Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-01-13

their movements had thrown the slisht-
est light upon the mystery.
The boy Is dead" said Lord Arthur'
after pause.
mo, my lord, beg OF you not to thinK
that, I do hope you haven't allowed het
ladyship to think that" 40,
"Of course not Her ladyship stu
thinks the boy ran away. But she must
know the truth soon."
mot yet, my lord, beg Of you-not
till we have anything definite, so to speak.
And 1t stands to reason that the boy Is
not dead, my lord. There'li be a letter
soon-asking for money. You marx my
word"
There will be no letter, my friend. Ths
boy has been murdered by Dick Meriet
Never left his rooms in town. my ioro
all those two days. We've found that
out"
'Pshaw, a man like my cousin doesn't
do his work himself. He pays people 10
do It,"
'He has no money. my lord-brohe' he
is and no mistake"
HE pays my results. Well, he'n nnd
I'm more difficult to get rid of. But I'm
going to give him chance, 80 that we
can put the rope around his neck.
"You be careful, my lord.
"Ah, you admit the truth OF what say
then? This Is hanging matter"
mot yet, my lord. 1 hope no ono has
done or said anything to put them on
their guard"
mol can promise you that But II
had my way ia arrest the two OF tnem.
The inspector smiled. yes, OF course
my lord-I know one feels like that. But
I've given out that we have n clue. foul
| ga that In the paper tomorrow. It's some
thing that'll put 'em Off their guard
"oh, they're clever enough. They know
they're being shadowed."
Tho inspector looked at his watch.
"I must be going. my lord,' he said
'T'u see that the bills are out in a day OF
two. 1 hope her ladyship is bearing VI
| pretty we'll"
"Oh, she's plucky enough; and we de
our best to make her think this is just {
schoolboy's escapade."
"That's right, my lord. We must keel
everything under the surface, as II were
for while Now, about this Mrs
Travers?"
Were keeping an eye on her. my Iora
It's generally a woman that gives th'
game away OF course. now she knows
Vertigan and Mr.. Meriet are suspected
she may tell them"
''I don't think So She was in the game
but I'm sure she is out Of 1t now. o
course. she knows all about that othe
attempt at st. Pancras7"
Eyes, my lord, II only we had SOM
proof Of that Well. must be going"
but II you had proof OF that" sat
Lord Arthur, would you arrest tn
men7"
mot yet, my lord. not yet rOu see
nothing was dons-no ofrense IN the eye
OF the law. We must go steady-Ver
steady. My lord. II We want TO get thos
men into our net"
Tho door opened suddenly and Lad
wimbsrley burst into the room, with
letter in her hand. Her face was whit
and there WAS look OF CHASTITY teTro
in her eyes. She came forward a FEY
PAGES and then caught at the back OF
chair to support herself.
"Annel" exclaimed Lord Arthur. IN
dear Anne, what has happenedl"
Guy" she moaned. MY poor boy
they have written-ths men who hay
taken him-they have Written-this lie
4 ter"
Lord Arthur caught Lady Wimberlt
by the arm as she stumbled forward ar
, seemed about to fall to the ground.
Here. you must pull yourself L
gether," he said. This Is good news
, not bad. A letter. Well. that meal
news. Here, you must sit down"
He led her to the sofa and took Il
letter from her. She covered her IA
with her hands and began 20 cry II
. letter ran as follows;
, 'AAfy Lady-Your little son Is quite SAT
. but how long he remains so rests wi
, yourself We are willing 10 give him /
Tor the sum OF R60. .000-a mere tribe
: the estate that brings In more than twi
that amount q year, IL you agree
these terms put an advertisement to tn
enect IN The Times OF February 10, Al
look for an answer in The Times OF Fs
ruary 28 But / may as vel tell you IN
any attempt 70 get bold OF us VIII me'
a 4 bad time for the boy, and II We a
a taken you may never SEQ your precio
y youngster again. II you are wise, y
9 viii fall IN with our proposals The b
q Is worth more than e00o0o.
= LORD Arthur handed the letter 70 (
= inspector and then seated himself
e Annos side.
4 Come, Anne" he said. with 4 laul
{ s'this = really Eood news. II the Wol
. comes to the worst We can pas over
money-upon ny soul. yon ought %