The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1913-12-23

dial They May Conceived"
| ly exposed?" he asked. But, truly,
| l don't comprehend your question"
They have cabled Central Office"
Mr.. Flint explained, "a half-dozen
! times today for information. The aft
| ernoon's extras mention a reward
! twenty-five hundred dollars-being Of
fered in London for information of
Miss Carew. That would account for
| their sudden interest"
| By way of answer the young man
| handed him the cablegram from Foth-
er1ngill. Mr.. Flint glanced at it, then
| he sat up with a jerk and his eyes
narrowed to mere Sits. He pondered
| the text for some time while the two
young men watched him in silent Gu
riosity.
Well" he breathed at last, return
| ing the message, here is one more
! link in the chain-not a very definite
! one, but an additional small detail that
associates Miss Carew directly with
your house Of mystery"
Van Vechten stared in wonder at
the slip of paper. Tom abruptly ex-
! claimed: How the dickens do you
make that out?"
But Mr. Flint was not to be hurried.
While there may be nothing so
very mysterious about the house it.
SELF" he pursued evenly, nevertheless
| it is by way of promising us a very
pretty problem indeed. Does the name
'WithypooP signify anything in partlc-
ular to you?"
Nothing definite; it is familiar.
that is ALL"
whirlpool" repeated Mr.. Flint,
musingly. Il have had occasion to look
it up"
"You have!" shot from Van Vech-
ten in his surprise. What do you
know, Flint? Tell it,"
It's little village in Somerset
on the edge of Exmoor forest-per-
haps one of the prettiest regions in
rural England. Still does the name
convey nothing to your mind? Think"
Here Tom Phinney interjected:
Rudy thought it was confoundedly
familiar when he read the MESSAGE
While Van Vechten tried his best to
recall the associations which the name
all but evok-i, Mr. Flint sat shrewdly
contemplating him.
Il give it up" declared the young
man at length. Go on and tell it
why you jumped so when you read the
message. What's the answer"
Il said that it was pretty spot
the mans elaboration was provoking
IAN ideally desirable location for
home-regular old-fashioned English
country home, you know-gables.
chimney-pots, ivy, deer-park, hedges.
and all that sort of thing Fer in
stance
'Confound you, Flint. Out with it,"
Mr.. Temple Bonner's."
For a moment the two young men
sat staring speechlessly at the IN
moved detective. Then Van Vechten
smote the table with his fist.
BY George!" calculated he. vehe-
mently but not loudly. That's It!
The very thing that's been chasing
round in my SKULL" He proceeded
more calmly.
But, Flint, admitting that one of
the two ladies mentioned here is nv
cousin'-tapping the cablegram-"the
fact that you found her purse in
house which happens to belong to
Temple Bonner, and that also she has
been mysteriously sojourning near his
home in England, presents only a CO.
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS., perhaps, but i'm
material"
Maybe so: but do not lose sight
of the other lady-her companion. She
was Schuyler, l believe"
True"
DO you know that before Number
1913 came into Mr.. Bonner's posses
sion 1t belonged to Compton SCHUYLER,
Mrs. Devereaux's father?"
The expression that now fitted
across Van Vechten's face was one of
bewllderment. He had no comment to
make.
Furthermore" continued Mr.. Flint,
instead of the present owner being