Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-01-14

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things the coffee was Kahn, together
with his partner Casimir.'
The officer looked across at Phil.
Il suppose you could offer no
guess?" he said.
Il am afraid not" said Phil; cit
would be tug almost certainly
cargoboat would be too SLOW Since
the firm got the big German naval
contract, you see they never knew
where the Kiel fleet would want to
coal. So Mr.. Kahn had whole feet
of tugs with powerful engines to take
out the big loads to the rendezvous
Doubtless he ordered round one of
these"
"A tug-yes!" meditated the Of
ficer; that explains, partly, at least
little port. little ships. A tug would
get MIN away to the continent-with
all his stuff" Something little and
packed with engines, it would be, like
racing car! Well, we shall get some
more information at Dalmelltngton!"
"How's that?" queried Grinding. I
The Inspector cast look Of pity at
him.
"of course Fox and Frost would
send all that they knew to the police
station there. 1t will be waiting for
u.s."
After that they were wholly silent.
The car throbbed and Jared, but did
not stop any more, till the long street
OF the little town drew them, like an
Inverness cape. and they stopped in
front OF the County Constabulary Sta
ton.
Presently Inspector Henderson
came out, looking considerably dis
turbed in mind.
Fox and Frost are two fools!" he
said, tearing the message he had re-
ceived into very small pieces "They
think that coming here is only a
blind, and that the cars have turned
and gone back by night along the
hard Ayr road. No one here has seen
them. They will wire If anything is
found! There is no news. Nothing
for it but to sit and suck ones thumbs
till We hear something"
beg your pardon, Inspector" said
Phil, but | think we should go on.
Ihat no one has seen them proves
nothing, for the Da,,nellington folk
are good sleepers." ,gF
'Eh? % cried the detective, whats
that? Have you got an idea? Out;
with 1T. never yet knew anybody's
idea that wasn't, at least, worth CON
sidering. And yours, young man,
seem to be of superior order"
This was, indeed, praise from Sir
Hubert Stanley.
Il don't believe they turned back at
all' said Phil 'if they had, they
would both have got into the big
Mercedes. No, they have gone on |
know these north Galloway roads
what isn't hard pebble and sand is rut
and mud. We shall pick up their
tracks where they have passed be-
fore we nave gone five miles,
The automobile sped on. The chauf-
feur had renewed his stock of fuel at
Dalmellington, and soon the long val
ley of the Doom was laid out smoothly
behind them, the landscape passing
right and left over their shoulders as
the sea is divided before the rush OF
fast destroyer. There was singing
of wind in their ears when they reacn>
ed the summit, and the car launched
itself downwards towards the Ken.
Till now they had seen no traces
of the fugitives and Inspector Hender.
son began to be restless. A few min
utes more and he would have given
the order to turn back. But at that
moment Phil pointed out something
which cut in long curves into the soft
turf of the moorside.
There they are!" he cried, zone
car, at least, and badly driven"
They stopped and got out. Grind
ling recognised in a moment the dia,
mond criss-crossings of the tires of
the smaller car-that in which James
Kahn had escaped. But of the other
there was no sign on the well-crown-
ed, hard-surfaced road. The tires OF
the Mercedes would have left parallel
ridges, and been easily distinguishable
from the otner. Here, however, not
pebble was lifted Nothing gave evi-
dence of anything uncommon except
those occasional curves cut in the
smooth turf of the wayside.
1T looks as if he had been hard
pressed. by something or someone"
Dondered the inspector Perhaps,
after all, Fox and Frost have been
working on their. own" He spoke
the last phrase with some bitterness.
working on their own" meant in the
force, for their own honor and glory"
Inspector Henderson held it to be the
blight and bane of all good police
work-the sin objectionable.
They passed through Carsphairn.
Yes, they We're on the track. They
sang the long-resounding song of
speed Zone single rising note), long.
sustained and good to hear, down the
green valley, and by the ripping wa
terside. They turned sharp down the
steep mill to the Kirk of st. John. And