The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-11-21

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 ''And the horse?'' She paused for full moment. Then she went on:
 ''The train does not run fast through the tunnel. I've been there dozens of times. I've seen guards do the thing. It's easy enough-to swing from car riage to carriage-along the foot plate to drop off the red tail light-to pull the slip-and yet the next train''- With her hands brought violently | together she let inference finish her sentence for her.
 Whom could one trust?'' demanded Sartoris suddenly.
 When I've work to do.'' she said, ''I only trust myself
 'tBut you couldn't he began.
 '<No. but you couId-easily-if you were the train" she said. eff you joined it farther north and none knew done so badly and you have the i pluck
 She was interrupted by the ringing of the bell which gave notice that the hydraulic door would close shortly. l "'Ah. the door." she exclaimed. Then in low but strong tone she went on:
 What's going to happen? Is The 1 Whip going to win. or will there be 1 an accident?"
 They left quickly. as they did not wish to run any risk of being locked in when there was work to do,'' as she had phrased it.
 i For full half minute Lambert star ed after them; then he leaned over the i jury box and shook his fist in the di- i rection of the retreating pair.
 NO; there won't. my pretty lady" he said aloud. the solitude and the company of the waxen images inclin- ing him to hear the sound of his own voice. ''There'll be no accident. Why? Because that clown ofaa train | CT Lambert will stop ft-because he'll l send his horse safe to the post first and he'll talk to you two after-tell l you what he heard-telI you to your face what you are"- l The second bell rang. and immedi- ateIy without waiting to allow any who might be in the chamber of horrors to get out, the unseen attendant on an- other floor pulled a lever, and the door closed with hard bang. Lambert was i locked within the chamber of horrors, , with no way of escape until Monday.
 s'Here, stop that! he roared as he got down from the jury box and tried to open the door, "I tell you there's some one instde-open the door at once 1 don't play the confounded fool. tell you it's most impoftant-lets me out! i But he could not bulge the door. 1 Then he put his hands to his mouth : and shouted:
 Help, help. heIpt''
 | All of the lights except a few near the ceiling were switched out adding to the terror of the trainers situation
 Don't do that-don't do that!'' he fairly hewled. Stop it-don't leave me here in the dark-I shall go mad | alone here in the dark with these i alone for day and a night and anoth- t! CT night till Monday, while
 Into his frenzied mind there came I thought of The Whip At the picture of his beloved and first member of the f Beverley string lying upon some rail road track dying. his terror increased as he cried:
 ''They are smashing my horse they'll smash The Whip-while I'm ] locked up here-they shan't-let me 1 out, I say-Iet me outr' l The manifold tortures of the situa- l ton were too much for the trainer and he sank down. sobbing and screa ming while even the lights in the ceiling l faded away.
 
 Mrs. Beamish was decidedly uneasy i as she sat in the morning room at l Fa1conhurst. on the evening following 1 the locking into the chamber of hor- TOTS of Tom Lambert Lord Beverley 1 had been furious when Lambert failed to appear. and Lady Di was even then at the station to see The Whip put safely into the horse box for the trip to 1 Newmarket.
 Once or twice she had been on the point of telling the marquis of Lam bert's plight. but she had decided to hold her tongue. She had recognized l the posing trainer almost the moment her eyes had fallen on the place in the jury box where Dr. Crippen should have been, and she had deliberately nla annad. to stsx SO late in the cham