Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1906-01-27

He commenced with an inventory Of
Philips pockets.
his eyes sparkled at the sight of a we'll
nlled pocket'book, with hundred pounds
IN notes stuffed therein, cards, a small
collection OF letters, and other odds and
ends: Among Philips books was Evelyn's
hurried note OF that morning and on il a
tPenclled memorandum:
sharpe left for Devonshire yesterday.
Lady NJ. wrote from Yorkshire"
mat was neat stroke" thought
Grenler, with smile-when he smiled he
least resembled Philip. Being a man of
AFFAIRS, Arson promptly went to the Nor
lands solicitors. l was sure of it. |
wonder how Jimmie arranged matters
with Sharpe. l will know tomorrow at
York"
A check book in another pocket added
to his joy
The last rock out of my path" he
cried, aloud That saves two DAYS. The
bait took. BY Jove I'm in mck's wav /"
l here was now no need to write to
Philips bank for a fresh book. which was
his first daring expedient
lie seated himself at table and wrote
Philips signature several times to test
his hand. At last it was steady. Then
he put match to n fire all ready for
lighting, and burned Philips hat. collar,
SHIRT and Undertakings; also the blood
stained towel.
When the mass of clothing was smol-
dering black and red he threw fresh
supply of coal on top of it. The loss of
the hat did not trouble him: he nos.
sessed one of the same shape and color.
lie was quietly smoking a cigar, and
practicing Philips voice between the
puts, when Mason returned with the
valet.
The scene, carefully rehearsed by Gren.
Ter IN all its details, passed off with graf.
ltylng success. Purring with satisfaction
the chief scoundrel of the pair LETT in the
Grange House by the astonished servant
began to overhaul the contents of Philips
bag.
1t held the ordinary outfit of a gentle-
man who does not expect to paw a pro-
tracted visit-an evening dress suit a
hight overeoat, a tweed suit. and a small
supply of boots and linen. A tiny dress.
| ing case fitted into a special receptacle.
and on top of this reposed folded docu-
ment
Grenier opened it. Mason looked over
his shoulder. 1t was headed:
Annual Report of the Mary Arson
Home for Destitute Boys"
Mason coarsely cursed both the home
and its patron. But Grenier laughed
pleasantly.
The very thing" he cried Look
herel"
And he pointed to an Endorsement by
the secretary.
For signature if approved of"
Il will sign and return it. with nice
typewriter letter, tomorrow from York.
Abingdon is one of the governors Oh. l
will bamboozle them rarely"
This blooming charity will help YOU
bit them"
Nothing better. Let us 90 out for a
little stroll. Now. don't forget. Address
me as MIR. Arson Get used to it, even
If we are alone. And it will be no harm
should we happen TO meet somebody"
They went down the hill and entered
the rough country road that wound up
from Scarsdale to the cliff. Through the
faint light of summers night they saw
man approaching.
1t was a policeman.
''Absit omen, said Grenier. SOFTLY.
Whats that?"
Latin for a cop. You complained of
my ant of nerve. Watch me now"
Il halted the policeman, and ques-
him abou the locality, the dircc.
4 the roads, the villages on the
&C He explained pleasantly that he
Was Londoner, and an utter stranger in
these parts.
You are staying at the Grange House,
slr?' said the man, in his turn.
Yes. Come here today, in fact"
Il saw you, sir. Is the gentleman
who drove you from Scarsdale staying
there, too? | met you on the road. and
he seemed to know me"
Grerier silently mathematical his
carelessness Policemen in rural York
shire were not as common as policemen
in Oxford street. 1t was the same man
whom he had encountered hours ago.
'Oh, he is a doctor. Yes. he resides
in the Grange House"
You won't find much room for a marty
there, sir" persisted the constable. 81
don't remember the gentleman at all.
What is his name?"
DR.. Williams. He is a genial sort of
fellow-nods to anybody. Take cigar.
Sorry can't ask you to go up and have
a drink, but there is illness in the place.
The policeman passed on.
Illness he said, CHANGING at the
gloomy outlines of the farm How
many OF 'em are in t. place And who's
yon dark lookin' chap, / wonder? NV,
but his face would stop a clock!"
SO BE CONTINUED.
Rat Hunts in Favor in England.