The Washington times., 1912-11-01
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY.
THE CRICKET OF LEEDS
BY J. AUBREY TYSON
Copyright. The Frank A. Munsey Coz
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J. AUBREY TYSON

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You think ] am a crankT
nothing about you. and you have not
deemed II advisable to even intrust mo
with your name"
ITS Croll"
We'll, Mr.. Croll. I have a telephone
here, and, with your permission, 1 will
call up the police and ask them to send
q constable here to conduct you to the
next train or wherever else you please
to 20 In Winchester. IT."
Perrpiration was gathe rins. in large
drops on the visitors forehead.
No. no-don't do that" he exclaimed.
wait, and I'll tell you more"
With sigh of resignation, Kirkwood
again seated himself, 49,, ..,,
on, speaking with new sharpness. II
am an Engllshman. but for more than
! quarter Of a century have lived abroad
lin the States"
Il have been a rd-working man all
my life," the other continued. "and as a
reward for my labors and economy
am fairly well off. / have always been
In conflict with the law. My entire REQ
ord is as clean as O new coin"
You are to be congratulated, said
kirkwood. perfunctorily, for his visitor
Ina lSgll paused and looked at him question:
There are not many men who can
say us much. eh? Well, despite that
record. | have made enemies. These
and whom was oblidged to press for
payment-to press In perfectly legal
way. You understand me?"
, "Oh. yes" kirkwood answered dryly.
among. these men was "a French
man named Paret. He owed me money
"a, large sum- Despite his poverty he
married a young .and very handsome
woman. Several months later he camo
4. talA ma hn n a v
-out West somewhere. I told him he
must pay me what he owed me or
would foreclose a mortgage on his
house. He said he would kill me In cold
blood II, on his return, hes found that 1
had foreclosed. That day. he went
away. His wife has not heard from
him since"
Kirkwood, crossing his legs, leaned
behind his head. The eyes that wan
dered from time to time to the face OF
his visitor seemed to have lost some OF
their wonted expression Of indinerence,
''The wife still occupies the house In
which her husband left herr" the for
mer detective asked.
mo" said the other sharply. ~ let
her stay there as long as ,opsvar cesla; oss so
at last I had to foreclose."
"She is still in the town.
"No. She left about a fortnight ago..
was she alone? She had no children
croiTs face darkened and there was
q puzzled look in the eyes he turned on
!What the devil have children to do
wa.s was married NJ only a few months before
! her husband deserted her. she gave
birth to a child seven or eight montns
after her husband disappeared. " Sieu,
But IL wasn't with the woman we nave
to do It's with the man"
THE man came back!
"Yes-nine days ago.
croii paused and wiped the perspira-
ton from his forehead.
you were in the town at the time OF
his arrival?"
Yes"
He saw your"
"If he had should not be here.
Kirkwood's forehead began to con-
tract. his eyes narrowed; narrow, oIw ana fnrxa ,s ard ri
|, he uncrossed his legs and his nngers
began to tap nervously at ono OF the
arms Of his chair.
"Before going toto the West. he had
threatened you. you say?"
Yes"
"Can you recall his words?"
CroiI darted a quick. furtive, haunted
look at his auestioner, then once more
he proceeded to mop his face.
Recall his wordsY" he repeated.
"Yes-oh. yes I recall them perfectly.
He said: If. by any act Of yours, harm
comes to my wife while am away. I
will seek redress in no Canadian court
will invoke a punishment more sure
and swift than any that is meted out by
Judge or jury. Earth has no spot so
! remote from men that 1t Will hide you
1 when I seek you
| The visitor had spoken in quavering
voice. and as he finished his chin had
sunk to his breast
Klrkwood rose. The tobacco in his
pipe had ceased to burn. but he was
putting at 1t vigorously. His face was
white now and his eyes cleaned bright
| ly under his frowning brow.
For several moments the former de-
tective strode nervously to and fro In
the little reception room. At length he
halted in front OF a small writing desk.
Opening a drawer of this, he took out
a photograph. Then he turned again
to his visitor. who still sat gazing at
the floor. .-.r'
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