Evening star., 1921-06-03
THE .AVENCER
BY E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM.
A Tale of Political Intrigue and Private
Revenge.
by Brown L Co.
CONTINUED from Yesterdays star.)

Continued from Yesterdays Star)
your view of life." he remarked.
was always a sentimental one"
NO correct view." Wrayson de-
clared, "can ignore sentiment"
ment, not false" Heneage said: This
sentiment which interferes with JUS
tice is false sentiment"
Justice is altogether an arbitrary,
a relative phrase" Wrayson declared:
II know no more about the case OF
the man by sight and repute. and
knew. the manner of his life. and 1t
seems to me a likely thing that there
is more human justice about his death
than in the Furnishing the person who
compassed it."
"There are cases Of that sort" He
neage admitted. THAT is the advan =
tage Of being an amateur. like my
self My discoveries. IL l make any.
are my own. 1 am not bound to pub
lish them"
Wrayson smiled a little bitterly.
You would be less than human IL
you didn't" he said.
Heneage rose to his feet and began
putting on his coat. Wrayson re-
manned in his seat, without offering
to help him.
so / may take it, I suppose" he
said, as he moved toward the door,
that my visit to you is a failure?"
81 have not the slightest idea OF
running away, il that ia what you
mean" Wrayson answered. Il am
obliged to you for your warning. but
what I did 1 am prepared to stand
by"
IT am sorry." Heneage answered.
Good night
CHAPTER XII.
TIDINGS FROM THE CAPE.
wrayson paused for a moment in his
work to answer the telephone which
stood upon his table.
What is it?' he asked sharply.
His manager spoke to him from the
Offices below.
Sorry to disturb you. sir. bSt there
is a young man here who won't go
away without seeing you. Hisyname
is Barnes. and he says that He has
Just arrived from South Afri<a.
1t was a busy morning with Wray-
son, for in an hour or SO the paper
went to press. but he did not hesitate
for a moment
Il will see him." he declared.
Bring him up yourself"
Wrayson laid down the telephone.
Africa. 1t was common name
enough, and yet. from the first. he
was sure that this was some relative.
What was the object Of his visit?
The ideas chased one another through
his brain. Was he. too. an avenger?
There was a knock at the door. and
the clerk from downstairs ushered in
his visitor. Wrayson could scarcely
repress a start. 1t was a younger
edition Of Morris Barnes who stood
there. with an ingratiatins smile upon
his pale face. a tr!fe more Semitic
in appearance, perhaps. but in other
respects the likeness was almost
startling. 1t extended even to the
clothes, for Wrayson recognised with
a start purple and white tie of par
his coat. the giossiness Of his hat and
boots. too, were all strikingly remi-
niscent of the dead man.
His visitor was becoming nervous
under Wrayson's close scrutiny. His
manner betrayed curious mixture
ed overanxious to create a favorable
impression.
II took the liberty Of coming to see
you. Mr.. Wrayson." he said. twisting
his hat round in his hand. MY name
is Barnes, Sidney Barnes. Morris
Barnes was my brother"
wrayson pointed to chair. into
which his visitor subsided with exag.
gerated expressions of gratitude. He
had very small black eyes. set very
close together. and ne blinked con-
tinually. The more Wrayson studied
him the less prepossessing he found him.
What can I do for you." Mr..
Barnes?" he asked quietly.
II have just come from Cape Town."
the young man said. Such shock
it was to meIabont my poor brother!
"tJou, did ron h ear about II o'' Wray
son asked.
Just a newspaper read an 'ac-
count of it all 1t did give me turn
and no mistake. Directly I'd finish
de. / went and booked my passage on
the Dunottar Castle. have very
fair berth over there-two auid a
week, but I felt I must come home
at once. Fact is" he continued. look
ing down at his trousers, Il had no
time to get my own togs together. I
I'm wearing some Of poor Morris"
Are you the only relative?" Wray-
son asked.
swered with emphasis. We hadn't
relation in the world. Father and
ris and I were the only two. Any
thing that poor Morris possessed be-
longs to me, sure! There's no one
else to claim a farthing's worth. You
must know that yourself. Mr.. Wray-
son. eh?'
"If. as you say. you are the only
relative, your brothers effects. of
course. belong to YOU" Wrayson an
swered.
ITS a sure thing" the young man
declared. i've been to the landlord
of the fiat, and he gave me up the
keys at once. There's only one quar-
ters rent owing. Pretty stiff though,
isn't it? Fifty poundsw
Your brothers was Furnished
fiat. 1 believe" Wrayson answered.
THAT makes a difference, of course"
The young mans face fell