The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1916-06-24

| window Of it's OWN and according
to Cazalet desk IT had really been
His poor father ought never to have
been a business man; he ought to
have been a poet. CaZalet said this
now as simply as he had said II to
Hilton Toye on board the Kaiser Fritz.
Only he went rather further for the
benefit OF the gentlemen from Scot
land Yard who took not the faintest
interest in the late Mr. Cazalet, be-
yond poking their noses into his di-
minutive sanctum and duly turning
them up at what they saw.
He used to complain that he was
never left in peace on Saturdays and
Sundays. which OF course were his
only quiet times for writing said the
son. celebrating his tale with tilial
piety so once when I'd been trying
to die of scarlet fever. and my mother
brought me back from Hastings after
she'd had me there some time, tho
old governor told US he'd got a place
where he could disappear from the
district at moments notice and yet
be back in another moment il we rang
the gong fancy he'd got to tell her
where 1t was, pretty quick: but l only
found out for myself by accident.
Years afterward he told me he'd got
the idea from Jean Ingelow's place IN
Italy somewhere"
It's in Florence" said Blanche
laughing I've been there and seen
it, and it's the exact same thing. But
you mean Michael Angelo, Sweep"
"Oh, do II" he said serenely. well,
/ shall never forget how l found out
its existence"
NO more shall l. You told me all
about 1t at the time. as 4 terrific go
cret. and 1 may tell you that I've kept
1t from that day to this!"
You would" he said simply. But
think OF having the nerve to pull up
the governors floor! 1t only shows
what a boy will do. wonder II the
holes there still"
Now all the time the planetary de-
tective had been watching his satel-
lite engaged In an attempt to render
tho damage done to the mahogany
doors . little less conspicuous, Mel
Their appeared to be taking any further
interest in the cigar cupboard. or pay
ing the slightest attention to GAIA
let's "reminiscences. But Mr.. Drink
water happened to have heard every
word, and in the last sentence there
was one that caused him to prick up
his expert ears instinctively.
What's that about . hole?" said
he. turning round.
Tw was reminding Miss Macnair how
the place first came to be-"
Yes. yes. But what about some
hole in the foor?
II made one myself with one Of
those knives that contain all sorts OF
Of things. including a saw. 1t was ono
Saturday afternoon in the summer hol-
idays. came in here from the gar
den a my father went out BY that
door into the hall. leaving one OF
these mahogany doors open by mis-
take. It was tho chance Of my life;
in I slipped to have look. He came
back for something. saw the very door
you've broken standing ajar. and shut
II without looking in. So there | was
in a nice old trap! I simply darent
call out and give myself away. There
was q bit Of loose oilcloth on the
floor"
There 10 STILL" said the satellite.
pausing In his task.
Il moved the oilcloth. In the end;
havked I'D one end OF the board duck.
lily they weren't groove and tongue).
sawed through the next one to 1t. had
It up, too. and got through into the
foundations, leaving everything much
IA I had found 1t. The place is so
small that the oilcloth was obliged to
fall in place II 1t fell anywhere. But
l had plenty Of time. because my
people had gone in to dinner"
You ought to have been burglar,
SIR" said Mr. Drinkwater ironically.
so you covered up a sin with a crime.
like half the gentlemen who go
through my hands for the first and
last time! But how did you get out
of the foundations?"
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