Evening star., 1921-04-15
Bulldog Drumm0nd
by CYRIL McNEnE ('Sapper)
A Novel of Mystery, Love and Adventure.
fcooyrsh - Gesxe Dor,no o.
BY CYRIL McNEIIE ('.Sapper")
copyright 1871. - George b. Dorsn o.

himself as the car rushed through ehe
fresh morning air. once or twice u
gleam that was not altogether amuss-
ment shone in his eyes For tour
years he had played one game where
no mistakes We're allowed: the little
incident of the post office had helped
to bring to his mind the certainty
| that he had now embarked on another
where the conditions were much the
same. That he ad scored up to date
was luck rather than goo3 manage
ment, and he was far too shrewd not
to realize it. Now he was marked.
and luck with a marked man cannot
be tempted too far.
Alone and practically unguarded he
had challenged a gang of interna :
tional criminals; a gang not only ut
terly INSCRIPTIONS. but controlleo oy
a master mind. OF its power as yet
he had no clear idea; OF its size ana
immediate object he .had even less
Perhaps it was as well. HAD ne reai
| ized even dimly the 'immensity OF the
| issues he was up against, had ne mao
but an inkling of the magnitude OF
| the plot conceived in the sinister
brain of his host of the previous
I evening, then, CHEEKY optimist though
| he was, even Hugh Drummond might
F, have wavered. But he had no such
! inkling, and so the CLEAN in his eyes
| was but transitory, the chuckle tha
| succeeded it more whole-hearted thar
before. Was it not sport in a lane
flowing with strikes and prohteers
sport such as his soul loSed:
Il am afraid, Mullings," he said al
the. car stopped in front of his club
! that the kindly gentleman witt
| whom we spent last night has repudi
ated his obligations. He refuses t.
meet the bill 1 gave him for YOU
services. Just wait here moment.
He went inside. returning in feV
moments with folded check.
Round the corner. Mullings. and al
obliging fellah in a black coat vii
burys."
The man glanced at the cheaue ..,,,,,
! "The iaborer. Mullines. is worth:
of his hire. You have been Of tn
very greatest assistance to me; and
incidentally. it is more than likel
where can 1 get hold of you?"
"13 Green street. 'Oxton. sir, y
: always find me. And any time. Sill
as you wants me. I'd like to come JUS
for the sport of the thing"
Hugh grinned
Good lad. And it may be soone
than you think"
With a CHEEKY laugh he turned bac
| into HIS club. and for moment o
. two the ex-soldier stood looking afte
I hin. ith cat oSAioSA h''oii -
. turned to the chaffeur. and spat re
hectively. -
IL .there was more like i'm. an
, lessarnke 'im"-he indicated stou
!, vuigatial rolling past in a large ca
4 and dreadful clothes-"things wouldn
! st,appen.~sacn as is 'appenins t0da'
: lv.;With which weighty dictum NJ
Mullings late private Of the Roya
Leamshires. turned shis steps in tn
direction of the "obliging fellah in
> black coat" =
II -. -. y: IL
= Inside the Junior Sports Club, Hug
E Drummond was burying his nose in
large .txnkard of the ale for whic
that CHEEKY pot-house was still ia
t NOUS AID in the intervals of thi
e most delightful pastime he was try
!, ing to make up his mind on a pecu
{ liarly knotty point. Should he Q
should he not communicate with tn
E police on the matter. He felt that a
E a respectable citizen of the country
) was undoubtedly his duty to tell some
r body something. The point was VIII
! | to tell- aud What to tell him. On tn
Z subject of Scotland Yard his idea
i were nebuIous; he had vague i'm
J preston that one filled in form an
3 waited-tedious operations. both.
Besides, dear old flick" he mur
, INJURED sabstractedly to the portrait G