The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1918-05-09
The young man flushed, but his

NolCo WAS Steduy as ne T0Lurn6u.
Il disagree with you. And l beg you
to cut short your visit here, and re-
turn to your home at once"
In spite Of herself the girl was sha-
ken by his persistence.
Il can't do that" she said uneasily.
And added, with a flash Of anger, II
think you had better leave this house."
IF leave this house now l may
never have chance to see you again"
The girl regarded him with level,
noncommittal eyes.
And l have every intention Of see
ing you again-and again-and again.
Give me chance; moment"
Average Jones' mind was of the en-
Urgency type. 1t summoned to its aid,
without effort of cerebration on the
part of its owner, whatever was most
needed at the moment. Now 1t came
to his rescue with the memory Of
Judge Ackroyd's encounter with the
drug clerk, as mentioned by Bertram.
Miss Graham, I've gone rather far,
I'll admit" said Jones; but, II you'll
give me the benefit Of the doubt, I
think / can show you some basis to
work on. II can produce something
tangible, may come back this after
noon? I'll promise not to come unless
l have good reason
Somewhat to her surprise and IN
easiness, Sylvia Graham experienced q
distinct satisfaction when, late that
afternoon, she beheld her unconven-
tional acquaintance mounting the
steps with buoyant and assured step.
Upon being admitted, he went prompt
ly to the point.
I've got It,"
Your justification for coming
back?" she asked.
Exactly. Have you heard anything
Of some trouble In which Judge Ack-
royd was involved last week?"
Uncle has very violent temper"
admitted the girl evasively. But
don't see what"
Pardon me. You will see. That
row with a drug clerk"
"Well?"
THE drug clerk insisted-as the law
ing for q certain purchase"
Perhaps he was impertinent about
it."
Possibly. The point is that the
prospective purchase was cyanide of
potassium, deadly and instantaneous
poison"
Are you sure?" asked the girl, in a
low voice.
I've just come from the store. How
long have you been here at your I'M
cle's?"
"A week."
Then just about the time of your
coming with the dog, your uncle I'M
dertook to obtain a swift and sure
poison. Have l gone far enough?"
Il don't know"
What is your uncle's attitude tow
ard the dog?"
Almost what you might call ingra-
tiating. But Peter Paul-that's my
dogs name, you know-doesnt take
to uncle"
He's wise old doggie," amended
the other with emphasis. When does
your uncle give up this house?"
AT the end of the week. Uncle
and aunt leave for Europe"
Then let me suggest again that you
and Peter Paul go at once"
Miss Graham pondered. mo, can't
do that"
Now, Miss Graham, would it grieve
you very much If Peter Paul were to
die?"
Il won't have him put to DEATH"
said she quickly.
Miss Graham" he said slowly,
won't you try to forget, for the mo-
ment, the circumstances of our meet
ing, and think of me only as a friend
of your friends who is very honestly
eager to be friend to you, when you
most need one?"
Tho girls gaze met the mans level,
and was held In long, silent regard.
Yes" she said simply.
Listen, then. / think see a clear
way. Judge Ackroyd will kill the dog
II he can, and SO effectually conceal
the body that no funeral can be held
over it, thereby rendering your grand
mothers bequest to you void. He has
only few days to do 1t in, but l
don't think that all your watchfulness
can restrain him. Now, on the other
hand, II the dog should die a natural
death and be buried, he can still con.
test the will. But If he should kill
Peter Paul and hide the body where
we could discover 1t, the game would
be up for him, as he then wouldn't
even dare to come into court with a
contest. Do you follow me?
yes. But you wouldn't ask me to
be party to any such thing"
You're a party, involuntarily, by
remaining here. But do your best to
save Peter Paul. If you will. And
please call me up Immediately at the
Cosmic club, II anything turns up,
And, by the way, my beetles. forgot
| and left them here. Oh, there's the
box. / may have q very specific use
for them later. Au reyoir-and NAV
1t be soon!"
The two days succeeding seemed to
Average Jones, haunted as he was by
an fmportunate craving to look again
into Miss Graham's limpid and change
full eyes, dull and sodden period of
probation. The messenger boy who
finally brought her expected note,
looked to him like a Greek godling.
The note inclosed this clipping:
LOST-PUG DOG ANSWERING TO
the name Of Peter Paul. Very old and