Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-06-24

fcopvrioht. 1919. bv George Il. Doran oo.)
T CAME out into the middle of the
l. road and saw the other three rising
at the sides. The runner was barely
twenty yards away by now and heard
her gasp as she stopped abruptly.
"Miss Rendall7" I said.
The next moment she had rushed up
to me, her eyes sparkling, her voice
coming in pants.
"Mr. Merton ~ she painted And then
here eyes fell on the others. They We
come then-I'm so glad forgive me
for wiring-but--look!" !"
She handed me something small and
long shaped. 1t was n spectacle case.
"Take them out !" she said.
We were all four gathered round her
now and heard my uncle say:
where's that torch of yours, Jack? p
Then the flash of my cousins electric
torch fell on the spectacles and my
heart leapt.
THE tinted spectacles - I cried.
where did you find them?" de-
manded my uncle and cousin stimuli
taneously, and I could tell from their
voices that all doubts had vanished, and
that, like me, they were burning now
only with the excitement of the chase.
"At the Scollays'!" she said, still
you'll see everything if we only hurry
he may be back if we don't!"
Sir Francis (of course) pocketed the
spectacle case. and the whole five of
us set out at the double, Jean trotting
in front between Jack and me, and
Sir Francis and the doctor Gathering
behind. My cousin and I each tried a
question, but we saw that Jeans breath
would be better saved for whatever was
ahead, and SO our voices fell silent and
presently as we left the high road our
feet fell almost silent, too. We only
dropped to a walk when the farm build
ings loomed up close ahead, and then
for a moment Jean stopped us and
listened intently.
'They are all in the house STILL" she
whispered. "I think we are in time !"
She led US, walking in single file and
on our toes, into the midst of the huddle
of low houses until we came to one
open, pitch dark door. And then she
flashed little torch and we followed
her into building which I remembered
distinctly. One end was tho Nnrn where
I slept that memorable first night in
Ramsay. The other was filled with a
| litter of odds and ends-coils of rope,
fishing nets, barrel or two, spades,
pick ak, and I cannot remember
what else. With feverish energy she
pushed and pulled these things aside
-, Eubt,rn ha
BILE, until a large rough wooden box
became visible, standing in the very
corner against the wall. I could see al
glance that it had been locked anc
the lock forced.
'I broke it open !" she whispered.
$50 there was no time to lose or he'd
have known"
We raised the heavy lid and the very
first thing my eyes fell on was white
false beard. Jean picked it up and
I could hear her voice shaking with
excitement.
There's the rest of the disguise ~
she said.
And there was the old coat, and {
nasty looking scythe blade, and mum
Der of other things of which the power:
that be have an inventory now, bu
which they would scarcely thank me fol
mentioning here. may say, however
that they made very thorough outfi
for the job the owner of them had been
engaged on. Among them was one very
curious looking find: the two halves O
large cheese followed out, and one
half broken across. Jack Whiteclet
pointed to this with grim look.
IAN unsuccessful experiment" h,
whispered. "He must have made bet
ter one for the Uruguay"
"Do you mean,' gasped Jean, "tha
this was for a bomb?'
Looks like it." he answered.
"Hush - l whispered.
The torch went out on the instan
and in absolute inky darkness we hell
our breath and listened Somebody
was quietly approaching the barn. The