The Monticellonian., 1916-05-11

oss.,,o,t under the ear. Enderby ailas Iivius fell as if smitten by ces'uS, As his arm touched the floor, AEelaee Jones kicked unerringly at the "i,Ss and the knife flew and tinkled Ill Ia, corner Bertram, with bound iahdeu on the fallen mans chest ana piIiieD him. .-,oa
 Did he get you. Average?" he cried.
 "Not-er-this time. Pretty good er-team work" drawled the Ad-Flsor, We've got our man for feionlouS "s sault, at least"
 Enderby, panting under Bertram solid knee, blinked and struggled
 "No use. Livius," said Average Jones. Might as well quiet down ana confess. Ease up a little on him. befe Take a look at that scar of his hrst though"
 Superficial cut treated with make up paint; a clever job" pronounced Bertram after a quick examination
 "As I supposed" said Average Jones.
 Let me in on the deal pleadeu Livius. That letter is worth ten thousand. twelve thousand. fifteen thousand dollars-anything you want to ask, if you find the right purchaser And you can't manage it without me Let me in.
 Thinks we're crooks, too% re marked Average Jones. Exactly what's in this wonderful letter.
 Its from Bacon to the author or the book, who wrote about 16l0. Bacon prophecies that Shakespeare, this vagabond and humble hummer, would outshine and outliye in fame all the genius of his time That's all 1 could make out by loosening the stitches
 Well, that Is worth anything one could demand" said Warren in some what awed tone.
 Why didn't you get the letter when you were examining 1t at the auction room?" inquired Average Jones.
 Some fool of a binder had over looked the double cover. and sewed 1t in noticed it at the auction, gummed the opening together while no one was watching, and had gone to get cash to buy the book; but the auctioneer put it up out of turn and old Graeme got it. Bring it to me and I'll show you the 'pursed cover. Many of the Perci- val books were bound that way"
 We've never had it, nor seen it. re- piled Average Jones. "The advertise ment was only trap into which you stepped
 Enderby's jaw dropped. Then it's still at the Graeme house" he cried. beating on the floor with his free hand. Take me back therel"
 "Oh. we'll take you,' said Warren grimly.
 "Close= packed among them in a cab they drove him back to Carteret street Col. Ridgway Graeme was at home and greeted them courteous1y.
 You've found Livius," he said, with relief, T had begun to fear for him. ,"
 Colonel Graeme,' began Average Jones, you have"
 What! Speech" cried the old gen tleman. And you a mute! What does this mean?"
 Never mind him." broke in Ender- by Livius. There's something more important"
 But the colonel had shrunk back. English from you, Livius!a he cried, setting his hand to his brow
 "All will be explained in time, colo. nel," Warren assured him. Mean while. you have a document of the ut most importance and value Do you remember buying one of the Percival volumes at the Barclay aucton?"
 The collector drew his brows down in an effort to remember.
 "An oetavo in fairly good condi- tion?" he asked.
 Yes. yes!" cried Enderby eagerly. Where is it? What did you do with it?"
 Tt was in Latin-very false Latin" The four men leaned forward, breath less. "Oh, I remember It slipped from my pocket and fell into the river as I was crossing the ferry to Jersey"
 There was a dead, flat, stricken si- lence. Then Average Jones turned hollow eyes upon Warren
 Professor" he said, with rueFul attempt at a smile, what's the past participle, passive. plural, of the Latin verb, to sting?'"
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