Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1910-04-22

not ut 10 Wiling " uhft lis pieaSdhb
little fiction as to a defuncr son-in-law
exposed. What do you Think
Mr.. Devine could appreciate audaci-
ty. He grinned.
ST think you're a slick article" said
he. land | should say you had got EN-.
Looks TO me as If Mr.. Hewington
would either have to chloroform you
or buy you If"
Count vecchi INDUCED in a nom
chalant shrug.
II ask only what is justly due. One
cannot live without money"
There's more or less truth In that,
count. only And Mr.. Devine pursed
her cherubic mouth quizzically. over
here we don't make a practice of chok-
ing our wives to get It,"
"Bahr' The count waved aside this
reference to his brief domestic career.
"Over here | shall make my demands
through madame's legal representa-
tives."
You're improving. Going to call on
them today?"
las soon as l can get a message TO
the countess and learn the ame of
her attorneys"
"Oh. I see. Now. wait. Let me
think that over a minute" The Cher
a.. rubbed lis .s;a chin thoughtfully.
You say you don't insist upon seeing
the countess personally; all you want
is the address of her lawyers"
The count nodded.
."Then I'll tell you what we might
do" suggested Mr.. Devine. Lets go
up and ask Timmins to find out. We
can get to his office without being
seen. What do you say?"
The count was quite willing. He Of
fered Mr.. Dovine a cigarette In his
most affable manner, and when the
Cherub has rescued his straw hat
they started off through the maze of
bluestone walks for the stables.
On reaching the office he left the
count outside and went In alone to
consult Timmins.
ever see q picture of Count Vec-
chit" he asked Timmins.
Yes, Timmins had, but not for a
couple of years.
''Take a squirt through the window
at the chap outside" said Mr.. Devine.
Ibid the picture look anything like
himY"
Timmins peered through the glass.
Eyes, very like him, sir" he went On.
"Then that's him." declared the
Cherub.
mot the one that they said was"-
Eyes, but he says he isn't. Claims
he never died at all. Now, what do
you guess he's here forT'
Judging by what I've heard, sir, l
should say he might be after money"
"Timmins, you're a mind reader.
That's just what he is after"
why, the sneaking, ~unmannerly vii
laing' exploded Timmins. HE ought
to be put in Jail, sir"
"Well, something ought to be done
with him. What's that little stone
coop without any windows down there
by the swan lake?"
"That's the icehouse. SIR"
Full up, is it?s
near empty, think"
Room for q cot bed and a chair or
so, is there"
Timmins grinned expressiyely.
PLENTY of room. sir"
"How about air, Timminsf"
Excellent ventilation, sir. Has to
be, you kn9w."
Good! Now, you slip out the back
way and go down there. will you? Go
inside and shut the door. When you
hear me knock you'll know I've come
with a caller. Get the idea. ehr'
do I, siri Oh. my eye! Oh, my
eye!" And. with one hand over his
mouth, Timmins disappeared.
The icehouse at Hewington Acres
was a most substantial building. In
the front were two doors-one at the
top, reached by a permanent ladder;
the other on a level with the ground.
This latter was a double door, with
an air space between. The outside
half was of thick oak and swung on
heavy strap hinges. In the upper
panel was a diamond shaped design of
auger holes. Standing outside and
looking up at these perforations was
Cherub Devine. He was not studying
the design. He was talking to some
unseen person behind the thick door.
conversing easily and pleasantly in
spite of the handicap. True, he was
on the free side of the door. That
makes a difference, of course.
On the whole, Cherub Deyine felt a
grim satisfaction in knowing that the
count was safe under lock and key in
stead of lodging around the grounds,
where he might come across the count
ess at any moment. Even If there
was no danger Of a tender reunion it
was best to have the count shut up,
for he was bent on making trouble.
AT that very moment he was so de-
pIorfDv RI fha full axtont of his 11nO