Evening star., 1921-07-24

district There was absolutely moth
ing to attract even the remotest sus-
picion to any particular person. Re
wards had been offered for infor-
nation: but all without producing
the slightest evidence or clue.
This man Hinds?" inquired, NAL
colin Sage, looking about for more
matches.
"Oh. the generals got him on the
brain. Absolutely nothing to it.
I've turned him, inside out. Why even
the deputy commissioner had { go
at him. and if he can't get nothing
out of a man. there's nothing to get
We'll" said Malcolm Sage rising.
keep the fact to yourself that I am
interested. I suppose, if necessary.
SOU. could arrange for twenty or
thirty men to run down there?" he
queriede merit a
The whole blessed Yard If you
like, Mr.. Sage" was the feeling reply.
We'll leave it at that for the pres
ent then. By the way. if you happen
to thinDk you see me in the neighbor-
hood you needn't remember that we
are acquainted"
The inspector nodded comprehend
ingly and, with heart lightened
somewhat of it's burden he departed.
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EOR half an hour Malcolm Sage sat
engrossed in the map of the
scene of the maimings. On it were
a number of red-ink crosses with
figures beneath. In the left-hand
bottom corner was a list of the va
rious outrages with the date and the
time. as near as could be approximated,
against each.
The nOmbers in the bottom corner
corresponded with those beneath the
crosses.
From time to time he referred to
the two copies of Whitaker's Alma
mack open before him, and made notes
upon the writing pad at his side.
map in red ink, and then drew two
lines diagonally from corner to cor
ner. Then without looking up from
the map he pressed one of the but
tons of the private telephone "Tims,"
he said through the mouthpiece.
Five minutes later Malcolm Sage's
chauffeur was standing opposite his
chiefs table. ready to go anywhere
and do anything
Tomorrow will be Sunday, Tins"
Yes, SIR"
I'VE are going out to Hempdon,
ued. pointing to the map. Tins
stepped forward and bent over so
identify the spot. 1.-THE car will break
down. 1t will take you or any other
mechanic two hours to put it right"
Yes. sir" said Tins, Strengthening
himself.
You understand" said Malcolm
Sage. looking at him sharply. You
or any other mechanic"
Yes, sir" reported Tins. his face
sphinx,like in it's lack of expression:
II shal! be ready. at 81 said
Malcolm Sage, and with another Eyes,
sir" Tins turned to go. .
And, Tins"
"Yes, SIR He about-faced smartly
on his right heel. You might apollo
ing her of you on Sunday Take her
out to dinner on Monday and charge
it to me-"
Thank you. sir. very much. sir"
said Tins, his face expressionless.
That is all, Tins. thank you"
Tins turned once more and left the
room. AS he walked toward the out
er door he winked at Gladys Norman
and. with a sudden dive, made a
frightful riot of William Johnson's
knut!like hair. Then, without change
up the car for it's run of the morrow.
The following morning, as they
trooped out of church, the ,inhabi-
tants of Hempdon were greatly in
terested in the break down of a large
Which, SccIIico u uSly JHo DeSt
efforts of the chauffeur to coax it in
to movement. The owner drank cider
al the Spotted Woodpigeon and talk
ed pleasantly withs the villagers, who,
on learning that he had never even
heard of the Surrey cattle-maimings,
were at great pains to opour informa-
ton and theories into his receptive
ear. -.-.- 49, 80
markable sermon preached by Mr..
Callice. in which he 'exhorted his1c con-
gregation to band themselves toge-
ther to track down him who was
manning and torturing Gods crea-
lures. and defying the Masters merci-
full teaching.
1t was Tom Kinds, assisted by a
boy scout, who conducted Malcolm
Sage to the scene of the latest out
rage. It was Kinds who described
the position of the mare when she
was discovered, and it was he who
pocketed two half-crowns as the car
moved of Londonwards. -,5.' "a
That evening Malcolm Sage sat long
and late at his table, engrossed- in the
map that Inspector 'Wensdaie had
sent him. - @A =
The next morning he wrote letter
that subsequently caused Sir, John
Hackblock to explode into q torrent Of
abuse Of detectives in general and,
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