Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-10-15
The Yellow Crayon
The Further Adventures of mysterious MIR. Sabn"

By E. Phillips Oppenheim,
Of "A Maker Of History The Tatos The Master Mumme
1.-THE Betrayal" "A Prince Of Sinners" Etc.

was inexplicable and revolving. Even Leth.
eringham was barely civil. 1t was certain
that his place in the cabinet would be intof~
cradle. He yearned for escape from IT all,
and the means of escape were now at hand.
In after years he knew very well that the
shadow of his broken trust, the torture OF
his misused opportunities would stand for
ever between him and the light. But ac
that moment he was able to clear his mind
! of all such disquieting thoughts. He had
won Lucille-never mind at what cost. at
what PERIL He had won Lucille
He was deeply engrossed. and his name
was spoken twice in his ear before he
turned round. small, somewhat shabby
looking man. with tired eyes and more than
a days growth of beard upon his chin, had
accosted him.
Mr.. Brott, sir word with you please"
Brott held out his hand. Nevertheless his
tone when he spoke lacked heartiness.
You Hedey. Why, what brings you to
London?
The little man did not seem to see the
hand. At any rate he made no motion to
take 1t.
"A few minutes chat with Mr. Brott.
That's what I've come for
Brott raised his eyebrows. and nodded In
somewhat constrained fashion.
Well he said, II am on my way to my
rooms, We talk go. IL you like.
l am afraid the good people up in your part
of the world are not too well pleased With
me-"
The little man smiled rather queerly.
THAT is quite true he answered calmly.
They hate liar and nrn-coat So
Brott stopped short upon the pavement.
If you are going to talk like that TO me,
Hedley," hA said, the less you have to say
the better"
The man nodded.
VERY well'' he said. What I have to
say won't take me very long. But as I've
tramped most of the way up here to say
it, you'll have to listen here or somewhere
else. i thought you were always one who
liked the truth"
so dor Brott answered. go onr'
The man shuffied along by his side They
were an odd looking pair, for Brott was
rather a careful man regards his toilet.
and his companion looked little better than
a tramp.
"All my life.' he continued I've been
called Mad Hedley.' or 'Hedley the mad
tailor Sometimes one and sometimes tho
other. 1t don't matter which. There's
truth in 1t. / bit mad. You, Mr..
Brott, were of those who understood
me little. l have brooded a good deal PERI
haps. and things have got muddled up in
my brain. You know what has been at the
bottom of it all.
II began making speeches when I was q
boy. People laughed at me, but I've set
many one a-thinking. I'm no anarchist,
although people call me one. I'll admit that
! admire the men who set the French revo-
luton going. If such a thing happened in
this country I'd be one of the first TO join
in. But I've never had taste for blood,
shed. I'd rather the thing had been done
without. From the first you seemed TO be
the man who might have brought II about,
We listened to you, We watched your cas
reer, and we began TO have hopes. Mr..
Brott the bodies and souls of millions OF
your fellow-creatur were in the hollow OF
your hands. 1t was you who might have
set them free. 1t was you who might have
ade this the greatest, the freest- the hap
piest country in the world Not 30 much
for us perhaps for children, and our
children's children. We didn't expect a.
huge social upheaval in a week. or even a
decade OF years. But we did expect to see