Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-09-05
WATERBURY EVENING THURSDAY SEPTEMBER

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 leave that brat Tray to his Own wick edness. They'll bring him to the gal lers some day"
 ''But want to know''--
 "Ah, well, then, you won't, sir. ses what ses, and I ses no more nor I oughter say. So good night, sir" and Mrs. Purr toddled up the newly grav- eled path and entered the cottage, leaving an odor of gin behind her.
 It was 5 o'clock when Paul arrived at the door of the stairs leading to his attic, and here he was touched on the shoulder by no less person than Mir. Billy Hurd. Only when he spoke did Paul recognize him by his voice, for the gentleman who stood before him was not the brown individual he knew as the detective. Mir. Hurd was in evening dress, with the neatest of pat ent boots and the tightest of white gloves. He wore a brilliantly polish ed silk hat and twirled gold headed cane; also he had donned smart blue cloth overcoat with velvet col lar and cuffs. But, though his voice was the voice of Hurd, his face was that of quite different person. His hair was dark and worn rather long, his mustache black and large and brushed out la kaiser, and he af- fected an, eyeglass as immovable as that of Hay. ~
 ""Why are you masquerading as Frenchman, Hurd7" .,e
 Not Hurd in this skin, MT. Beecot. Comte de la Tour, votre service" and he presented thin glazed card with a coronet engraved on it. Come up to your, room. There's something to be talked over between us." =. -.,-~ 3
 "No bad news, I hopeT'
 "Ah, my poor friend" said the de tective in his usual genial voice, you have had enough bad news, am aware. To. lose lovely wife and fine fortune at once. Eh, what pityw
 q have lost the money, certainly" said Beecot lighting his lamp, but the wife will be mine as soon as can save sufficient to give her better home than this" '
 M le Comte de la Tour sat down and gracefully flung open his overcoat, 50 as to expose a spotless shirt front. What" he asked, lifting his darkened eyebrows, "so you mean to marry that girl?" -"..-. ,- D.. ~. ..~
 "Of course" said Paul angrily. Do you think I'm a bruteT'
 But the money" .-l ,'..
 "What does that matter? I love her, not the money.", E :
 And the name. Her birth"- .
 I'll give her my own name. and then we'll see who will dare say word against my wife" r--..,' .s sar. -'j
 Hurd stretched out his hand and, grasping that of Beecot, shook 1t warm. ly. Upon my word you are man, and that's almost better than being a gentleman" he said heartily. I've heard everything from Mir. Fash, and I honor you, Mir. Beecot; I honor you"
 Paul stared. You must have been brought up in queer way, Hurd," he said dryly, ''to express this surprise because a man acts as man and not as blackguard." .....
 "Ah, but you see in my profession I have mixed with blackguards, and that has lowered my moral tone. It's re- freshing to meet straight, honorable man such as you are, Mr. Beecot. I liked you when first I set eyes on you and determined to help, you to discover the assassin of Aaron Nor1nan'-
 "Lemuel Krill you mean"
 Hurd looked round the bleak garret expressi-sly and shrugged his shoul- ders. You can't bring Miss Norman here."
 "No. But I may make enough mon- ey to give her a better home."
 Gan help you?"
 q don't see how you can. want to be an author" .
 "We!l," said Hurd, whose British lpcech was in strange contrast to his foreign appearance, "it's not bad game to be an author if you get good serial conneStion. Oh, don't look sur prised. know about newspapers and publishers as I know about most things. See here. Mir. Beecot have you ever tried your hand at detective storyT
 ''No. write on higher level"
 You won't write on a more paying level" replied Hurd coolly. q know a newspaper which will give you-if recommend you, mind-f100 for a good detective yaru. You apply for it."
 But couldn't make up one of those plots-so intricate"
 Pooh. It's a trick. You set your puppets in such and such a way and then mix them up. I'll give you the benefit of my experience as 'tec. and with my plot and your own writing we'll be able to knock up a story for the paper talk of. Then, with f100 you'll have a nest egg to start with"
 (To Re Conrinuedb