The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1910-03-01

contractor, you know, and as such naturally
has employed hundreds Of Italians We
figured that one Of them, born criminal or
man rendered desperate for want of EMPLOY
ment, had followed us up to our isolated sum
mer home in the Catskills OF course. how
ever, we had no idea Of yielding to his prepos-
ferrous demand
Pardon me, :" interrupted Kingston. "you
say this letter was found by your father on his
writing table,"
Eyes, just after breakfast. day before YES
terday. The governors den is on the ground
floor, and has a French window giving en-
trance from the piazza. The window is usu-
ally open in the day time, and the beggar must
have slipped in with his note while We we're at
breakfast. Not wishing to disturb our
guests"
Pardon me once more. Your guests.
who are they?'
"Ah, Howard, old chap, see you're be-
coming interested. But you can't work I'D
mystery in that direction. There are two old
cronies of the governors. Colonel Mathews
and Judge Desmond: a visitor from France,
the Count de Sadan. not fortune hunting
adventurer but the right sort. over here to trv
and earn an honest living in business: and.
finally, two college friends of mine whom YOU
may have met. Sidney Wright and Perceval
Porter. My sister. Maisie. is doing the
honors, and Porters sister. Annie. is helping
her out. That completes the household as at
present constituted. except for the servants,
who have been with US for years
GO ahead with your story"
g As was saving. We decided to mention
the letter to no one. but the governor casually
directed the coaehman and gardener to keep a
sharp lookout for any suspicious characters.
The day passed without incident No bag OF
gold was left on the writing table. the window
was tightly fastened.
THAT night the governor and took turns
mounting guard in his den. Nothing oc-
CURED After breakfast we looked for an
other note. Not word Then we began to
hope that Mr.. Black Hand had had change
OF heart. But in the middle OF the afternoon,
as though it had dropped from nowhere,
father discovered this
He handed Kingston second letter. writ
ten on the same paper as the first. and SINH
larry scrawled in lead pencil. 1t read:
Vii! give you until Observation-Disclosures
but no longer. Go Or send &. one. TO, me inoa...
and follow previous instructions. Try no tricks
We shoot to kill
THE BLACK HAND.
There's little to add" Willoughby con-
tinued. IF ather summoned me. and it was
decided that should at once start for New
York and consult the Pinkertops. That's the
situation in nutshell. Now tell me wha.
you think"
A moments silence followed. Then. with
an expressive wave of his long thin hands,
Kingston tossed the penciled letters on a
table, and, pointing toward them, said:
Those letters were never"
He abruptly checked himself, rose slowly
out of the chair, placed hand on vii
loughby's shoulder, and declared quietly:
Don't worry, my boy your fathers safe
enough. And there's no necessity, after all,
for calling in detective.
"What youneedis the helpof a psychologist.
And being rather interested in psychological
problems myself, as you know, I'd be glad
enough if you'd let me have hand in clearing
up this little affair of yours"
LET you! By Jove! After the Rutledge
mystery, L"
"There, there, no more of that. Now, y
consulting his watch, 8" it's nearly ten o'clock
Our train is the eleven thirty, suppose
Very well, I'll run up to the club and get some
clothes, and will meet you at the station
Meantime, drop in at your bank and draw out
5000 in gold"
"You don't mean to say that"
"Do not ask any questions, Dick, but dc
exactly as tell you. If you're going to place
the case in my hands you must trust me i'm
plicitly. Now shall have to be off, for
have some business to transact before train
time"
At exactly four o'clock that afternoon red
touring-car drew up in front of long, low
picturesque country-house built on the Eng
lish order. Dick Willoughby stepped out
carrying small handbag, and followed by
the tall form of Howard Kingston The,
were greeted by chorus of delighted excla
nations from group of young people who
had hurried to the door at sound of their ap
proach.
"Hello, folkses," cried Willoughby, will
his characteristic breeziness, "having gooe
time, hope. No, didn't forget your ciga
rettes, Sid. But first let me introduce my oil
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