The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1908-10-15

partly turning toward the room he had
just quilted.
In the neglected garden at the land
ward front of the Grange House the
horse stood patiently On three legs.
Illuminating 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.
Il 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 d 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
The man seemed to swallow some
thing
Yes; he's here. Is that for him."
Yes, sir. Amy reply?"
The man took the telegram, closed
the door, and the boy heard his retreat
ing footsteps. After some minutes he
returned.
Its too late to reply tonight, isn't
itw he inquired.
Yes, sir. 1t coom'd after hours. but
they'd paid t porterage / 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 and Hounds proprietor.
Very unwillingly the horse swung
of 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 met
by Philip Arson. He stood in the open
doorway. He held a handkerchief to
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 five pound note. Pay your
bill and go back to London by the first
train tomorrow. I 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 a
dull lamp and passed through a cur
tanned doorway.
house, the kitchen. his ill favored COM
panion carrying Philips portmanteau
within, when he heard his masters
voice again and saw him standing be-
tween the partly drawn curtains, with
his face quite visible in the dim rays
Of the lamp.
"Green?'
Eyes, sir"
Here are my keys. Unlock the bag
! and take the keys with you. You re-
member the small portmanteau in my
safe at Park lane?"
Yes, SIR
"Open the safe, get that bag and
send it to me tomorrow night by train
to the Station hotel, York"
Tomorrow night, sir?"
YES"
The keys were thrown with . rattle
on to broad kitchen table. Evidently
Mr.. Arson would not brook questions
as to his movements. though his few
words sounded contradictory. Green
got down, unfastened the portmanteau
and went back to the dogcart
They're queer folk + t. Grange"
SUM thV SldbiC w. do lucy oAoNS ray
There's barrow night and a lady as
nobody ever sees, an a dochtor, an a
man-him as KEN for ye"
Surely they are well known here?"
mot bit Of it. Only bin here about
a week. T. doctor chaps very chirpy,
but yon uther is a rum 'un''
Green was certainly puzzled very
greatly by the unexpected develop
ments of the last few minutes. but he
was discreet and well trained
He liked his young master and would
do anything to serve his interests.
Moreover, the ways of millionaires
were not the ways of other men. All
he could do was to hear and obey.
He slept none the less soundly be-
cause his master chose voluntarily to
bury himself, even for a little while.
in such weirdly tumbledown old
mansion as the Grange House.