The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1912-11-08

friends In the club .yondsr. for Julius
Greatman. who arranged 10 indiscrest
. meeting IN his private noon. Good
nikht to YOU. $50 Ef'ia en- e50i ~
The csrstaksr ala not reply. but
opening the door. bowed US into the
passage that led to tho big room. We
had not taken half = dozen steps when
I Hooked back over my shoulder. ex-
bscting to see him behind NJ. But
he had vanished. o. 81 .saG 4gk
Hes gone" I whispered. gripping
my ecompapion BY tho arm. h
IT know, I know, Keep quiet"
A. We stood there listening. ! heard
the, sudden clatter Of boots upon .
stairway. and then silease. ,at.r y.
lit appears to- me- that We shall
have an interesting evening" said Adj
dington Peace. 10 ipgpag 8 3eIc
q "A twist In the passage. y turn
through door, and we were rafting
down the back stairs and out into q
moonlit yard. In the denser darkness
under the walls. made out a double
row Of big barrows. from which there
came a subtle aroma In which stale
fish. predominated. From amongst
them q tall shadow arose and came
slipping to our side.
Hes of, SIR, said the serjeant,
for It was he, Rushed by. shaking
his flst, and talking to himself like q
mailman. Where has he gone. do you
think?" 9s 1T
ITO Amaroff's studio: and we must
get there before him. The nearest cab.
rank, II you please. Jackson"
We ran through the yard. hustled up
the narrow streets. lost ourselves, as
far, as was concerned. In a maze of
alleys. and finally shot out into roar.
ing thoroughfare, crowded with a
strolling population. No cab was In
sight Opposite the lamps of the, I'M
foreground station the inspector
stopped US. ~ az,
1T would be quicker" he said. with
q jerk Of the head, and we turned into
tho booking Office and galloped down
the stairs. Luck was with US, and we
tumbled into carriage as the train
moved away. s. ,.,,-r
We were not alone. and we Jour-
neyed In silence. Station after sta
ton slipped BY, until at last we were
in the southwestern district again. My
increased as we fed up
the stairs Of the South Kensington sta
ton. Here was a new sensation, keen,
Sirile. natural; here was q race worth
the trouble It involved. did not I'M
derstand: but knew that on our speed
much depended. Indeed, I could have
shouted aloud. but for the influence OF
those two quiet, Unconditional figures
that trotted on either hand.
I regretted nothing-an hour OF this
was worth a year OF artistic contem-
plation.
At the corner we found q hanson.
md soon were rafting down the
Kings Road. When the cab stopped,
10 the inspectors order, 1t was not,
- I expected. at the corner of Harden
Place. but street preceding It Down
his We walked quickly until We came
upon seedy.looking fellow with red
nuffier about his neck. leaning against
Tho wall.
! was surprised when we halted In
'front.' Of him.
tfy"Good evening. Harrison" said the
Inspector. Anything to report!"
They're there. sir. They came
about ten minutes age. Job and Turn
sr are watching the door in Harden
Place, and came here"
"They didn't SEQ any of your"
NO. sir, I am, sure OF It,"
you had better Join the others In
Harden Place. Keep within hearing,
md II I whistle. kick in tho side door
81 the studio-itl Gamble donss~ There
q . man who. I fancy Will have q key
10 the door that ID due IN about fye
II have not whistled be-,
lore he arrives, let him through. You
andsrstandr' s.
.'Yes. sir"
The. detective faded discreetly into
The darkness. while the inspector
suhnG0 " tAl0.
There may DO complications, Mr..
Phillips. and no slight danger.
must ask you to 60 home"
II shall do nothing of the sort"
"Mutiny," he said; but I could SEQ
hat he was smiling. You are rather
! fraud, Mr. Phillips--rather a fraud,
vou know. There Us more OF fight.
Or than dilletanto In you. after all.
Come, then, ovcr, you 60"
A jump, a scramble, and all three
of us were over the wall. dropping
INTO ragged shrubbery Of laurel. We
CROPPED and stumbled our way through
he growth OF bushes until we emerged
On grass plot. Then understood.
We were at the back OF Amaron's
studio. On one side where we stood
was the clubhouse, its sloping roof
up to the long windows UNI
der the eaves-the upper lights. az
sculptors call them. And even as l
looked there came through these win
lows a flicker OF light, an eye that
winked In the darkness and was gone.
We crept softly forward until we
reached the shadow of the clubhouse.
Il was rooted with rough tiles, which
came to within seven feet of the
ground. Fortunately, they did not
project out from the wall OF the build.