The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1911-10-31

week was a lure which mus. draw
HiHi, and what was IL To them. who
were playing for thousands They
put IN the advertisement. on. rogue
% t"S tempora-y office. the other
rogue incites the man 10 annfx Co.
u and together they manage In g.
cure MS absence every morning IN
the week. From the time thgt !
neard or the assistant having ~ora
lot halt wages II was obvious In m.
NAT ne mad some strong motive for
securing The situation"
But how could YOU guess what,h.
motive was?"
Had there been women in The
mouse. L should have suspected .
mere vulgar intrigue. That. however
was out OF the question. The mans
business was a small one. and fher.
was nothing in his house which
could account for such elaborate
preparations, and such an exneu-
diture as they were at. II must then
De something out Of the house. What
could IT be? l thought OF the as
slstants fondness for ~snotographv
and his trick of vanishing into The
cellar. The cellar, There was ia.
end Of this tangled clue. Then r
made inquiries as 10 this mysterious
assistant. and found hat / had IL
deal with one of the coolest and moSr
daring criminals in London. lie was
doing something in the cellar-some-
thing which took many hours = d.y
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Tor months on end. What could ii
be. once more? | could think of
nothing save that he was running "A
tunnel 10 some other building.
= far | had got when we Went
10 VISIT the scene Of action. sur
pTlsed You by beating upon the pave
Inent with my stick. | was ascer-
tanning whether the cellar stretched
OUT IN front or habinI II -
IN front. Then | rang the bell. and.
as | hoped, the assistant answered
II. We have had some skirmishes,
but We had never set eyes upon each
other before. | hardly looked at his
face. His knees were what ] Wished
to see. You must Yourself have re-
marked how worn. wrinkled. and
stained they were. They spoke or
those hours of ~burrowing. The only
remaining point was what they We're
burroWing for. | walked round the
corner, saw that the City and SUI
burban Bank abutted on our friends
premises. and felt that | had solved
my problem. When you drove home
after the concert | called upon Scot
land Yard, and upon the chairman Of
that you have seen
And how could o tell that they
would make their attempt tonight?'
I asked.
Wen, When they closed thelr
League offices that was a sig that
they cared no longer about Mr.. JabeZ
Wilson'S preSence-in other words,
that they had completed their tun-
rel. But it was essential that they
should use it soon, as it might be dis
GO cred, or the bullion might be re
owe Saturday would suit thcm
better than any other day. as it would
give them two days for their escape.
For all these reasons | expected them
- come tonight"
you reasoned it out beautifully"
! exclaimed, in unfeigned admiration.
1T is so long a chain, and yet every
link rings rue"
1T saved me from ennui." he an
swered, yawning. Alas. L already
feel it closing in upon me. My life
is spent in one long effort TO escape
from the ccmmonplaces Of existence.
These little problems help me TO do
50"
Ard you are a benefactor Of the
race said ].
He shrugged his shoulders. We'll.
perhaps, after all. it is of some little
use" he remarked. "I|homme c'est
rien-iGuvre c'est tout as Gustave
Flaubert wrote to Georges Sand.