The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1921-09-13

lyon can imagine, Watson, how
shocked both his son and I were. His
attack did not last long, however, for
when we undid his collar. and
sprinkled the water from one of the
finger-glasses over his face, he gave
a gasp or two and sat up.
All, boys, said he, forcing a smile, |
L hope haven't frightened you. Strong |
as look, there is a weak place in my
heart, and ii does not take much to
knock me over. / don't know how you
manage this, Mr.. Holmes, but it seems
TO me that all the detectives of fact
and fancy would be children in your
hands. That's your line of life, sir,
and you may take the word of a man
who has seen something of the world.
And that recommendation with the
exaggerated estimate of my ability
with which he prefaced it, was, if you
will believe me, Watson, the very first
thing which ever made me feel that
a profession might be made out of
what had up to that time been the
merest hobby At the moment, how
ever, was too much concerned at the
sudden illness of my host to think OF
anything else.
81 hope that l have said nothing to
pain your said I
well, you certainly touched upon
rather a tender point Might l ask
how you know, and how much you
know He spoke now in half-jest-
ing fashion, but look of terror still
lurked at the back of his eyes.
1T is simplicity ITSELF said |.
When you barred your arm to draw
that fish into the boat l saw that ]. A.
had been tattooed in the bend of the
elbow. The letters we're still legible,
but it was perfectly clear from their
blurred appearance and from the
staining of the skin round them, that
efforts had been made to obliterate
them. 1t was obvious, then, that
those initials had cnce been very
familiar to you, and that you had
afterwards wished to forget them
What an eye you have!' he cried,
with sigh of relief 1T is just as
you say But we won't talk of it, OF
all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves
are the worst. Come into the billiard
room and have quiet cigar
From that day, amid all his cordial
ity, there was always a touch of sus-
pcion in Mr.. Trevor's manner toward
me. Even his son remarked it, You
have given the governor such turn,
said he, that he'll never be sure again
OF what you know and what you don't
know He did not mean to show it,
! am sure, but it was so strongly in
his mind that it peeped out at every
action At last l became so convinced
that l was causing him uneasiness
that drew my visit to close. On
he very day, however, before left, an
incident occurred which proved in the
sequel to be of importance.
we were sitting out upon the lawn
on garden chairs, the three of us
basking in the sun and admiring the
view across the Breads, when a maid
came out TO say that there was a man
al the door who wanted to see Mr.
Trevor.
What is his Nance asked my host
He would not give any.
What does he want, them
He says that you know him, and
that he only wants moments con
yersation'
SHOW him round here An instant
afterwards there appeared a little
wizened fellow with a cringing man
ner and shambling style of walking
He wore an open jacket, with &
splotch of tar on the sleeve, red-and
black check shirt, dungaree trousers
and heavy boots badly worn. His face
was thin and brown and crafty. witt
a perpetual smile upon it, which
showed an irregular line OF yellow
teeth, and his crinkled hands were
half closed in way that is distinc