Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-09-10

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He Clutched Her Hand, but Only a.
He Might Have cIutehed . Man's.
heels was so struck by something that
she could not help telling him he knew
his way very we'll.
Every inch of it," he said bitterly.
But so I ought, If anybody does"
But these rhododendrons weren't
here in your time. They're the one
Improvement. Don't you remember
how the path ran around to the other
end Of the yard? This gate into 1t
wasn't made"
mo more it was" said Cazalet, as
they came up to the new gate on the
right. 1t was open, and looking
through they could see where the old
gateway had been bricked. The rhodo
dendrons topped the yard wall at that
point, masking 1t from the lawn, and
making on the whole an improvement
Of which anybody but former son Of
the house might have taken moro &C
count.
He said he could sec no other
change. But for the fact that these
windows were wide open, the whole
place seemed As deserted as Little
ford; but Just past the windows. and
flush with them, was the tradesmen's
door, and the two trespassers were
barely abreast Of it when this door
opened and disgorged . man.
The man was Ut first sight . most
incongruous figure for the back prem.
Uses Of any house, especially in the
country. He was tall. rather stout,
very powerfully built and rather hand.
some in his way: yet not for one mo-
ment was this parsonage in the pic
ture, in the sense in which Hilton
Toye had stepped into the Lttleford
picture.
"May l ask what you're doing heref"
he demanded bluntly Of the male In.
truder.
mo harm, hope" replied Cazalet.
smiling, much to his companions re-
lief She had done him an injustice,
however. in dreading an explosion
when they were both obviously in the
wrong. and she greatly admired the
tone he took SO readily. II know
we've no business hero whatever; but
It happens to be my old home and
only landed from Australia last night.
I'm on the river for the FIRST time, and
simply had to have look around
The other big man had looked far
from propitiated by the earlier Of
these remarks, but the closing SEN
fences had worked . change.
Are you young Mr.. Cazslet?" he
cried.
Il am, or rather I was" laughed
Cazalet. still on his mettle.
you've read all about the case
then, don't mind betting!" exclaimed
the other with jerk Of his topper to.
ward the house behind him.
i've read all found in the papers
last night and this morning, and such
arrears ~ I've been able to lay my
hands on" said Cazalet. 'But. Is
tell you, my ship only got in from Aus.
tralia last night, and came round all
the way in her. There was nothing
in the English papers when we
touched at Genoa"
II see, I see." The man was still
looking him up and down. well, Mr..
Cazalet, my names Drinkwater, and
I'm from Scotland Yard. happen to
be in charge Of the case"
II guessed as much" said Cazalet,
and this surprised Blanche more than
anything else from him. Yet nothing
about him was any longer like the
Sweep Of other days, or of any previ.
GUS part Of that very afternoon. And
this was also easy to understand on
reflection; for II he meant to stand
by the hapless Scruton. guilty or not
guilty. he could not perhaps begin bet.
ter than by getting on good terms
with the police. But his ready tact
and in that case cunning. were Ger.
tainly revelation to one who had
known him marvelously ~ boy and
youth.
II mustn't ask questions" he con
tinued, "but I see you're still search.
ing for things, Mr.. Drinkwater."
"still minding our own job" said
Mr.. Drinkwater genially. They had
sauntered on with him to the corner
of the house, and seen bowler hat
bobbing in the shrubbery down the
drive. Cazalet laughed like . man.
'Well, I needn't tell you know ev
cry inch of the old place." he said;
that is. barring alterations" II
Blanche caught his eye. But expect
this search is narrowed. rather?"
Rather" said Mr.. Drinkwatsr
standing still in the drive. He had
also taken out q presentation gold
half-hunter. suitably inscribed in mem
Org Of one Of his more bloodless VIC
tories. But Cazalet could always b
obtuse, and now he refused to lool
an inch lower than the detective
inspectors bright brown eyes.
There's just one place that's %
CURED to me, Nj. Drinkwater, thai
perhaps may not have occurred d
you"
where's that, Mr.. Casalet?"
''In the room where-tho room
itself"
Mr.. Drinkwater's long stare ended
n an indulgent smile. You caA show