Evening star., 1921-04-24
Bulldog Drunm0nd
u BY CYRIL McNE1IE C.Sapper")
A Novel Of Mystery, Love and Adventure.
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BY CYRIL MdNEuE (''Sapper' ~


that it was absolutely essential for
him to get away with it somehow
and. at the moment. his chances OF
so doing did not appear particularly
bright. 1t looked as if it was only q
question of time before they must get
him.
! But as usual with Drummond. the
tighter the corner, the cooler his head
He watched Lakington dart from the
room. followed more slowly by Pc
tefson. and then occurred one OF those
| strokes Of luck on which the incor-
rigibie soldier always depended. The
girl left the room as well.
She kissed her hand toward him,
and then she smiled.
You intrigue me, ugly one" she re. re.
i marked. looking up. intrigue me
vastly. 1 am now going out to get a
really good view of the Kill"
And the next moment Potts was
alone. He was staring up at the sky
light. apparently bewildered by the
sudden turn of events. and then he
heard the voice of the man above
speaking clearly and insistently.
GO out OF the room. Turn to the
right. Open the front door. You'll
see a house. through some trees. Go
to it. When you get there, stand on
the lawn and call Phyllis Do you
get me?"
The American nodded dazedly: then
he made great effort to pull him
self together as the voice continued
Tell her I'm on the roof here"
With a sigh of relief he saw the
| millionaire leave the room: then he
Strengthened himself up. and proceed
ed to reconnoitre his own position.
There was a bare chance that the
American would ge. through, and if
he did, everything might yet be well.
II he didnt-Hugh shrugged his
shoulders grimly and laughed.
1t had become quite light. and after
moments indecision Drummond took
a running jump. and caught the ridge
of the sloping roof on the side near
est the road. To stop by the skylight
was to be caught like a rat in a trap,
and he would have to take his chance
OF being shot. After all. there was a
considerabie risk in using firearms so
near main road. where at any time
some laborer or other early riser
might pass along. Notoriety was the
last thing which Peterson desired,
| and il it got about that one of the
! pastlmes at The Elms was potting
inquiries might become somewhat
embarrassing.
1t was as Hugh threw his leg over
the top OF the roof. and sat straddle-
ways. leaning against chimney
stack, that he got an idea From
where he was he could not see the
Larches, and SO he did not know what
luck the American had had.
But he realized that it was long
odds against his getting through. and
that his chief hope lay in himself.
Wherefore. as has just been said, he
got an idea-simple and direct: his
IDEAS always were. 1t occurred to
MN him that far too few unbiased people
knew where he was; it further oc-
Cured to him that it was a state Of
affairs which was likely to continue
unless he remedied 1t himself And
so, just as Peterson came strolling
around a corner Of the house fol-
der Hugh commenced to sing. He
shouted. he roared at the top of his
very powerful voice, and all the time
he watched the men below with a
wary eye. He saw Peterson look
nervously over his shoulder toward
creator efforts. and the gorgeous
simplicity of his maneuver mad,
Hugh burst out laughing. Then. once
again his voice rose to it's full pitch,
as he greeted the sun with a below
neighborhood.
1t was just as two laborers came
in to investigate the hideous din
that Peterson's party discovered the
ladder was too short by several
yards.
Then with great rapidity the audi
commercial travellers who had risen
with the lark and intrusted them
selves and their samples to Ford
car: gentleman of slightly inebri-
ated aspect. whose trousers left much
to the imagination; and finally more
tit-bit Of gossip for the local pub
been seen before in the neighbor-
hood: 1t would furnish a topic Of con-
versation for weeks to come. And
still Hugh sang and Peterson cursed !:
and still the audience grew. Then.
at last. there came the police with
notebook all complete. and the singer
stopped singing to laugh.
The next moment the laugh froze
on his lips. Standing by the skylight,
ington. and Hugh knew by the ex-
preston of his face that his finger
was trembling on the trigger. Out
OF view OF the crowd below, he did
not know of its existence, and. in q
fash, Hugh realized his danger.
the roof while the soldiers attention
had been elsewhere; and now, his
face cleaning with an unholy fury
Lakfngton was advancing step by
step toward him with the evident in
tention OF shooting him.
Good morrow. Henry" said Hugh.
quietly. II wouldn't hre il l were
you. We are observed. as they say
in medodrama. If you don't believe
me-" his voice grew a little tense,
lust wait while l talk to Peterson
who is at present deep in converse
with the village constable and sew
eraI farm laborers."
He saw doubt dawn in Lakingtons
eyes, and instantly followed up his
advantage.
I'm sure you wouldn't like the no.
toriety attendant upon q funeral.
Henry, dear; I'm sure Peterson would
just hate it. So. to set your mind at
rest. I'll tell him you're here"
in Hugh Drummond's life ever cost
him such an effort Of will as the
turning Of his back on the man
standing two yards below him, but
he did it apparently without thought.
He gave one last glance at the face
convulsed with rage. and then with
below.
Peterson" he called out. affably,
there's 4 pal of yours up here-dear
old Henry. And he's very annoyed
at my concert. Would you just speak
to him. or would you like me to be
there might be an accident at any
have arrived. So-er-'
Even at that distance he could see
Petersons eyes of fury. and he
chuckled softly to himself. He had
the whole gang absolutely at his
irresistibly to his sense Of humor.
but when the leader spoke, his
voice was as suave as ever; the eter-
nal cigar giowed evenly at its normal
rate.