The Washington times., 1912-10-18
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY.
THE CRICKET OF LEEDS
BY J. AUBREY TYSON
Copyright. The Frank A. Munsey Co,
BY J. AUBREY TYSON

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uncle, but they had some sort OF a
quarrel, and she left his house. When
last heard of her, she was living In the
neighborhood OF Hanover Square. i was
then called to attend her professionally.
She was In very feeble health, and al
though she never summoned me after
ward several times had II In my mind
to visit her. But never did 30"
How long is It since you saw herr"
l. About year and half"
Can you give me her address2"
DR.. Borden took his notebook from
one OF the drawers of his desk, and on
q slip of paper he wrote the young
woman's name and address. This done.
A few minutes later the detective left
the physicians office. Haillng pass
ing cabmaD, he directed the man to
drive him to the address which DR.. Bor-
den had given him. A. the house, he
changed her lodgings several months
before. He succeeded In obtaining the
address to which she had moved but,
upon going there, he learned that she
had remained only a few weeks. Three
other lodging houses were visited In
turns at the last of these an elderly
woman who opened the door informed
Kirkwood that Mary Rylance was in
the house.
persons who were not to be numbered
among the favorites Of fortune. But
I[irkwood's heart heat rapidly as the
landlady gave an affirmative answer to
his question. for the house was in
uunsiet poadHtbe thoroI,pbfare in
which ,bo rnysferious CricLet had No
often been Scent
Yes sir. Miss Mary Rylance lives
here" repeated the landlady. sharply
vor Cant IN senJ haro"
Il should like to see her. II she is
disengaged," answered the detective.
The Woman besitated'
'.Shc is not in n condition to see
s,ranyers To- Won are n friend Of hers,
Won must know that she is very III i"
80 aJ5 nnt Lnon, ~ II 10 notbinr
seriona hono?''
TIL, woman's gaze wandered past him,
and her eyes grew moist.
Alas! SIR the time Tor nope Is pass
poor thing-poor thing she murmureo;
you mean sne is-s uS'hs '"o
uetsStNt ialtereu .tr ,. 4, s.o,,o
FAST
During the pause that followed, Kirk
wood looked IN the street. II was now
n few minutes after s; a drizzling
rain was beginning to fall, and the
night was dark.
"Is her brother with herr" asked
Kirkwood. at last.
The old woman looked keenly at him.
mo, he is not here, she answered.
and there was new hardness In her
voice.
He lodges here. does he hotF
The woman hesitated. o.,.
He occupies room mere, son'e.lin l',
to be with ms sister; sne ansmy ~.
lowering her 'oi'e' pu' "' 10 NV
now. ,,.
10 you ekp..t -, mn, hau 70 exnec, him
we nfver kmUm ,n. ~ cpmipg ar
ne mas no esu ,o,,, h ~her Won can fIna
gong, W" h"o"
o,,o '''
NJ s,r ncver know where he IL
,otna who, he goes out"
eSirk wood drew out his card case, and
from il extracted a card that bore his
name IN th,s he wrote:
..,,, l., =,
II Lieutenant hylanGe ia IN, :" IA
Ola eoinraae ,,h t., ra h,,n iemtepant
comrades iaith IN nun; Eieu'ena ,i,
Rylance VIII see MN wnen lie Calls
mere al w. tofhor'o" n'o'"e
He slIpped the card into one OF the
small envelopes which. for obvious rea-
sons. he always carried with him; then.
sealing the envelope. he handed It to
the landlady. directing her to give It to
reliance as soon as he returned.
leaving the house which, he was now
assured, harbored the fugitive whom
the Leeds police had sought in vain,
kirkwood hailed cab and directed the
cabman to drive him to police head
quarters.
ar poverty didn't have the old chap
in its grip his sister would never be
living in such dlggings as these" he
muttered. His face grew tense and pale
and heads of PRESENTATION began 10
gather on his brow. ''The thing looks
darker every hour. Can 1t be possible
that Daye Rylance-Dave RyIance nj
ali nnnbas lost his neryc al laa -
lie aiighted in front of pollce head.
,nar,ors and d,smiss,ne tho cahman