The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1909-01-19
MILLIONS OF MISCHIEF
By HEADON HILL
dwight 1866 by the Newspaper Enterprise Associaton
(Conclusion.)

phington, soothingly, 1.-THE prime
minister of England still has a few
privileges, and among them l think
you will find immunity from police
intrusion. But what of Herzog? II
have heard OF him as a skillful
secret agent, but not in connection
with all this pother."
/, too, had noticed the slip. In her
excitement my dear girl had forgot
ten the pledge she had given to
Herzog to respect his alias, though
his death robbed her lapse of any
consequences to him. Perceiving
this, and that it could do him no
harm, Janet faltered out her ex-
planation-that she had promised
the soi-distant Doctor Barrables to
conceal his real name in considera-
ton for what he had done for her.
A change came over the pre-
mier's face as he listened to my
loves hating words, and began to
fear that we had lost our powerful
friend, so gray and stern did he
grow. But his half coherent ex- J
clamation revealed the real mean
ing of his anger.
"Herzog!" he muttered, under his
breath HE was Sir Gideon Mar
SKIES man. My heaven, but this is
too terrible" And flinging himself
into his chair he bowed his head
in his hands.
saw what had happened. His
quick mind had penetrated the veil,
and he had made the connection be-
tween Sir Gideon Marske and the
plat against himself, in which, till
that moment, l do not think he had
wholly believed, or, IL so, only to
treat 1t as the work of some lawless
anarchist.
There was tap at the door and
footman brought in a telegram
for his master. Lord Alphington,
pulling himself together on the
mans entrance, read it, and heaved
a sigh of relief.
Thank God" he cried. Now we
can hush this greater horror up.
Marske was always clever, and he
has taken the best yau out"
What is it, father?" asked Lady
Muriel. May l see?"
Read it out" said Lord Alphing-
ton, rising heavily. And then l
will ask favor of you all"
Lady Muriel's fresh young voice
rang out firm and clear in the open
ing words, but trembled almost to a
whisper as she grasped the true
significance of the news. To us who
knew 1t was as good as confess
sion of guilt in the task committed
to Herzog. Sir Gideon Marske was
too hard man to have taken the
extreme course because his dead
son was abopt to be branded as a
murderer -
The telegram ran: Regret to in
form your lordship that Sir Gideon
Marske, chancellor of the ex-
chequer, drowned himself in the or
namental water at Marske hall to-
day on receiving Geographic news
of his sons death while aiding in
rescue Of lady on steamer Night
neutrality-suspicious., Private Sec
1t was a full minute before the
premier could speak, but when he
found his voice it was to command
us all to silence as to Sir Gideon
Marshes initiative in the plot
against him. The empire would be
shaken to its furthest borders, and
the clock would be put back 800
years, II 1t leaked out that polit-
zeal assassination mad been planned
by minister of the crown.
Il have his majesty's ear, Riving-
ton," he said turning to me. 81 can
rely on his tact to join us in this
conspiracy of silence. To explain
your escape 1t will be necessary to
bring in Herzog's part, but so far
as the public is concerned let him
be called Barrables. Roger Marshes
misdeeds have no national import
ance. and can, and shall, have full
publicity"
With which he abruptly left the
room, to start on the short journey
designed to secure for m can even
more mighty ally than himself
the only one in the realm who had
power to stay the doom that had
been pronounced. Lord Alphington
took Janet's hardly won proofs
with him, but we had all seen them.
and there was plenty of food for
discussion in the cold blooded guilt
they revealed.
The story disclosed was COM
monplace one enough In its earlier
stages-that of trusting girl Sc
cretly married to a man who soon
began to tire. My sisters letters
showed that after weeks honey
moon up the river they had parted
on good terms. and by mutual con.
sent, she to return to her home In
the New Forest, and he to resume
his bachelor mode of life in Lon.
don. From the first to last Clara's
letters breathed a spirit of true af-
lection, without a hint of repining