The Detroit times., 1913-03-20
A NOVELTY IN MYSTERY STORIES
n HIEE SE 4G,R@E 70 Of
By
SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS
AUTHOR OF AVERAGE JONES ETC
Copyright 1917 The BObbs Merrill

1 IL was over soon The blaCk-clau
/ group drifted away, one member
Z paused 20 glance with curiosity at the
! roughly clad angler making his way
! mp stream For Kent judged IL wise
/ 10 absent himself now, foreseeing the
advent OF one keener.eyed than tn
monrners, whose scrutiny he did not
desire 10 tempt shortly Gansett Jim
came 10 the grave. Hastily and care
| lessly he pitched in the earth. tramped
II down. and returned. Carriages roll.
ed 20 the door of Hedgerow House
and rolled away again, carrying the
! mourners TO their train. NOT until
then did Kent snug up his tackle and
take the road
No sooner had he reached the hoto
! and changed into dry clothes. than he
made haste 10 the Nook. and thus ad-
| dressed Sedgwick Now I'm your
man for that tennis match.
Kent, don't like your looks, oh
served his friend. remarking the
scientists troubled eyes
Don't you? Where are the imple-
ments Of warfare"
Here they are" said the other.
producing rackets and balls. You
look 20 me done up"
Well, the great game is always
something OF gamble, and being
usually played for higher stakes than
money is likely TO get on ones
nerves"
The great game repeated Sedg-
wick inquiringly. giving the words
kent's own emphasis.
Yes. The greatest OF all games.
You know the Kipling verse. don't
YOU?
Go stalk the red deer Ger the
heather.
Ride, Follow the fox II you can
But for pleasure and profit together
Afford me the hunting of Man.
so. we're man-hunting, then, to-
night" said the artist quickly.
Far from it, replied Kent. with
fervency. Let's drop the subject for
the time being. won't you? I've had
a morning none too pleasant 10 look
back on, and I've got an evening COM
ing none TOO pleasant to look forward
to. Therefore, | shall probably give
you the licking OF your life Cd the
tennis-court'
AS 10 the evening" began Sedg-
wick, while I'm"
Frank" cried Kent. there's a
query trying to dislodge itself from
your mind and get put into words.
Don't let IT."
Why"
Because at one single question
from you III either bat you over the
head with this racket or burst into
sobs. It's toss-up which He threw
the implement in the air. Rough or
smooth" he called.
Kent played as he worked, with con-
centraton and tenacity. backing up
technical skill Against his logged
attack, Sedgwick's Enthusiastically
more brilliant game was unavailing.
though the contest was not so I'M
even but that both were sweating
hard as. at the conclusion OF the third
set. they sought breathing space on
the terraced bank back OF the court.
That's certainly good nerve soda
tive" said the artist breathing hard;
and not such rotten tennis for two
aged relics OF better days. like our
selves"
Not so bad by any means" agreed
his opponent cheerfully IF you had
stuck 10 lobbing, think you'd have
had me, in the second set. Wonder
how our spectator enjoyed IT," he
added. lowering his voice.
What spectator? There's no one
here, but ourselves.
"Oh. I think there is. Don't be alb
rupt about il: but just take a look at
that lilac copse on the crest OF the
hill"
Cant see any one there" SAID
Sedgwick.
NO more can T.
Then what makes you think there's
any one.
THE traditional little bird told me.
Meaning, specifically
Literally what | say. There's the |
bird on that young willow. You can
see for yourself it's trying to imparr
some information"
II see a grasshopper-sparrow In a |
state OF some nervousness. But grass |
nopper-sparrows are always fdgety."
This particular one has reason TO |
be She has a nest in that lilac patch. |
A few minutes ago she went toward |
il with worm In her beak: hastily
dropped the worm. and came out In q
great state OF mind. Hence I Judge
there is some intruder near her
home"