Arizona republican., 1911-01-05
THE ADVENTURES OF
 MIR. PETER RUFF By E. Phillips oppenheim-Mr. Vim cent Gswdor, Commission
 Agent.
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Agent.

| CldTeu UT course he may not be there. It may be the merest fancy on my part. At any rate, you may rely upon 1t that he will not make any overtures in a public place like the Nildn. MT. Vincent Cawdor may be a curious sort of person. but I do not fancy that he is a fool. "
 will go.'
 " Be back soon after three" Peter 1 Kun said. "I am going up to my room to do my exercises"
 And afterwards" she asked.
 shall have my lunch sent i'm be answered. Don't hurry back. though. shall not expect you till a quarter past three" It was few minutes past that time when Miss Brown returned. Peter Ruff was sitting at his desk. looking IS though he had never moved. He was absorbed in a book of patterns sent in by his new tailor. and he only Slanccd up at her entrance.
 Violet" he said. earnestly. "come Tn and sit down. I want to consult you. There is new material here a sort of mouSe-colored cbeviot. wonder whether it would suit me?"
 Violet was looking very handsome and little flushed. She raised her veil and came over to his side.
 Put that stupid book away. Peter" she said. "I want to tell you about the MfloH."
 He leaned back in his chair.
 An, he said. "I had forgotten, Was MT. Vincent Cawdor there?"
 "Yes: " she answered. still little breathless. There was some one else there. too in whom you are still more interested"
 He nodded
 Go on." he said.
 Mir. Vincent Cawdor." she contin- ued, "came in alone. He looked just as objectionable as ever. and he stared at me till I nearly threw my wine glass at him."
 !" He did not speak to you?" Peter Ruff asked.
 "I was afraid that he was going to-" Miss Brown said. "bgt fortu- nately he met friend who ca9he to his table and lunched with him."
 " A friend" Ruff remarked. Good, What was he like?"
 Fair. slight. Teutonic," Miss Brown answered. He wore thick spectacles. and his mustache was positively yellow"
 Ruff nodded.
 Go on." he said.
 Towards the end of luncheon" she continued, an American came up to them"
 An American?" Peter Ruff inter- rupted. e How do you know that?"
 Miss Brown smiled.
 He was clean-shaven and he wore neat clothes" she said. He talked with an accent you could have cut with knife and he had a Baedeker sticking out of his pocket After luncheon, they all three went away to the smoke-room."
 Peter Ruff nodded
 Anything else?" he asked.
 The girl smiled triumphantly.
 Yes! she declared There was something else-something which l think you will find interesting. At the next table to me there was a man -alone. Can you guess who he was?" John Dory," Ruff said. calmly. The girl was disappointed. You knewi" she exclaimed. My dear Violet" he said. "I did | hot send you there on fools er- rand" There's something doing, them" she exclaimed. There is likely" he answered. grimly, to be great deal doing.
  The two men who stood upon the | hill, and Peter Ruff who lay upon his | behind huge boulder, looked | upon a new thing. Far down In the valley from out of l a black shed-the only sign of mans l for many miles-it came gray at first. moving l slowly as though being pushed down | a slight Incline. then afoat in the air. | a torpedo with wings and a great pre- historic insect. Now and then 1t de- | scribed strange circles. but mostly it l came towards them as swift and as | true as an 2rrow shot from a bow | The two men looked at one another the shorter. to whose cheeks the Cum OeTldDu NlnuS ndu DTOuSut uO ITdCe III of color, gave vent to hoarse ex- | 
 Hes done it. !" he growled.
 Wait. !" the other answered
 Over their heads the thing wheeled, and seemed to stand still in the air II The beating of the engine was so faint hat Peter Run, from behind the If boulder, could hear all that was said. A man leaned out from his seat-a nan with wan cheeks but blazing II syes. . ,-,-. Listen" he said. "Take you. classes. There-due north-can you lee a steeple?" The men turned their feld-slasse- n the direction towards which the ,ther pointed. ] "Yes," they answered.
 "It Is sixteen miles, as the crow Hes. to Barnham Church h-thirty-two niles there and back Walt! E"
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