The evening world., 1914-07-27
A Complete Novel Each Week
in THE EVENING WORLD
BY E. w. HOrnung


100000 lsc,s,.IsS.: ..tcooo:S0st
telephone call. thought 1t We be-
tween I. and 5. but remembered the
conversation very we'll.
The gentleman had asked whether
Mr.. Craven was at home. had been
told that he was out motoring. asked
when he would be back. told he
couldn't say but before dinner some
time, and what name should he give.
whereupon the gentleman had rung
on without answering. The footman
thought he was a gentleman from
the way he spoke. But apparently
the police had not yet succeeded In
tracing the call.
rs II q difficuit thing 70 do7" asked
Caxaiet. touching on this last point
early IN the discussion. which even
he showed no wish to avoid this
morning. He had dropped his paper
to find that Toye had already dropped
his, and was gazing Mt the flying
Enslish nelds with thoughtful puck
ers about his sombre eyes.
III you ask me-" he replied. II
should like to know what wasn't dim
cult connected with tho telephone
system In this country! why. you
don't have n system, and that's all
there IL to II. but It's not at that
end they'll put the salt on their
man"
(which end will II be. then?"
THE river end. That hat. ~ cap
DO you see what the gardener says
about the man who ran out bare
headed? That gardener deserves 20
be cashiered for not getting a move
on him, In time to catch that nan,
even II he did think he'd only been
swiplng flowers. Hut IL he went and
left his hat or his cap behind him.
that should be good enough In tho
long run. It's the very worst thing
you can leave. Ever hear OF Franz
Muller?"
Cazalet had not heard OF that i'm
mortal notorlety. nor did his ignor.
ance appear to trouble him at all. bu,
1t was becoming more and more clear
that Hilton Toye took an ain ost un.
healthy interest In tho theory and
practice OF violent crime.
Franz Miller" he continued. lief,
his hat behind him. only that and
nothing more. but II brought him e
.. the gailows even though he got ovel
to the other side first. He made the
mistake Of taking q slow steamer. ant
that's jtist about tho one mistake the,
meyer did mako at Scotland Yard
Give them a nice. long. plain-sailinl
. tern-chase. and they get there b,
bedtir or no wireless!"
But Cazalet was In no mind to dis
!, cuss other crimes, old or now: and h,
. closed tho digresion by asserting some
what roundiy that neither hat nor cal
had been left behind In the only cas-
|, that interested him.
/, Don't he too sure" said Toye
Even Scotland Yard doesn't shov
. all It's hand at once. In tho first In
|. qliry that comes along. They dom
give out any description Of tho mar
|, that ran away, but you ct It's be
|, ing circulated around every police
y once In the United Kingdom"
|. Cnzalet said they would give II GU
fast enough II they had It to give
by tho way. he was surprised to SCI
that the head gardener was the SAINT
who had been at Uplands in his faith
sr's time: he must be GsttiAs an oil
, man, and no doubt shal;ier on points
OF detail than he would be likely e
admit.
Caxalet !nstanced the alleged hear
Ing OF the gong as In itself An un
convincing statement. 1t was wei
over a hundred yards from the gate
20 tho house. and there were no win
dows to open in the hall whers thu
gong would be runs.
He sighed heavily as In his turl
ne looked out at the luxuriant littl'
paddocks and tho old tiled homo
steads after every two or three
But ne was not thinking OF thu
weather board and corrugated iroi
strewn so sparsely over the yellow
wilds that he had left behind him.
, Tho old English panorama new b!
, for granted, as he had taken II be
, fore ever no went out to Australia
, 1t was as though he had never beef
. out at all.
"I've dreamed Of the old spot s.
|, often" no said a. length. I'm no
, thinking Of tho night before last
, mer In the husband now TO thinl
OF thing like this happening. there
In the old governors den. Of al
/, places!"
"s MT like i kind Of poetic Jus
tice." said Hilton Toye.
= 1T does. II Isl" cried Cazale'
/; fetching moist yet nery eyes In iron
A ths fields. Il said to you the othe
q night &. -Ienry Craven never wa
. a white man. and ] won't unsay
now. Nobody may ever know wha
he's done to bring this upon him
!, But those who real knew the mar