News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1920-11-17

t7e Might Have CIutched Mans.
incongruous figure for the back prem,
Uses of any house, especially in the
country He was tall, rather stout,
very powerfully built and rather hand
some in his way; yet not for one mo-
] ment was this parsonage in the pic
| ture, in the sense in which Hilton
! Toye had stepped into the Littleford
/ picture.
May ask what you're doing here?"
| he demanded bluntly of the male in
| truder.
mo harm, hope" replied Cazalet,
| smiling, much to his companions re-
lief. She had done him an injustice,
however, in dreading an explosion
when they were both obviously in the
wrong. and she greatly admired the
tone he took so readily. 81 know
we've no business here whatever; but
it happens to be my old home, and
only landed from Australia last night
I'm on the river for the first time, and
simply had to have look around"
The other big man had looked far
from propitiated by the earlier OF
these remarks, but the closing sen.
fences had worked change.
"Are you young Mr.. Cazalet?" he
cried.
81 am, or rather l was" laughed
Cazalet, still on his mettle.
you've read all about the case
then, don't mind betting!" exclaimed
the other with jerk of his topper TO-
ward the house behind him.
I've read all l found in the papers
last night and this morning, and such
arrears as I've been able to lay my
hands on said Cazalet. But, as II
tell you, my ship only got in from Aus
tralia last night, and | came round all
the way in her. There was nothing
IN the English papers when We
touched at Genoa"
Il see, | see" The man was still
looking him up and down. We'll, Mr. |
Cazalet, my names Drinkwater, and
I'm from Scotland Yard happen to |
be in charge Of the case"
II guessed as much" said Cazalet, |
and this surprised Blanche more than
anything else from him. Yet nothing
about him was any longer like the
Sweep Of other days. or Of any preyi- |
Gus part of that very afternoon. And !
this was also easy to understand on
reflection; for if he meant to stand
by the hapless Scruton, guilty or not
guilty, he could not perhaps begin bet
ter than by getting on good terms
with the police. But his ready tact
and in that case cunning, were GER
tainly a revelation to one who had
known him marvelously as boy and
youth.
Il mustn't ask questions" he con-
tinued, but see you're still search
ing for things, Mr.. Drinkwater."
Still minding our own job" said
Mr.. Drinkwater genially. They had
sauntered on with him to the corner
of the house, and seen a bowler hat
bobbing in the shrubbery down the
drive. Cazalet laughed like man.
well, needn't tell you know ev-
Ci lASh VI ll4O Olu pldSC, hC SdIu, |
that is, barring alterations" as
Blanche caught his eye. But expect {
this search is narrowed, rather?'
T Rather said Mr.. Drinkwater
standing still in the drive. He had
also taken out a presentation gold
suitably inscribed in mem. ]
DRY of one of his more bloodless vic '
tories. But Cazalet could always be
obtuse, and now he refused to look
an inch lower than the detective
inspectors bright brown eyes,
There's just one place that's oc-
Cured to me, Mr.. Drinkwater. that T
perhaps may not have occurred to {
you" t
where's that. Mr. Cazalet?" I
''In the room where-the room !
itself"
Mr.. Drinkwater's long stare ended .
N an indulgent smile. You can show
me if you like" said he indifierently !
But l suppose you know we've got /,
he MANI" \
(To be Continued)