Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-05-13


very greatest assistance to me; and
incidentally, it is more than likely that
1 may want you again. Now, where
can.I get hold of your"
"13 Green Street, 'OXton, sir, II al
ways find me. And any time, sir, as
you wants me, I'd like to come just
for the sport Of the thing"
Hugh grinned.
"Good lad. And 1t may be sooner
than you think"
TWO.
Inside the Junior Sports club, Hugh
Drummond was brrying his nose in
large tankard of the ale for which
that CHEEKY pot-house was still fam
GUS. A waiter was arranging the.
first editions of the evening papers
on a table, and Hugh beckoned to-
him to bring one. Cricket, racing, the
latest divorce case, and the latest
strlke-al. the usual headings. were
there. And he was just putting down
the paper, to again concentrate on his
problem, when a paragraph caught
his eye.
STRANGE MURDER IN BELFAST
"The man whose body was discov-
cred in such peculiar circumstances
near the docks has been identified as
Mr.. James Granger, the confidential
secretary to Mr.. Hiram Potts, the
American multi-mIllionaire, at present
in this country. The unfortunate
victim of this dastardly outrage-his
head, as we reported in our last
nights issue, was nearly severed from
his body-had apparently been sent
over on business by Mr.. Potts, and
had arrived the preceding day. What
he Wis Going in the locality: in which
be was found is mystery
1--WE understand that MIR. Potts. who
has recently been indisposed, has re.
turned to the Carlton, and Is greatly
upset, at. the sudden tragedy.
'The police are confident that they
will shortly obtain clue, though the
rough element In the locality where
the murder wns committed presents
great difficulties. It seems clear that
the motive .,was,, robbery: as! all the
murdered mans pockets were rii1ed.
But the most peculiar thing about the
case is the extraordinary care taken hy
the murderer to prevent the identifi-
cation of the body. Every article Of
clothing. even down to the murdered
mans socks, had had the name torn
out, and it was only through the Grim
inal overlooking the taiIor'S tab inside
the inner breast-pocket Of Mr.. Grang-
ers coat that the police were enabled
to identify the body"
Drumm6nd slid down the paper on
his knees, and stared little dazedly
at the clubs immortal founder.
"Holy smoke! laddie," he mur-
INJURED, "that man Peterson ought to
be on the committee here. Verify, l
believe, he could galvanize the stan
into some semblance Of activity"
"Dfd you order. anything, sfr?" A
waiter paused beside him.
"No," murmured Drummond, but
will rectify the omission. Another
large tanknrd Of ale."
The waiter departed. and Hugh
picked up the paper again.
ave understand" he ,murmured
gently to himself. "that Mr.. Potts,
who has recently been indisposed, has
returned to the Carlton.
Now that's very interesting. ;"
He lit a cigarette and lay back in
his chair. ~ was under the impress
sion that Mr.. Potts was safely tucked
m in bed, consuming semolina pud-
ding, at Goring. 1t requires elucida-
tion."
II beg your pardon, sir" remarked
the waiter, placing the beer on the
table beside him.
"You needn't" returned Hugh. up
to date you have justified ny fondest
expectations. And as further proof
of my good will, would like you to
get me O trunk CALI X Goring."
A few minutes later he was In the
telephone box.
"Peter, + have seldom been so glad
to hear your voice. Is all we'll? Good.
Don't mention any names. Our guest
is there, is he? Gone on strike against
more milk puddings, you say. Coax
him, Peter. Make noise like
sturgeon, and he'll think It's caviare.
Have you seen the papers? There are
interesting doings in Belfast, which
concern us rather intimately. I'll be
down later, and we'll have a pow
wow"
He hung up the receiver and
stepped out Of the box.
ST. Algy,' he remarked to man
who was looking at the tape machine
outside, "the paper says a blighter's
somewhere and you know he's some
where else-what would you do?'
"Up to date in such cases 1 have al
ways shot the editor" murmured Algy
Longworth. "Come and feed"
"You'rc so helpful, Algy. A per-
feet rock Of strength. Do you want
a job?"
"What sort of a job?" demanded the