The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1921-08-19

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name; and the jury brought in a YER
dict Of death from natural causes. A
month before, he had an interview with
Lexington, which took place at our
house: because the Italian. being a
stranger, came to the wrong place, and
darlington happened to be with us at
the time. The interview finished with
fearful quarrel" She turned to
Drummond with slight smile. mot
much evidence, Is there? Only know
Lakington murdered him. / know 1t.
You may think I'm Notwithstanding
things; you may think I'm exaggerat-
Ing. I don't mind II you do-because
| you won't for long,"
Drummond did not answer immedi-
ately. Against his saner judgment he
was beginning to be profoundly i'm
pressed, and. at the moment, he did
not quite know what to say.
"What about this other manT" ne
asked at length.
II can tell you very little about him."
she answered. "He came to The Elms
that is the name Of Lakington's
house-three months ago. He is about
medium height and rather thick-set;
clean-shaven, with thick brown hair,
flecked slightly with white. His fore
head is broad. and his eyes are a
sort of cold grey-blue. But it's his
hands that terrify me- They're large
and white and utterly ruthless" She
turned to him appealingly. "Ohl don't
think I'm talking wildly" she i'm
plored. "He frightens me to death
that man: far, far worse than Laking-
ton. He would stop at nothing to gain
his ends, and even darlington himself
knows that Mr.. Peterson is his mas
ter"
Peterson murmured Drummond
"It seems quite sound old English
name."
The girl laughed scornfully. "Ohl
the name Is sound enough, If 1t was
his real one. AS 1t is, it's about as
real as his daughter"
There Is lady In the case, then"
"By the name of Irma," said the
girl briefly. "She lies on a sofa in
the garden and yawns. She's no
more English than that waiter"
A faint smile flickered over her
companions face; he had formed a
fairly vivid mental picture of Irma.
Then he grew serious again.
"And what is 1t that makes you
think there's mischief ahead?" he
asked abruptly.
The girl shrugged her shoulders.
"What the novelists call feminine in
tuition. suppose" she answered.
"That-and my father" She said the
last words very low. "He hardly ever
sleeps at night now: hear him pacing
up and down his room-hour after
hour, hour after hour. Oh 1t makes
me mad. Don't you understand?
I've got to get him away from those
devils, before he breaks down COM
pletely."
Drummond nodded, and looked
away. While she had been speaking
he had made up his mind what course
to take, and now, having outsat every
body else, he decided that 1t was time
for the Interview to cease Already
an early diner was having cocktail.
while darlington might return at any
moment. And II there was anything
in what she had told him, 1t struck
him that 1t would be as well for that
gentleman not to find them together.
II think" he said, "we'd better 60.
My address is GOA Half Moon street;
my telephone 1894 Mayfair. II any
thing happens, II ever you want me-
at any hour of the day or night-ring
me up or write. If I'm not In, leave
message with my servant Denny. He
is absolutely reliable. The only other
thing Is your own address,"
"The Larches, near Godalming," an
swered the girl, as they moved toward
the door. "Ohl IL you only knew the
glorious relief Of feeling ones got
some one to turn to :" She
looked at him with shining eyes, and
Drummond felt his pulse quicken sud-
denly.
MAY I drop you anywhere7" he
asked, as they stood on the pavement,
but she shook her head.
"No, thank you. I'll 60 in that TAXI
She gave the man an address, and
stepped in. while Hugh stood bare
headed by the door.
Don't forget" he said earnestly.
ANY time Of the day or night. And
while think Of it--we're old friends.
Can that be donei In case come and
stay. you see."
She thought for q moment and then
nodded her head. "All right" she an
swered. We've met a lot in London
during the war"
With grinding OF gear wheels the
taxi drove on, leaving Hugh with
vivid picture imprinted on his mind
Of blue eyes. and white teeth. and
skin like the bloom Of sun-kissed
peach. s
For a moment or two ne stood star
ing after II, and then he walked across
to his own car. With his mind still
fun Of the interview he drove slowly
along PiccadiIly, while every now and
then he smiled grimly to himself. Was
the whole thing an elaborate hoax7
Somehow deep down In his mind. he