Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1915-05-08
The Mysterious Monogram
By Hos Rookie
Copyright war

little sigh of thankfulness for the
blackness of the night, and hoping
that no sudden flash from the Heavens
would light up the interior of the ma
chine. With difficulty she slipped on
her own dress and adjusted it as best
she might while the car Jared and
swayed on its mad course.
At last she had done it, and bund-
ling the discarded garments together,
she stuffed them into the leather bag.
A moment later, Cornish dropped the
glass in the door and threw the case
out among the bushes at the roadside.
Their cramped positions were be-
coming irksome, but the thought of
Harcourt's greater discomfort, and
the thought of harder work yet to be
accomplished, kept up their spirits as
the minutes passed-minutes that
were bringing them nearer to their
goal. Cornish passed cigar to Sir
Henry and lit one himself, while
Adele, heavy eyed and weary now,
leaned back as comfortably as she
could and tried to sleep.
Behind them in the sodden roadway
good ten miles or more, the aston
ished detective struggled to his feet
and wiped the mud from his eyes and
mouth.
"Stop them" he cried wildly, draw
ing his revolver and shooting vainly
after the escaping car, already far out
of sight. The chauffeur, crawling
from under the machine, stared up at
the Scotland Yard man with well
feigned surprise.
whats wrong?" he asked inno-
Gently.
Wrong, you idiot!' yelled the de-
tective. Cant you see he's gone ?"
"Who-his lordship?"
"Who else, blockheadw came the
impatient retort. Hes gone away in
that car-escaped!'
Escaped" The chauffeur stared
stupidity at the detective. He was fol-
lowing out his instructions to the let
ter. His lordship wouldn't try to
escape, sir. If he's gone away in that
machine, it was because they forced
him to go. He's been kidnappedv
The detective gave low whistle of
surprise. Suddenly the possibility OF
it dawned upon him, and in spite of
his doubts the idea seemed reasonable
Kidnapped! he muttered. ut don't
seem possible-yet say, for the love
Of Heaven, get me to telephone! y
IL can't make her 60" the chauf-
feur protested, pointing with. his
wrench to the standing automobile.
81 can't find anything the matter with
1.-THE troubles inside somewhere.
You might walk" he added, turning
away to hide broad grin.
The detective shivered. The rain
was coming down i'm torrents, and he
was wet to the skin. But there was
no help for the knew he must
trudge on to the nearest village and
there report his failure by wire to
MacBee. To man in line for AN
nspectorship the situation was any
thing but a pleasant one, and he re-
allied only too well, that the loss of
so important a prisoner might easily
mean his dismissal. He swore and
stamped his foot in the puddle that
had formed beneath him.
Pm off," he said dismally.
''lf you do find a telephone" the
chauffeur called after him, "send
someone to me from a garage!'
Then as the detective trudged slowly
away into the night, the chauffeur
climbed into the back of the car, and
closing the door, pulled hamper of
lunch from beneath the seat. Making
sure that his pipe and tobacco were
safe, he felt for matches, and proceed
ed to make himself comfortable
against the leather cushions.
His instructions were to wait there
Until daylight and then run the car
back TO the Manor house.