Evening star., 1921-04-26
Bulldog Drumm0nd
= BY CYRIL McNEnE ("sapp4~)
Novel Of Mystery, Love and Adventure.
b. Gexx. q Doran O.,
BY CYRIL McNEILE ('.Sapper")


My head is playing an anthem"
| It'll play an oratorio before we're
through with this job. old son."
laughed Hugh. Lets get gay with
Potts.
| Ten minutes later he was at the
wheel of his car with Darrell and the
vigorously at being, as he said, left
| out Of it. was endeavoring to con-
sole himself by making out how much
he would have won if he'd foIlowed
his lnfailible system Of making money
On the turf; birmingham was wander
Ing along Piccadilly anxiously won
der1ng at what shop he could possibly
ASK Tor a dicky. and preserve his
hitherto blameless reputation. But
Hugh seemed in no great hurry to
start. A whimsical smile was on his
face. as out of the corner of his eye
ne watched the man who had been
busy doing nothing feverishly trying
to crank his car. which, after the
! moment to jib.
l. Get away. man-get away" cried
Peter. What are you waiting for?"
Hugh laughed.
ments Of this game are lost on you"
| Still smiling. he got out and walked
Cp to the perspiring driver.
"A warm day" he murmured
Pom Don't hurry: wen wait for you"
aback. stared at him speechlessly, he
strolled back to his own car
| Hugh-youre mad, quite mad"
said Peter resignedly. as with a splut-
terlng roar the other car started, but
aerodrome he stopped twice after a
| block in the traffic to make quite
sure that the pursuer should have no
chance Of losing him. and. by the
spinning toward their destination, the
gentlemen in the car behind fully
agreed with Darrell.
Al first he had expected some trick,
being a person of tortuous brain; but
| as time went on, and nothing nneI-
pected happened. he became reas-
sured. His ordrs were to follow the
millionaire. and inform Headquarters
where he was taken to. And assured
~ at the moment it seemed easy
as to hum gently to himself, after he
had put hand in his pocket to make
sure his automatic revolver was still
| there.
Then. quite suddenly. tn. bumm4nr
stopped and he frowned. The car in
front had swung OF the road and
turned through the entrance Of a
small aerodrome. 1t was a complica-
ton which had not entered his mind,
and with a curse he pulled up his car
just short of the gates. What the
devil was he to do now, Most as
suredly he could not pursue an air
| pane on a motor-even racer
aIino!y, without thinking. he did the
nrst thing that came into his head
be left his car standing where it was,
and followed the others into the aero
orome on foot. Perhaps he could find
out something from one of the me
enah,cs; .sI1 hts, some one might be able to
inere she was with the car beside
her. and already the millionaire was
being strapped into his seat Drum
mona was talking to the pilot, and
the sleuth. full of eagerness. accosted
a passing mechanic
can you tell me where that airplane
is going to-" he as',ed. ingratiatingly.
IL was perhaps NJ fortunate that the
said mechanic had just had a large
spanner dropped on his toe, and his
answer was not helpful. 1t was an
education in one way. and at any
other time the pursuer would have
treated 1t with the respect it deserved.
value. which made It the more unfor-
tunate that Peter Darrell should have
chosen that moment to look round.
Ana all he saw was the mechanic
! Whereupon he talked earnestly to
In thinking it over after, that un-
happy man. whose job had seemed 50
easy, louhu II u1Incult TO say exactly
what happened. All Of a sudden he
found himself surrounded by people
all very affable and most CONVERSE
tlonal. 1t took him quite five minutes
TO get back to his car. and by that
time the plane was speck in tho
west Drummond was standing bv
the gates when he got there, with a
look of profound surprise on his face,
"One have seen often" remarked
the soldier: two sometimes: three
; rarely; four ever. Fancy four pune
tures-all at the same time! Dear.
dear: positively insist on giving
He felt himself frresistfbly propAl1ed
toward Drummond's car. with only
time for a fleeting glimpse at his own
four fiat tires. and almost before he
realized it they were away After a
few minutes. when he had recovered
from his surprise. his hand went in
stinctively to his pocket. to fnd the
revolver had gone. And 1t was then
that the man he had thought mad
laughed gently.
"Didn't know I was once a pick
pocket. did YOU" he remarked affa-
bly,. "A handy little gun. too Is 1t
all right. Peter"
Continued in Tomorrow's Starl