The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1921-10-22
THREE.

whats troubling me-" remarked
Hugh later, as what to do with Carl
and that sweet girl Irma."
The hour for the meeting was draw
ing near, and though no one had any
idea as to what sort of a meeting it
was going to be, it was obvious that
Peterson would be one Of the happy
throng.
Il should say the police might now
be allowed a look in" murmured OAR
lying about the place after you're mar
RED"
Il suppose not" answered Drum
mond, regretfully. "And yet it's a
dreadful thing to finish a little show
like this with the police-if you'll for
give my saying so, Mr. Green"
"Sure thing" drawled the American.
But we have our uses. Captain, and
I'm inclined to agree with your friends
suggestion. Hand him over along with
his book, and they'll sweep up the
mess"
ut would be an outrage to let the
scOundrel CO." said the millionaire
fiercely. 1.-The man darlington you say
is dead; there's enough evidence to
hang this brute as well. What about
nv secretary in Belfast?"
But Drummond shook his head.
II have my doubts. Mr.. Potts, If
~ oaJa hvipp fbof homo fO
him. Still, can quite understand your
feeling ratified with the bird" He
rose and stretched himself; then he
glanced at his watch. Its time you
all retired, boys; the party ought to be
starting soon. Drift in again with the
lads, the instant ring the bell"
Left alone Hugh made certain once
again that he knew the right cOmbina-
ton of studs on the wall to open the
big door which concealed the stolen
store of treasure-and other things as
we'll; then, lighting cigarette, he sat
down and waited.
The end of the chase was in sight,
and he had determined it should be a
theatrical, perhaps, but at the same
time impressive Something for the
Ditchlings of the party to ponder on in
the silent watches of tie night.
Then the police-it would have to be
| the police, he admitted sorrowfully-
and after that, Phyllis.
And he was just on the point of ring
| ing up his flat to tell her that he loved
| her, when the door opened and a man
came in. Hugh recognized him at once
as Valance Nestor, an author of great
| brilliance-in his own eyes-who had
| lately devoted himself to the advance
| ment of revolutionary labor
"Good afternoon" murnured Drum
mond. affably. "Mr. Peterson will be a
little late. am his private secretary
The other nodded and sat down lam
| guidly.
what did you think of my last little
effort in the Midlands?" he asked,
drawing off his gloves.
"Quite wonderful" said Hugh. "a
marvellous help to the great cause
Valance Nestor yawned slightly and
closed his eyes, only to open them
| again as Hugh turned the pages of the
ledger on the table.
/ whats that?" he demanded.
'aThis is the book" replied Drum.
mond carelessly, "where Mr.. Peterson
recofv-- his opinions of the immense
value of all his fellow-w,orkers. Most
interesting reading"
IAN in it?" Valance Nestor arose
| with alacrity.
"Why, of course" answered Drum
inond. Are you not one of the lead
ers? Here you are" He pointed with
his finger, and then drew back in dis
may. Dear dear! There must be
some mistake"
But Valance Nestor. with frozer
and CLASSY eye, was staring fascinated
at the following choice description OF
himself:
"Nestor. Valance. Author so-called
Hot-air factory. but useful up to g
point. Unfortunately conceited and q
monumental ass. Not fit to be trustee
far"