Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1907-03-23

the nights visitors was fully apparent
/, The marauders had made a sorry
mess OF the room, and thought
Bates lip quiyered as he viewed the
| wreck
It would have been a blow to Mr..
Glanarm; the room was his pride
his pride. sir
He went out toward the kitchen, and
! ran upstairs to my own room
cursed the folly that had led me to
leave my window open. for undoubted.
ly Morgan and his new ally. St. Ag-
| atha's gardener, had taken advantage
of it to enter the house Quite likely,
| too, they had observed my departure
for Cincinnati and this would I'm
doubtedly be communicated to Picker
ing. threw open my door and start
ed back with an exclamation Of
amazement.
A stranger stood at my chfffonier,
between two windows. calmly shaving
himself. He was clad in bath gown
my own, | saw with fury--and he
hummed softly to himself as he seized
the brush and applied lather deftly
TO his upper lip.
Without turning he ADDRESSED me,
quite cooly and casually, as though
his being there was the most natural
thing in the world.
Good morning Mr. GIenarm, Rath-
er damaging evidence, that costume.
suppose it's the custom in the country
for gentlemen In evening clothes to
go out by the window and return by
the door. You might think the other
way round preferable"
Larry" / shouted
Jack"
Kick that door shut and lock it,"
he commanded, in a sharp, severe tone
that remembered well, and just now
welcomed-in him.
How, why and when"
Never mind about me- I'm here
THROWN the enemy off for few days;
and you may confess your own sins
first, while | climb into my armor
Pray pardon the informally
He seized broom and began work
upon a pair of trousers to which mud
and briers clung tenaciously. His coat
and hat lay on a chair, they, too,
much the worse for rough usage.
There was never any use in refusing
to obey Larry's orders, and as he got
into his clothes | gave him in as few
words as possible the chief incidents
that had marked my stay at Glenarm
Houese. He continued dressing with
care, helping himself to shirt and
collar from my chiffonier aud choosing
with unfailing eye the best tie In my
collection Now and then he asked a
question tersely, or, again he laughed
or swore direiy In Gaelic When /
had concluded the story of Pickering's
visit, and of the conversation | over
heard between the executor and Bates
In the church porch, Larry wheeled
round with the scarf half tied in his
fingers and surveyed me commiserat-
ingly.
And you didn't rush them both on
the spot and have t out?"
mo | was too much taken aback
for one thing"
II dare say you were."
"And for another | didn't think the
time ripe. I'm going to beat that fell
low, Larry, but want him to show
his hand fully before we come to
a smashup | know as much about
the house and its secrets as he does
that's one consolation. Sometimes |
don't believe there's shilling here,
and again I'm sure there's a big stake
in it. The act that Pickering is risk
Ing so much TO find what's supposed
to be hidden here is pretty fair evil
dence that something's buried on the
place
Possibly, but they're giving you a
lively boycott. Now where in the devil
have you been?''
Well" | began, and hesitated. I
had not mentioned Marian Devereux
and this did not seem the time for con-
idences of that sort.
He took cigarette from his pocket
and lighted it deliberately.
Bah, these women, Under the
terms of your excellent grandfather's
will you have thrown away all your
rights 1t looks to me, as member
If the Irish bar in bad standing. as
riroigh YOU mad delivered Yourself up
70 the enemy, so tar as the legal siBua-
ion is concerned How does IL strike
~ou9"
IF it's known that ran away for
Night, of course"
MY lad, don't deceive. Yourself
Everybody round here will know it be
| fore night. You ran off, left your win
low open invitingly, and two gentle
nen who meditated breaking in found
hat they needn't take the trouble
me came in through your own room,
noting OF course, your absence, let in
is friend below, and tore up the place
egrettably-"
Yes. but how did you get here
| I YOU don't mind telling
It's a short story That little chap
| rom Scotland Yard. who annoyed me
| 20 much in New York and drove me
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