldw
There could be no doubt that we had
reached the end OF our journey. Pom
pey ran about and whined eagerly out
side the gate, where the marks of the
brougham's wheels were still to be
seen. A footpath led across to the lone
ly cottage. Holmes tied the dog to the
hedge, and we FASTENED onward. My
friend knocked at the little rusty dooi
and knocked again without response
And yet the cottage was not deserted
for low sound came to our ears-a
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