The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1912-09-12

good reasons to suspect that there has
been a substitution Of dodgers"
But for what possible end?"
"Ah! there lies our problem. There
Is n rather obvious line Of investi-
CATION" He took down the great
book in which, day by day, he filed
the agony columns OF the various Lon
don journals. Dear mel" said he,
turning over the pages, what a cho-
rus Of groans, cries and bleatings!
What a rag-bag Of singular happen
ings! But surely the most valuable
hunting-ground that ever was given to
a student Of the unusual! This per-
son Is alone, and cannot be ap-
preached by letter without a breach
Of that absolute secrecy which ia de-
sired. How is any news or any mes
sage to reach him from without?
Obviously by advertisement through
a newspaper. There seems no other
way, and fortunately we need on
Germ ourselves with the one paper
only. Here are the Daily Gazette ex-
tracts Of the last fortnight. Lady
with a black boa at Princes Skating
club'-that We may pass. Surely
Jimmy will not break his mothers
heart'-that appears to be irrelevant.
If the lady who tainted In the Brix-
ton bus'-she does not interest me.
Every day my heart longs Bleat,
Watson-unmitigated bleat! All! this
Is a little more possible. Listen to
this: BE patient. Will find some
sure means Of communication. Mean
while, this column.-G.' That Is two
days after Mrs. Warren's ledger ar
rived. 1t sounds plausible, does 1t
not? The mysterious one could I'M
derstand English, even II he could not
print 1t. Let US see II we can pick up
the trace again. Yes, here we are
three days later. Am making sue
cessful arrangements. Patience and
prudence. The clouds will pass.-G.'
Nothing for a week after that. Then
comes something much more definite:
The path Is clearing. II / find chance
signal message remember code agreed
A, two B, and 80 on. You will
hear soon.-G.' That was in yester-
days paper, and there ia nothing in
today's. It's all very appropriate to
Mrs. Warren's lodger. II we wait a
little, Watson, l don't doubt that the
affair will grow more ineligible"
So 1t proved; for in the morning !
found my friend standing on the
hearthrug with his back to the fire.
and a smile OF complete satisfaction
upon his face.
"How's this. Watson?" he cried,
picking up the paper from the table.
High red house with white stone
facings. Third floor. Second window
left. After dusk.-G.' That is def
mite enough. l think after breakfast
we must make a little reconnaissance
Of Mrs. Warren's neighborhood. All,
Mrs. Warren! what news do you bring
US this morning?"
Our client had suddenly burst into
the room with an explosive energy
which told Of some new and momen-
tous development.
TITS a police matter, Mr.. Holmes!"
she cried. I'll have no more Of It!
He shall pack out Of that with his
baggage. I would have gone straight
up and told him so. only l thought 1t
was but fair to you to take your opin,
ion first. But I'm at the end Of my
patience, and when 1t m to knock
ing my old man about"
Knocking Mr.. Warren about?"
"Using him roughly. anyway"
"But who used him roughly?"
"Ah! that's what we want to know!
1t was this morning. sir. Mr.. Warren
IL a time-keeper at Morton & Way
lights, in Tottenham Court road. He
has to be out Of the house before