The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-11-19
CHAPTER x.
The New Dr. crippen,

The New pr. CriPpen.
 |1HE WHIPS trainer. Tom Lam
 bert, had gone to Mime. Tus-
 saud's primarily out of vanity.
 J He had had the chance to act as guide to party of the upper serv- ants of Falconhurst. and as he had wis tied the place seven years before he thought this would be a fine opportun- fty to show off.
 But unfortunately many changes had taken place in the arran angements4 and character of the wax figures, and so the party had voted Lambert not-only a poor. but badly informed guide. And his vanity had been hurt.
 Then, to cap the climax, the little boy of married member of the party had whined constantly that he wanted to see pr. Crippen in the group of mur- derers set in the chamber of horrors dn a jury box. Lambert had led the way finally to the murderer's group and reading his catalogue. had found that No. was Dr. Crippen. But when he pointed to No. 9 he found that mere ly the number was there. He did not | know that Dr. Cfippen had been re- moved to be fixed up bit by the re- pa1rer. It was Saturday night, and .Dr. Crippen could be spared until Monday, when he would have a f1rmer pair of legs.
 So, in the end. the party left the dis graced Lambert alone in the chamber of horrors. He was just about to leave when Myrtle Anson came in. She had known that the FaIconhurst party of servants had gone there.
 'sWhy, Myrtle, my lass!' he exclaim- ed kindly.
 The girl plunged at once into her er- rand with him.
 'I want to tell you something alone-and I want you to promise me that whatever I tell you you won't tell any ever-that told you.''
 "Of course I will, my lass,'' he said. Whats wrong?''
 Its about The Whip Some one wants to stop her winning she said, realizing that her task would be very difficult if she were going to succeed in telling just what she wanted to without telling all Lots do, but they won't,'' answered the confident trainer. not taking Der at all seriously. Shell just rornp tn.''
 sBut this is one who means to stop | her. by fair means or fou1,'' she went on. He tried to get Harry to pull her''s
 And Harry knocked him down, l hope snorted the trainer.
 He couldn't do that-but-but-he refused-you know he wouId-and-he wasn't going to speak-for-for my sake-but I couldn't rest" The girl was becoming confused in her effort to tell but part of the truth, the part | that would serve merely as warning ofr hat ho +6n might try to injure The Whip-some way to prevent her running "Who Is heT' sternly asked the aroused horseman. q don't want to tell you that,'' she said. Don't ask me. I only came tc warn you to watch the horse so thai l they mayn't have a chance to injure l her.
 How rza I when I don't know where the dangers coming from ? continued Lambert, the drops appear ing on his forehead as he tried to pene trate behind her words. Look here Myrtle. my lass. You've told me s( much you've got to tell me the rest Come, now. I've got to know the mans name who wants to nobble The Whip
 ''No, no!''
 ''But I say, yes. It's your duty tc them as has reared you and looked tc l you all your life. Out with it-what's his name ?"
 Under his compelling earnestness the girls head dropped. Then she raised it bravely and. looking him square ir the eye, said:
 Its Captain Sartoris.'' "sHis Iordship's cousin-you'-e dream ing" he said in amazement.