The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1912-07-02

Klein's house in three days. I told
you the other morning not to trust
! yourself with the man; / say now, ac-
cept the invitation"
This was plainly from my friend of
Hyde Park; and ] confess that his
pompous righteousness and pretence
of knowledge amused me. Even he no
longer complained OF Colonel Klein s
reputation, nor advised me now to
avoid him. His letter finally quieted
my scruples, and from that moment
/ resolved to daily with them no long
er; and to let no silly fears delay the
negotiations for the sale Of the treas.
ure of White Creek
In this resolution / waited rather
anXiously for the coming of Klein and
his partner, but three days went, and
/ saw nothing of them; 1t being on the
Monday morning at eleven o'clock
that the former drove up to Bond
street in a single brougham. and came
with his daughter into my private
office. He seemed in a great state Of
distress, saying that Rudisic, although
better, was still unable to set foot
to the ground; and begging me as the
time was so short to take the great
jewel to Berkshire-his house was
just across the line dividing the coun-
ty from Hampshire-and there to set
tie the matter that very day. l heard
him mechanically; my eyes glued on
the exquisite picture which his daugh-
ter made.
Come down today" said he, land
bring your man with you in case we
don't do business. and you have to re-
turn alone. l don't like mailing with
big stuff on me; you never know who
gets wind of it. / suppose you have
somebody to take"
Even with the girls eyes upon me
and her laughing threat to make me
tramp at tennis awhile" had a meas
ure of satisfaction in this request, and
thought instantly of Abel.
Yes" said l, with a laugh, 81 will
bring my own detective. He's down
below now"
That's right" said Klein, land weII
catch the 2:40 from Waterloo. I've
ordered the carriage to meet that,
and there's just time for a snack be.
tween whlles. Never forget your
food, sir-I don't for all the business
In Europe. / once lost commission
or railway in Venezuela through
sandwich-but there, that's another
story, and I'll tell IT you over a chop
at the Criterion. l guess I've got an
appetite on. and SOS Margaret. Ell,
little grip"
He slapped his chest to signify that
void was there; and we all went off
down Plccadilly, returning afterwards
for the gem which ] had placed I'm a
hat-velvet case. put 1t into my
jewel pocket cunningly contrived in
my vest, and with no more delay we
got to Waterloo and to our saloon,
l. bel travelling second class. by the
bye, and in another compartment.
There was q well-turned-out wagon
cite to meet us when we reached
EasinG toxic; and after n drive OF
something under an hour through
some Of that glorious pine scenery OF
southern Berkshire, we entered
sort drive edged by thick laurels.
and were shortly at the gate OF the
Noodhelds OF the exterior of the
lcusc / saw nothing, for, as de-
fcended from the wagonette, / CHANGED
10 catch the eye OF the footman, who
Id a finger TO his lips; and an ex.
G. mation almost broke from my lips
Notwithstanding his disguise i rec
nized the man ln moment He
WIS the oxford youth" who had
gwen me a cigar in the park on the
iorning after the dance in Grosyenor
Crescent.
Abel" said I, that foOtman who
Grove us from the station must be one
Of the Scotland Yard lot; what's he
doing in this house?
Abel whistled, and by instinct.
suppose, put his hand upon his pistol
pocket