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

seven. Well, this morning he had not
gone ten PAGES down the road when
two men came up behind him, threw
Q coat over his head. and bundled him
into q cab that was beside the curb
They drove him an hour, and then
opened the door and shot him out. He
lay In the roadway 90 shaken in his
wits that he never saw what became
Of the cab. When he picked himself
up he found he was on Hampstead
heath: so he took q bus home. and
there he lies now on the sofa, while
I came straight round to tell you what
had happened"
Most interesting" said Holmes.
did he observe the appearance Of
these men-did he hear them talk?"
mo; he is clean dazed. He Just
knows that he val lifted up as II by
magic. Two at least were in 1t. and
maybe three"
And you connect this attack with
your lodger?"
"Well, we've lived here fifteen years
and no such happenings ever came
before. I've had enough Of him.
Moneys not everything. I'll have
him out OF my house before tho day
is done"
wait a bit, Mrs. Warren. Do moth
ing rash. l begin to think that this
affair may be very much more impor-
tant than appeared at first sight. 1t Is
clear now that some danger Is threat
ening you ledger. 1t ia equally clear
that his enemies, lying in wait for
him near your door, mistook your hus-
band for him in the foggy morning
light. On discovering their mistake
they released him. What they would
have done had 1t not been a mistake,
we can only conjecture"
We'll. what am l to do. MI.
Holiness"
Il have a great fancy to SEQ this
ledger Of yours, Mrs. Warren"
81 don't see how that Is to be man.
aged, unless you break in the door.
I always hear him unlock It as I 60
down the stair after / leave the tray"
HE has to take the tray in. Surely
we could conceal ourselves and see
him do It,"
The landlady thought for a moment.
We'll, sir, there's the bedroom op-
posite. / could arrange a looking
glass, maybe, and II you were behind
the door"
Excellent" said Holmes. when
does he lunch?"
About one, SIR"
Then DIR. Watson and I will come
round in time. For the present. Mrs.
Warren. goodby."
At half-past twelve we found our
selves upon the steps Of Mrs. War
ren's house-a high, thin, yellow
brick edifce in Great Orme street.
a narrow thoroughfare at the north
east side Of the British museum.
Standing as 1t does near the corner
OF the street, 1t commands a view
down Howe street, with its more pre-
tentious houses. Holmes pointed
with q chuckle TO one of these, a row
OF residential fats. which projected
80 that they could not fail to catch the
eye.
See, Watson!" said he. "'High
house with stone facings.' There ia
the signal station all right. We know
the place, and we know the code; SO
surely our task should be simple.
There's a To Let card in that won
dow. 1t Is evidently an empty fiat
to which the confederate has access.
Well. Mrs. Warren, what now?"
Il have 1t all ready for you. II you
will both come up and leave your
boots below. on the landing, III put
you there now"
1t was an excellent hiding-place
which she had arranged. The mirror
was so placed that, seated in the dark.
we could very plainly see the door OPP
posite. We had hardly settled down
in it, and Mrs. Warren left us, when
a distant tinkle announced that our
mysterious neighbor had rung. Pres
emily the landlady appeared with the
tray. laid 1t down upon a chair beside