Judsonia weekly advance., 1921-08-11


 in part, had only confirmed what he had suspected all along. The wretched Granger had been foully done to death, for no other reason than that he was the millionaire's secretary. Hugh's jaw frightened; it revolted his sense of sport. It wasn't as if the poor blight CT had done anything; merely because he existed and might ask inconvenient questions he had been removed. And as the elevator shot downwards, and the remembrance of the grim struggle he had had in the darkness of The Films the night before came back to his mind, he wondered once again if he had done wisely in not breaking Peterson's neck while he had the chance.
 He was still debating the question in his mind as he crossed the tea lounge.
 "Why, Captain Drummond, you look pensive." A well-known voice from table at his side made him look down. and he bowed a little grimly. Irma Peterson was regarding him with a mocking smile.
 He glanced at her companion, a young man whose face seemed vaguely familiar to him, and then his eyes rested once more on the girl. Even his masculine intelligence could ap- preciate the perfection-in slightly foreign style-of her clothes; and, as to her beauty, he had never been un- der any delusions.
 "The Carlton seems rather a favor ite resort of yours," she continued, watching him through half closed eyes. q think you're very wise to make the most of 1t while you can"
 "While I camp said Hugh. "That sounds rather depressing
 i've done my best" continued the girl, but matters have passed out of my hands, I'm afraid" Again Hugh glanced at her compan- ion, but he had risen and was talking to some people who had just come in. "Js he one of the firm?" he re- marked. His face seems familiar" "Oh, mol" said the girl. "He is just a friend" She leaned forward suddenly. "Why don't you join us instead of so foolishly trying to fight us? Believe me, Monsieur Hugh, it is the only thing that can possibly save you. You know too much"
 "Is the invitation to amalgamate official, or from your own charming brain?" murmured Hugh Made on the spur of the moment" i" she said lightly. But it may be re- garded as official"
 I'm afraid it must be declined on the spur of the moment" he an swered in the same tone. And equal ly to be regarded as official. Well, au revoir. Please tell Mir Peterson how sorry am to have missed him."
 "I will most certainly" answered the girl But then, mon ami, you will be seeing him again soon, without doubt.
 She waved charming hand in fare well, and turned to her companion. But Drummond though he went into the hall outside, did not immediately leave the hotel Instead, he button holed an exquisite being arrayed in gorgeous apparel, and led him to point of vantage.
 You see that girl" he remarked, "having tea with a man at the third table from the big palm? Now, can you tell me who the man is? I seem to know his face, but I can't put a name to it."
 "That, sir" murmured the exquisite being with the faintest perceptible scorn at such ignorance, lis the mar quis of Laidley His lordship is ire quently here"
 'Laidley!" cried Hugh in sudden ex- citement. 'Laidley! The duke of Lampshire's son You priceless old stuffed tomato-the plot thickens."
 Completely regardless of the scan dalized horror on the exquisite beings face, he smote him heavily in the stomach and stepped into Pail Mall. For clear before his memory had come three lines on the scrap of paper he had torn from the table at The Films that first night, when he had grabbed the dazed millionaire from under Peterson's nose
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