Evening star., 1921-09-04

story for you. And what's you beastly
detective trade make of that?"
You know. Mrs. Charlecote. he's al
ways in such hurry. Reggie said.
it, You are dimeuls. chariecote. old
thing. Is your mind capable of re-
ceiviin' a thought? Yes. Well. just
! suppose that 1 may have refused to
act for you, because it would be bet
ter for the son and heir shouldn't ne
actin to his order"
what the deuce do you mean?"
well. 1 don't quite know, you
! know. Do you? Is there anything you
| really want to tell me?"
II never want to see you again.
"Geofrrey!" his wife protested.
| "Oh, he's not chatty this afternoon.
Mrs Charlecote. So sorry" Reggie
extricated himself from her oners OF
| tea. and slid away.
4 i * +
DUT he was annoyed. Against his
- will. the opinion of DR.. Newton
forced itself into his mind. "An odd
strain in Godfrey. as it were some
thing abnormal or thrawn. a certain
violence of temperament" 1t was 80.
Confound the oily old family doctor.
money? Mere Quixotry? A passionate
desire to clear himself from the i'll
fame of profting by the old mans
death? Probably, oh, probably. But
there was feeling called remorse
found in human nature. And why did
the money? She ought to want her
husband clear of i'll fame. You
would expect a woman to care more
about that than the man himself.
And you would expect woman to
share her husbands rage with the
| bo~rfl VUhn had mot Sfnclx I'M for
him. Instead of which the angel wife
was very anxious to keep on good
| terms with that horrid man. Because
he represented the police? Or why
else? She had a dubious way with
her, the angel wife.
Reggie was worried-a rare state
for him-and he took himself to his
least sociable club. He was sitting
F., there, glowering at a scientific Amer
! ican paper. when the voice of Lomas
addressed him.
'Care killed a cat. Reginald Why
so blue?'
Reggie sat up. Life is real, life is
| earnest. Lomas. And the grave is not
the goal. That's because of our filthy
profession, which is always bothering
ried. am going to worry YOU"
| As they walked in st. James Park
Reggie told him of the queer talk in
the studio. II want comfort. Lomas.
old thing" he concluded. Comfort
| me-"
my dear Fortune! It's quite clear.
what? Unsatisfactory case, profound
| ly unsatisfactory. But it's quite clear
always thought those two were in it.
| Probably the sweet young wife did it,
or put Geoffrey up to it. Now he
funks and she doesn't. Women carry
of these things better than men,
don't you know?"
Il don't know. I don't know any
thing. Lomas, old dear. you are
grateful and comfortin', you really
are. knew you'd say that. And
know it's all wrong"
| "My poor dear fellow! You, never
will reconcile yourself to an unsatis-
1 factory case. It's SO common too
a caSe you can't act on while you
know It's sound"
''Oh. Peter! You can always act on
q sound case"
I you're SO young" Lomas smiled
indulgently.
We've missed something. don't you
seer
.And what have we missed, Reginald? !?
Reggie pulled him up and looked
looked at the ducks. Then. cousin
Herbert" he said. "The evasive
elusive Cousin Herbert. why do we
lnever come up against Cousin
lHerbert2"
because he had nothing to do with
1t, whatw
Because we haven't looked TO,
Lomas gave an impatient laugh
t'This is absurd. my dear fellow. That
pallfd, tame cat Of mani!
"You let some Of your fellows snifl
sHy dear Fortune! sof course thsy