Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-07-26
~ Charlie. Carvis.

1
"All right, sir. Goodnight and a
pleasant holiday"
Holiday" thought Cyril, and he
pulled up the window.
AS he did so he saw a woman,
closely wrapped in a shawl, and with
down the platform.
is 1t her handwriting, or is 1t Rot?"
he asked himself. "It is not impos-
sible 1t Is even probable 1t il
just the thing shy, reserved girl
would do on the impulse of the mo-
ment. She may have discovered
something. and, while anxious to tell
me, yet dreaded having her name
mivxed up in it. Hers IL a timid
shrinking nature; yet / believe it TO
be hers Who else could have sent
| it? | know no one who could have
written this letter but she. The very
ground of suspicion is so limited.
There is Leola-but fancy my darling
writing me an anonymous letter five
minutes after parting from me, and
hinging it, or getting it flung, through
! the window" and he laughed.
Then there is Mrs. Wetherell-
absurd There is Lady Vaux-a per-
son whom / scarcely know, and who
is not very likely to feel any great
anxiety to assist me in any wayi No,
this was written by. Cicely Stanhope.
She has learned something, by chance,
of course, and has chosen this way of
communicating it to me. Well, the
first thing to do Is to respect her re-
serve and confidence. tear the let
ter up, of course"
The sudden stopping of the train,
and the shouting of porters, aroused
him, and looking out he found that
they had arrived in the Lonon Ter
minus
Amy baggage, sir?" asked a porter,
opening the door.
NO" said Cyril, and the question
caused him to put another to himself.
Where was he to go-what should
he do first?"
"No. 13, Suffolk street, Kingsland,"
he said TO the cabman, and away
went the horse over the hard stones.
Cyril watched the workmen going
TO their work; the man of pleasure
hardest worked man of all-stagger-
ing home; the milkmen Gathering
their cans.
Swiftly the hanson made its way
through the well-known centers of the
town to the suburbs. 1t was a long
drive, and Cyril wondered what con
nection the mysterious house, right
out of the world at Kingsland, could
have with Lorme Abbey.
What number in Suffolk street,
asked the cabman, through the door
in the roof
mo. Is. No, stop at the corner of
the street." said Cyril.
Well, here you are, them" said the
man after the sullen fashion of his
tribe; land a rum kind of place it is
to bring man in the middle of the
might"
Wait here" said Cyril.
And he got out and looked round
him.
Certainly there was not much in.
formation to be cleaned by staring
at the outside.
Like the other houses in the row
1t looked half asleep. Not window
but had its blinds down, and not a
soul was stirring. But there was a
small card-"Apartments"- one
frame, that was all.
Now" thought Cyril, what shall
do? what would a detective do?
would he go and knock at the door
and say: If YOU please, what do you
know of the attempt at burglary at
Lorme Abbey?' / rather fancy not
No, think he would, having satisfied
himself that there is such a place
so home and rest for an hour or two
and plan out the campaign"
Tired as he was when he reached
the hotel, Cyril did not seek the short
rest he meant to take, until he had
written TO Leola.
Having written this, and taking q
cab, drove to the offices of Messrs
Surge 4 Surge, the lawyers.
1t was past noon when he jumped
into a hanson, and was conveyed Il
No. Is suffolk street.
At last he went up the steps ans
knocked at the door; what he shoult
say when his summons was answered
he did not know; but it would, a
least be something to get glimps,
= of the interior of the house.
He waited for few minutes. theI
/ knocked again, and presently hear,
footsteps ascending from the base
) ment; heavy chain was withdrawn
! and the door opened, about foo
only, by a woman.
she was about middle age, yer.
thin, with a sharp. hatchet-like face
who seemed in a strange. indehnit,
way familiar to him. During tn,
! few seconds they stared at one an
other cyril tried to recall her feat
! ures, but failed. At last she said: