Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-01-05

gan Jones, then he laughed.
You can't say it," said Simms,
cooking wise eyebrow.
You bet | can said the patient.
Peter Piper pucked pick
NERVE exhaustion" said Simms.
Say, Doe" cut in Jones. beginning
to feel slight alarm. What are you
getting at, you're beginning to make
thing really wrong with me, is
there"
Nothing but what can be righted
by care" replied Simms.
Let me try Mr.. Jones with "A ling
ual test" said Cavendish. Say She
stood at the door of the fish sauce
shop in the Strand welcoming him
in"
she stood at the door of the fish
shauce shop in the Strand welcom-
ON ming i'm said Jones.
HIM, him." said Cavendish.
That's crazy said Jones, nobody
could say that-Oh. I'm all right
reckon little liver pill Will fix me
up"
The two doctors withdrew to a win
dow and said a few words together.
Then they both nodded to the Duke
of Melford.
Well" said the duke. that's set
tied and now, Mr.. Jones, ] hope you
will stay here for luncheon"
Jones had had enough of that
house.
Thanks" said he "but think I'll
be getting back. l want walk.
You'll find me at Carlton House Ter
race where we can finish up this
business. It's a weight off my mind
now everything Is over-whew!
can tell you I'm hungry for the
states"
He rose and took his hat, which he
had placed on the floor. nodded to
the Duke of Melford and turned TO
the door.
Simms was standing in front OF the
door.
Excuse me-" said Simms, but ]
would not advise you to go out IN
your condition. much better stay here
till your nerves have recovered
Jones stared at him.
MY nerves are all right" said he.
Don't. my dear fellow said Cav
endish
Jones turned and looked at him,
then turned again to the door.
Simms was barring the way still.
Don't talk nonsense" said Jones,
think l was a baby. l tell you
Pm all right-what on earth do
you mean--upon my soul, you're like
lot of children"
He tried to pass Simms.
you must not leave this room yet"
said Simms. pray quiet yourself
You mean to say you'll stop me?'
Yes"
Then in flash he knew. These men
had not been sent for to attend the
Dowager Countess of Rochester, they
were alenists. and they considered him
to be Observation-Disclosures gone mad.
Right from the first start of his con-
fession he had been taken for mad
man. that was why Venetia had said
nothing, that was why the old lady had
tainted. that was why his WHEAT least
Eochester's wife, had run from the room
like IL blind woman.
He stood appalled, for a moment
before this self-evident fact. Then he
spoke:
open that door--get away from
that door
sit down and quiet yourself" said
Simms. staring him full in the eye.
-will--not--leav observation-disclosures.
1t was Smms who sat down. flung
away by Jones.
Then Cavendish pinioned him from
behind. the Duke of Melford shouted
directions, Simms scrambled to his
feet, and Jones. having won free of
Cavendish the rough and tumble
began.
They fought all over the drawing
room, upsetting jardinieres, little
tables. costly china.
Jones foot went into china
cabinet carrying destruction amongst
a concert party of little Dresden
figures; Simms' portly figure bumped
against pedestal, bearing a portrait
Rochester, upsetting pedestal and
smashing bust and the Duke of Mel
ford, fine old sportsman that he was.
assisting in the business with the
activity of boy OF eighteen re-
ceived a kick in the shin that recalled
Eton across long vista of years
Then at last they had him down on
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