The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1907-10-11

nevertheless he quilted that cnam-
Der Of death carrying with him all that
he needed and hurrying over the task
while he could yet hear the dogcart
rafting down the hill.
He commenced with an inventory of
Philips pockets.
His eyes sparkled at the sight of a
well filed pocketbook, with a hundred
pounds in notes stuffed therein, cards.
a small collection Of letters, and other
odds and ends. Among Philips books
was Evelyn's hurried note of that
morning and on 1t penciled memo
randum:
Sharpe left for Devonshire yesterday.
Lady M. wrote from Yorkshire.
"That was a neat stroke" thought
Grenier, with a smile-when he smiled
he least resembled Philip. Being a
man of affairs, Arson promptly went
to the Morlands' solicitors. / was sure
of 1t. / wonder how Jimmie arranged
matters with Sharpe. l will know to-
morrow at York"
A checkbook in another pocket added
to his joy.
"The last rock out Of my path!' he
cried aloud. "That saves two days.
The bait took. BY Jove! I'm in luck's
wayw
There was now no need to write to
Philips bank for a fresh book, which
was his first daring expedient.
He seated himself at table and
wrote Philips signature several times
to test his hand. At last it was steady.
Then he put match to a fire all ready
for lighting and burned Philips hat,
collar, shirt and underclothing; also
the blood stained towel
When the mass Of clothing was smol-
lering black and red he threw a fresh
supply Of coal on top of it, The loss
Of the hat did not trouble him. He
possessed one Of the same shape and
color.
He was quietly smoking cigar and
practicing Philips voice between the
puffs when Mason returned with the
valet
The scene, carefully rehearsed by
Grenier in all its Details passed Off
with gratifying success. Purring with
satisfaction, the chief scoundrel Of the
pair left in the Grange House by the
astonished servant began to overhaul
the contents Of Philips bag.
1t held the ordinary outfit of a gen.
tleman who does not expect to pay a
protracted visit-an evening dress suit,
a light overcoat, q tweed suit and
small supply of boots and linen. A
tiny dressing case fitted into a special
receptacle, and on top of this reposed
folded document.
Grenier opened it. Mason looked
over his shoulder. 1t was headed:
annual Report Of the Mary Anson
Home For Destitute Boys"
Mason coarsely cursed both the home
and its patron, but Grenier laughed
pleasantly.
"The very thingv' he cried. "Look
herer'
And he pointed to an Endorsement by
the secretary:
For signature If approved Of"
81 will sign and return it, with
nice typewriter letter, tomorrow from
York. Abingdon is one of the govern
ors. Oh I will bamboozle them rare
lyr
This blooming charity will help you
bit thenT'
Nothing better. Let us go out for
little stroll. Now, don't forget. Adj
dress me as Mr.. Anson.' Get used to
1t even If we are alone, and it will be
no harm should we happen to meet
somebody"
They went down the hill and entered
lhe rough country road that wound up
from Scarsdale to the cliff. Through
the faint light of a summers night
they saw man approaching.
1t was policeman.
"Absit omen," said Grenier softly.
whats thatT
Latin for cop. You complained of
my want of nerve. Watch me now"
He halted the policeman and ques-
toned him about the locality, the di-
rection of the roads, the villages on the
coast. He explained pleasantly that
he was Londoner and an utter stran-
ger In these parts.
You are staying at the Grange
House, sir?" said the man in his turn.
Eyes. Come here today, In fact"
II saw you, sir. Is the gentleman
who drove you from Scarsdale staying
there too? met you on the road and
he seemed to know me-"
Grenier silently mathematical his
Policemen in rural York
shire were not as common as police
men in Oxford street. 1t was the same
man whom he had encountered hours
ago.
"Oh, he is a doctor. Yes, he resides
in the Grange House"
you won't find much room for a
party there, SIR" persisted the consta-
bic. 81 don't remember the gentleman
at ALL What Is his nameY
CDR. Williams. He is a genial sort
Of fellow-nods to anybody. Take a
cigar. Sorry can't ask you to go up
and have a drink, but there is illness
I'm the place."
The policeman passed on.
"Illness," he said, glancing at the
gloomy outlines Of the farm. "How
many Of 'em are in T. place, and who's