The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1910-09-29
~ M4RY ROBERTS RZNZXzART


any enemies? Any one who might
wish him out of the way?"
Not that ! know Of, unless-no, I
cannot think of any"
WAS he in the habit of carrying
money!"
HE never carried it far. No, he
never had more than enough for cur
rent expenses"
Mr.. Jameson got up then and be-
gan to pace the room. 1t was an un-
wonted concession to the occasion.
Then l think we get at it by elm
ination. The chances are against
flight. If he was hurt, We find no
trace of him. 1t looks almost like an
abduction. This young DR.. Walker
have you any idea why Mr.. Innes
should have gone there last night?"
Il cannot understand it," Gertrude
said ~thoughtfully. Il don't think he
knew DR.. Walker at all, and-their re-
lations could hardly have been cordial,
under the circumstances"
Jameson pricked up his ears, and
little by little he drew from us the
uLiOl tuhdtC ololy VI lldloty . loNC al
fair, and the fact that Louise was 60
ing to marry DR.. Walker.
Mr.. Jameson listened a~ttentively.
There are some interesting devel-
opments here" he said thoughtfully.
The woman who claims to be the
mother of Lucien Wallace has not
come back. Your nephew has appar-
emily been spirited away. There is an
organized attempt being made to en-.
ter this house; in fact, 1t has been
entered. Witness the incident with
the cook yesterday. And / have a
new piece of information" He looked
carefully away from Gertrude. "Mr.
John Bailey is not at his Knicker-
booker apartments, and l don't know
where he is. It's a hash, that's what
it is. It's a Chinese puzzle. They
won't fit together, unless-unless Mr..
Bailey and your nephew have again"
And once again Gertrude surprised
me. They are not together" she
said holly. "I-know where Mr.. Bailey
is, and my brother is not with him"
Miss Gertrude" he said, IF you and
Miss Louise would only tell me every.
thing you know and surmise about
this business, l should be able to do a
great many things. l believe l could
find your brother, and l might be able
to-well, to do some other things"
But Gertrude's glance did no falter.
Nothing hat l know could help
you to find Halsey." she said stubborn
y. 81 know absolutely as little Of his
disappearance as you do, and l can
only say this: I do not trust Or.
Walker. l think he hated Halsey,
and he would get rid of him if he
could"
Perhaps you are right. In fact, |
had some such theory myself. But DR..
Walker went out late last night to a
serious case in Summitville, and is
still there. Burns traced him there.
We have made guarded inquiry at the
Greenwood club and through the vii
lage. There is absolutely nothing to
go on but this: On the e~mbankment
above the railroad, at the point where
we found the machine, is a small
house. An old and a daughter,
who is very lame, live there. They
say that they distinctly heard the
shock when the Dragon Fly hit the
car, and they went to the bottom Of
their garden and looked over. The
automobile was there; they could see
the lights, and they thought some one
had been injured. 1t was very dark,
but they could make out two figures,
standing together. The women were
curious, and, leaving the fence, they
went back and by a roundabout path
down to the road. When they got
there the car was still standing, the
headlight broken and the bonnet
crushed, but there was no one to be
seen"
The detective went away immedi-
ately, and to Gertrude and me was
left the woman's part, to watch and
wait. BY luncheon nothing had been
found, and | was frantic. | went up
stairs to Halsey's DON finally, from
sheer inability to sit across from Ger.
trude any longer and meet her terror.
filled eyes.
Liddy was in my dressing room, sue.
p~iciously %red-eyed and trying to put
a right sleeve in a left arm-hole of a
new waist for me. / was too much
shaken to scold.
What lame did that woman In the
kitchen give?" she demanded, vicious
- ripping out the offending sleeve.
Bliss. Matte Bliss" | replied.
"Bliss. NJ. b. Well, that's not what
she has on her suitcase. 1t is marked
y. F. c."
The new cook and her initials trou-
bled me not all. l put on my bonnet
and sent for what the Casanova liv-
eryman called a stylish turnout
Having once made up my mind to a
course of action, l I'm not n to turn
back. Warner drove me; he was
plainly Disguised, and he steered the
livery horse as he would the Dragon
Fly. feeling uneasily with his left foot
for the clutch, and working his right
elbow at an imaginary horn every
time a dog got in the way.
Warner had something on his mind,
and after we had turned into the road