The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-06-02

car for the police and give me up. don't think I'll get very far. There'u be an accident, and I'll have a knife in my ribs in an hour or so after arrest. Nevertheless it's your duty as a law abiding citizen. Perhaps in a months time you'll be sorry. but you have no cause to think of that
 He was looking at me with bright. steady eyes. What was your job in Rhodesia. MT. Hannay?'' he asked.
 Mining engineer" said. .'I'ye made my pile 3clearSy, and I've had a good time in the making of it.''
 Not profession that weakens the nerves, is it?'
 are good enough I took down hunt ing knife from stand on the wall and did the old Mashona trick of toss ing it and catching it in my lips. That wants pretty steady heart.
 He watched me with smile. sfI don't want proofs. may be an ass on the platform, but I can size up man. You're no murderer, and you're no fool, and I believe you are speaking the truth. I'm going to back you up.> Now, what can do?N
 First, I want you to write letter to your uncle. I've got to get in touch with the government people some time before the 18th of June.''
 He pulled his mustache
 t'That won't help you. This is for eign office business, and my uncle would have nothing to do with it. Be sides, you'd never convince him. No; I'll go one better. I'll write to the permanent secretary at the foreign of flee. He's my godfather and one os the best going What do you want?" He sat down at a table and wrote to my dictation. The gist of it was that if a man called Twisden q thought I had better stick to that name) turned up before June 15 he was toI treat him kindly He said Twfsdeh would prove his bona fdes by passing the word sBlack Stone" aIH4 whistIing Annie Laurie
 .tGood.'' said Sir Harry. That's the proper style. By the way, you'll find my godfather-his names Sir Walter Bullivant-down at his country cot tage for W'hitsuntide. It's close to Ar tinswell oA the Kennel. That's done. Now, what's the next thingY
 You're about my height. Lend me the oldest tweed suit you've got. Any thing will do so long as the color Is the opposite of the clothes destroyed this afternoon. Then show me map of the neighborhood and explain to me the lie of the land. Lastly, if the DO lice come asking about me just show them the car in the glen. If the other lot turn up tell them I caught the south express after your meeting"
 He did or promised to do all these things.
 I shaved of the remnants of my mustache and got inside an ancient suit of what believe is called heather mixture. The map gave me some no tion of my whereabouts and told me the two things I wanted to know where the main railway to the south could be joined and what were the widest districts near at hand.
 At 2 o'clock he wakened me from my slumber in the smoking room arm chair and led me blinking into the dark, starry night An old bicycle was found in a tool shed and handed over to me .
 First turn to the right up by the long fir wood" he enjoined. By day break you'll be well into the hills. Then I should pitch the machine into bog and take. to the moors on foot. You can put in a week among the shepherds and be as safe as if you were in New Guinea"
 I pedaled diligently up steep roads of hill gravel till the skies grew pale with morning. As the mists cleared before the sun I found myself in a wide green world, with. glens falling on every side and a faraway blue horizon. Here, at any rate, I could get early news of my enemies.
 I sat down on the very crest of the <5 -e.@<x< <Nfr vNrNe
 Behind me was the road climb ing through long cleft in the hills which was the upper glen of some notable river. In front was a fiat space of maybe a mile, all pitted with bog holes and rough with tussocks. To the left and right were round shouldered, green hills as smooth as pancakes, but to the south-that is, the left hand-there was glimpse of high, heathery mountains, which re- membered from the map as the big knot of hill which I had chosen for my sanctuary.
 was on the central boss of huge upland country and could see every thing moving for miles. In the mead ows below the road, half mile back, a cottage smoked, but it was the only sign of human life. Otherwise there was only the calling of plovers and the tinkling of little streams.
 It was now about7 o'clock, and as l l waited heard once again the ominous beat in the air. Then realized that my vantage ground might be in reality a trap. There was no cover for tom tit in those bald green places.
 I sat quite still and hopeless, while the beat grew louder
 Then I saw an aeroplane coming up | from the east It was flying high. but as T looked it drowned several hundred