The Washington times., 1912-08-18
CHAPTER v (Continued) .

mouth, and they would want
to know all about the matter. Was
It possible that they would connect
him with the deaths of Josephs and the
Hindu? He wanted to think, but II
seemed somehow no easy thing to think
seriously.
To begin with, one policeman, at any
rate, knew that there was a mystery
lying around Josephs. the brass-bound
box and himself. The police would fnd
the box gone. Naturally they would
think that he, Lindsay, had murdered
find Lal Dass murdered.
Would they connect tho two things
II they did, Lindsay saw some slight
chance for himself. But II they put
down the murder OF the Hindu to some
other person unknown, and concentrated
their attention on finding the man who
had declared his intention of securing
the brass bound box from Josephs'
keeping-what then7
The mere notion was appalling The
sweat broke out on Lindsay's forehead,
and he glanced over his shoulder to see
rest him.
There was but one thing to be dome
ne must go right away until the thing
blew over, or was less noised abroad.
And he must 60 by road, he dare not
risk showing himself at the railway sta
ton.
pretty
well; he would go off into Dartmoor and
hide himself there for a day or two. and
gradually work his way across country
to London or Bristol; ne was not yet
the northeast and plodded steadily on
ward through the dark night. Now and
then his fingers sought the bag in
which he had carried away the dia-
Occa asionally he paused to listen.
fancying that he heard footsteps hurry
ing after him. Bit by bit the town and
IT'S outworks dropped away behind him.
night wind blew cheerfully against his
cheek and refreshed him, and his mind,
until then clouded over by gloomy
thoughts, began to take a brighter view
Lindsay went forward along the high
road. while the warm night almost I'M
perceptibly faded into the first faint
fiush or an early summer morning. He
bent, but as the first shaft Of light came
stealing over the tops Of the great Tors,
ne looked up and saw that daylight was
coming back to the world.
Tor Grove and Widey Court and
knackers Knowle lay behind him, and
as the light increased he saw in front of
MIN the wayside inn which stands at
Foliott and Plym Bridge. 1t was still
much too early for anybody to be stir
ring at the inn. but Lindsay dare not
pass II. lest he should by any chance
be seen and wondered at.
He turned away to the right, follow
Ing the groves and coppices down to
Bickleigh Vale. 1t was bright morning
by the time he had hidden himself in
him the birds were breaking into a
chorus Of wild. unrestrained song
He sat down on a fallen tree and
thought his position over. Suddenly he
into the wood. His sharp eyes had
caught sight OF some recently felled
timber with fresh clippings about 1t,
and he concluded that ere long wood
cutters would appear on the scene and
begin their days toll. He had no mind
to be discovered there, and so hurried
away.
Presently Lindsay came to the rail-
way line. which runs from Marsh Mills
through Bickleigh Vale toward YeIver-
ton. He stood against the railings and
looked across at the great Saugh Wood.
and 1t struck him that the thickness
OF the trees there would afford him
better protection. So he crossed the
and plunged into the depths of the
wood.
The morning dew was lying heavily
on everything, and ere long he was
drenChed and sodden with it. He
turned to the left. and was soon in
the midst of trees that almost touched
each other The air grew hot. sitting:
Lindsay's brow streamed with sweat,
and he began to pant with the exertion
OF toiling forward through that desert
OF green to which no breath Of wind
seemed to penetrate.
Something seemed to drive him for
ward through the wood without rest or
stoppage. He would gladly have sat
down and rested his limbs, which were
now beginning to feel fatigued after
ira w a
thought Of doing so feeling Of fear
urged him onward.
Now and then he fancied that he
heard voices: then the cracking Of a
twig caused his heart TO bound with a
wild fear that pursuers were on his
track. His eyes naturally turned right
and left, seeking Tor sight OF danger.
and he himself began to feel like a
hunted thing. though he told himself
over and over again that the fear was
all imagination and not real. But still
he went onward.
He suddenly paused on finding him
self on the edge Of the wood and hear
ing voices outside. Advancing cautious
ly, he loked out from the last fringe
of trees and saw that he was near Bick-
leigh Bridge and that the voices were
those Of some country folk going to
their work.
sounded from somewhere ahead. He
counted six Of them. and remembered
that It was twelve hours since he had
tasted food. He was getting faint
and hungry. and his appetite sharp
ened with every moment.
When the country folk had gone by,
Lindsay emerged from the wood. and.
having crossed the high road, set of
toward the Tors. Once he turned aside
into Saugh Prior, and bought bread and
cheese at the little shop, and took a big
draught OF ale at the inn. He knew
that they regarded him with surprise at
both places, but he was too thirsty and
hungry to mind that. He ate and
drank, and then purchased more food
and bottle of ale. and carried this
supply away with him.
All that morning Lindsay toiled on
up Saugh Moor, over the shoulder OF
Great Trowlesworthy Tor to Shaver
| come Head, and thence across Long
| combe and Erme toward Green Hill
The sun was binding hot, but he pass
| ed on.
Once or twice he paused to take q
drink from his bottle-the ale was warn
and insipid, but without It he would
have been dead beat, he said to himself
At noon he came upon a half-ruine,l
hut. standing in the middle of a patch
| OF desolate moorlands on the north Ot
| Green Hill He entered II and looked
| about him. 1t was cool and shady, and
there was sufficient bra acken and fllrZC