New Britain herald., 1921-09-26
u-cntinued from Saturdays Herald.)

Crcntinued from Saturdays Herald. Anthony Fry. who is fond of mak- ing experiments in human nature, takes a supposed young man by the name of David Prentiss, whom he meets at a ringside seat at a boxing match. to his apartments and offers The young man the chance to realize his lifelong ambition to become a civil engineer at his (Fry's) expense. The big limestone place over there, I think it Is." said he. Go to the side gate, old chap"
 The houseman opened the door and looked at Wilkins: and Wilkins, pick ing up his trunk, stepped through and into the backyard. and then, the door of the basement laundry being open, onto the laundry itself.
 Only the under-laundress was pres ent, which caused him to stiffen as he said coldly:
 For Felice."
 "The-the poor young lady's maid!" said the laundress, with a sudden snivel.
 I'll take it to her room," Wilkins said. Where will that be, and where will find the young woman herself ?'
 The under -laundress dried her eyes on one corner of her apron.
 'I dunno about Felice,'' she said uncertainty. "Mebbe MT. Bates-oh, here comes MT. Bates now
 Round, red, highly perturbed, the Dalton butler hustled into the laun- dry and looked Wilkins up and down.
 Trunk for the master?" he asked crisply.
 For FeIice, the young lady's maid as I understand" Wilkins said quietly. Where shall I find her? It's for herself"
 She's went" Bates said sourly. This here house is no place for young F'renchies that wanders the streets at night, believe me. She sneaked in I dunno what hour this early morn ing, and she was able to give no ac- count at all of where she'd been. There wasn't no further question asked: she went, bag and baggage!n
 Wilkins looked at Bates, as if refus- ing to believe a word of it. He looked at the trunk and his expression was a study.
 Well. as to where this young per son has gone,' Wilkins said. You see, this trunk being, as it were, her personal property. I've been asked to see that she gets it herself and"
 Where she's gone is no concern of ours. We don't know and we don't want to know!' said MT. Bates. And this here house is too full of trouble for me to be bothering with you about her trunk. Anything belonging to her gets out!"
 "Out." Wilkins muttered.
 Out" said MT. Bates, and pointed at tho door.
 According to his own reasoning, Hobart Hitchin had struck upon the investigation of his whole lifetime. Surely as he wore spectacles. murder had been done in the fiat of the inn peccable Anthony Fry. Hence, after his unusual interview with Anthony, having returned to his own fiat, inn mediately below. he waited tense and expectant. Beyond doubt, Anthony Fry's next move would be to get rid of the body of his victim.
 There was a taxicab as usual at the curb just here. Without leaving the vestibule, Hobart Hitchin signaled it to wait for him! and then, ever so charity, he thrust forward his eagle eyes and directed their merciless beam through tho side panel of glass. Ho- bart Hitchin all but lost his self-con- trol and laughed excitedly, for there. just down the block, Anthony's per sonaI servant was Juggling wardrobe trunk to the curb.
 An, And he planned to use a taxi cab and it seemed to Hobart Hitchin that the driver knew his fell errand and demanded his share in advance, because Wilkins handed him money. ,,%1, o,,t of orf Wilkins took his ghastly burden into the back of the cab and drove away.
 But Hobart Hitchin. the relentless, was just twenty yards behind, and his driver, spurred by $10 bill, bent forward and watched every turn of the wheels as he followed. But in stead of heading downtown, and try ing-as Hobart Hitchin had fully ex- pected-to ship the trunk by express to some out-of-town point, Wilkins made his way to West End avenue.
 This was very curious; it did not even suggest that Wilkins was headed out of town with the remains; and 1t did not even hint, at the astounding thing which followed, several blocks farther uptown, As the texi stopped at Theodore Dalton's side gate, Hitch- in all but fell from his cab as he craned forward!
 By some lucky accident, he knew that house, and knew, in a general way, of its owner. This was the lin iment king-and Anthony Fry was the owner of Fry's Imperial Liniment.
 Hobart Hitchin. suddenly deter mined on the most spectacular act of his life. tapped his driver on the shoulder.
 "Go around to the front of this house-yes, the corner one"" he said, and there was a little shake in his voice.
 By the time he had stepped up to the spacious door of Theodore Dal- tons home, the tremendousness of it all had so overcome Hobart Hitchin that he walked straight past Bates.
 "I wish to see MT. Dalton. He is at h.,r.,c IIitcl,ir,