The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1913-06-27

you SOllIS " w.
Discover a suitable place from
which / can keep an eye on the sum-
mer house. Goodnight to you"
When | reached my room, took on
my coat, placed chair some six feet
hack from the open window, SO that
the rising moon should not show my
face to any watchers in the laurels.
and so waited events.
It was a soft summer night, such as
only temperate England knows. There
was not a breath of wind; perfume
of flowers crept In from the garden;
every leaf stood black and still in the
silyery light l heard the clock chime
three-quarters of an hour in some
room beneath me. The last stroke had
barely shivered into silence when l
saw Coran appear upon the lawn.
walking towards the summer house,
the outlines of which l could distin-
guish amongst the heavier shadows or
the trees by which it was surrounded.
remembered my orders, and crept
softly to the door. which l had left
ajar. The minutes slipped by without
a sound, and presently began to won
der why Coran had not returned. His
room was not far from mine. l must
have heard his foot upon the stairs.
He had disobeyed his orders, that was
evident However, 1t was not my al
fair, and l crept back to my point OF
observation.
Twelve! | heard the clock tap out
the news from the room below. l was
nodding in my chair, barely awake.
After all, it was a trivial matter, this
trumpery blackmail Half an hour
more, thought l, pulling out my watch,
and l will get to bed.
The affair was becoming extremely
monotonous. l dared not light Gig
arctic, for l felt certain that Peace
would notice the glow from outside,
and that | should hear Of 1t In the
morning. Ten minutes, quarter or
an hour-what was that moving under
the trees by the edge Of the drive! IL
was man-two men. | crouched for
ward with every nerve in me suddenly
awakened.
They were a good thirty yards
apart, the one following the other with
stealthy strides-not the sort OF walk
with which honest men go about hon
est business.
When the leader came to the path
which led towards the summer house
he turned down it, leaving the drive to
his right. He avoided the gravel,
keeping to the silent turf which
fringed it. His companion followed
him step by step.
1t was a curious spectacle, these
slow-moving shadows that drifted for
ward through the night, now almost
obscured beneath the branches, now
showing in black silhouette against a
patch of moonlight.
AS the first man melted amongst
the trees about the summer house, the
other moved forward swiftly for a
score of steps and then halted for a
moment, crouching behind clump OF
laurel Suddenly he sprang up again
and ran straight forward, cutting a
corner across the lower edge of the
lawn.
There was no shouting, but 1 could
hear the faint tramping of scuffle
and the thud of falling bodies. Then
all was still again.
Peace had told me to remain in the
house. But Peace had never expected
two men; l was sure of that. l crept
down the stairs, out through the
French windows of the drawing room,
and so across the lawn to the trees
about the summer house.
AS | passed through them / saw a
little group standing in whispered con-
yersation. They turned sharply upon
me. One was stranger, but his COM
panfons were Peace and. to my vast
surprise, old Coran himself
We'll, Mr.. Phillips" said the detec-
tive, "and what do you want?''
81 thought" l began.
"Oh, you've been thinking, too, have
you," he snapped. Here is a young
man who was thinking he would like
to look at this extremely commonplace
summer house; here is Mr.. Coran who
was thinking he might help me by
lurking about his garden instead OF
going to bed; and here are you with
heaven knows what ideas in your
head. Perhaps you and Mr.. Coran will
do what you are told another time"
Il saw two men," l explained hum
bly,. Il was afraid they might get the
better of you. How was I to know
that it was Mr.. Coran who had DISC
beyed orders?"
You are both pleased to be humor.
ous," said our host, and l could See he
was trembling with rage. But the
fact remains that / caught this young
man entering the summer house for
a purpose we can well imagine. In.
spector Addington Peace, charge
this person, Thomas Appleton. with
blackmail."
Can you explain your presence
Mr.. Appleton" asked the detective
kindly.
He did not look criminal, for he
stood very straight and square, re
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