Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1907-11-11

light of a June evening was clear
enough outside, the interior of the
house was gloomy in the extreme.
There were some dark curtains shroud-
ing doorway.
~Lady Morland is in there" murmur-
Cd the doctor brokenly. "Will you go
30 herr
Philip obeyed in silence. He passed
through the curtains. 1t was so dark
khAt he imagined he must be In q
passage with door at the other end.
Cant / have light?" he asked,
partly turning toward the room he had
jHst quilted.
In the neglected garden at the land
ward front of the Grange House the
horse stood patiently on three legs,
eliminating no doubt on the steepness
of hills and the excellence of pastures.
Nearly an hour passed thus in solemn
Quietude. Then a boy on a bicycle,
red faced with exertion, pedaled man.
fully up the hill and through the gate.
''I hope he's here" he thought. It's
long way to COON for nothin'."
Around his waist was a strap with a
pouch bearing the Kings monogram.
He ran up to the door and gave a cou-
pie of thunderous knocks, the privileg-
ed rattat of telegraph messenger.
There was a long delay. Then a
heavy step approached, and a man
opened the door-a big, heavy faced
man, with eyes that stared dreadfully
and nose damaged in life's transit
"Philip Arson, ESQ.," said the boy
briskly, producing buff colored en-
velope.
NJ, The man seemed to swallow some
thing.
''Yes; he's here. Is that for himT"
''Yes, sir. Any reply?"
The man took the telegram, closed
the door, and the boy heard his retreat
ing footsteps. After some minutes he
returned.
'Tt's too late to reply tonight, isn't
itY' he inquired.
Eyes, SIR 1t coom'd after hours, but
they'd paid t. porterage i Lunnon so t.
postmistress said ye'd mebbe like to
hev 1t at vance. I've ridden all t. way
frae Scarsdale" @
Late that evening, when the pro-
tracted cleaning of the north was fast
yielding to the shadows of a cloudy
night, the big man from the Grange
House drove into Scarsdale. He pulled
up at the Fox and Hounds public
house. He wanted Mr.. Green.
: Anson's valet came.
"Your master says you are to bring
his portmanteau to the Grange House
tonight. He intends remaining there.
You must get the landlord to sit up
until you return. 1t will take you an
hour and half to drive both ways"
Green was ready in five minutes
He learned that stable boy must
crouch at their feet to bring the dog.
cart back. 1t was the property of the
Fox ana Hounds proprietor.
Very unwillingly the horse swung
or again toward the moor. There was
little conversation. The driver was
taciturn, the Londoner somewhat scar
ed by the dark loneliness.
AT the Grange House they were me-
by Philip Arson. He stood in the oper
doorway. He held handkerchief tt
his lips and spoke in husky voice, the
voice Of one under the stress of great
agitation.
''That you, Green? Just give my bag
to the driver and return to the village
Here is a five pound note. Pay YOU
bill and go back to London by the frs
train tomorrow. / stop here some few
days"
The aStonished servant took the note
Before he could reply his master turn
ed. crossed a room feebly lighted by
dull lamp and passed through a cur
tanned doorway.
Green was staring perplexedly at tn
house, the kitchen, his i'll favored com
panion carrying Philips portmantea'
within, when he heard his master
voice again and saw him standing be
tween the partly drawn curtains, wit
his face quite visible in the dim ray
of the lamp.
"GreeD %
Eyes, sir"
Here are my keys. Unlock the ba
and take the keys with you. You re
member the small portmanteau in m
safe at Park lane?'
"Yes, sir"
"Open the safe, get that bag an
send it to me tomorrow night by trai
to the Station hotel, York"
Tomorrow night, sir:"
Eyes"
The keys were thrown with a rattl
on to broad kitchen table. EVIDENT
Mr.. Arson would not brook question
as to his movements, though his fe'
words sounded contradictory Gree
got down, unfastened the portmantei
and went back to the dogcart.
They're queer folk l. t. Grange,
said the stable boy as they drove wa,
There's a barrow night and lady q
nobody ever sees, an a dochtor. an
man-him as KEN for ye"
Surely they are well known here