New Britain herald., 1922-07-19
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Aou 1e talking ike an ass anC
 worse-a coward" Andrew interrupt
 ed with sudden, subdued fury. ger.
 ry's all right but you've forgotter
 Hobarts girl! Could she live dowr
 the fact that her uncle was a sui.
 cider" ,.,
 You know what chance we have
 of averting what Is .coming,,' Roger
 laughed in strained falsetto which
 made the listening detective shudder In spite Of himself and there was a
 quick movement within the room
 Pat had better live with the knowl~ edge that one or both of her uncles- and her father as well-had died by their own hands than that all three of them were-."
 Here! None of that" Andrew cried. He had evidently thrown caution to the winds for his toHes had risen to below and a door opened down the hall Miles retreated has tily toward his screening corner of the wall near the back. stairs but not before the sound of sharp struggle came from the room where the brothers were, followed by an oath and the tinkle and crash of shattered glass.
 At the thought Miles sprang down. stairs and darting out the window he concealed himself in the shadow of one of the great pillars No one was in sight. Leaping from the porch he ran around the rear of the house to the other side The pantry was dark now but the two faint patches of light from Rogers room still fell upon the sparse grass of last years lawn In the glow of the farther one, some thing glistened like a handful of dia- n.onds.
 Broken glass! He had anticipated .. pistol or perhaps even knife of some sort but not bottle!
 Throwing himself flat upon his face the detective writhed inch by inch Hong the ground until he was close to the scattered fragments of the bottle and then he saw among them a mum, Der of tiny white tablets. Seizing a handful of the gravel and tablets to- gether Miles stuffed 1t into a pocket of his trousers and ran swiftly around the house again to the library window.
 CHAPTER V.
 Carter was i'll the following morn ing-a touch of sciatica-and the new houseman was forced to assume the more complex duties.
 finder the kindly guidance of Pierre, he finished arranging the table for breakfast and then remembered the. mail When he had cleaned the lower hall a short time before 1t had not arrived. but now a small heap of letters and rolled circulars and peri odicals lay upon the table and he sorted. them rapidly. There was nothing for Andrew Drake nor Miss Patricia, but formidable pile of cor .espondence; awaited Roger and sev- eral letters were addressed to Miss Jerusha. There was only one en- velope to place beside Hobart Drake's plate.
 Miles noted idly that it was plain, With typed address and New York city postmark. Then he hurried out and returned with the, fruit just as the elder Miss Drake entered.
 Good morning, William" She in- clined her gray head formally T see you have made a good beginning. Mehitabel, my maid, tells me that Garter is i'll and you have assumed his duties"
 The three brothers entered almost together and took their places with perfunctory greeting to their sister. Roger seemed dropping and shaken and his drawn, young-old face paled as his glance fell on the heap of cor respondencer beside his plate He
 k,,rA nf horror and Andrew remarked:
 More scientific criticism, sup pose? Throw 1t all in the fire, old | man, and don't bother your head about it."
 Patricia's entrance created break ih the tenseness of the atmosphere, and she eyed the detective in startled | confused recognition, but his expres- sion was bland until he reached the shelter of the pantry to which her gaze had followed him when he risked a quick nod of warning and reassur- ance. A slight flush suffused her face and she turned to her father, only to cxclaim in amazement and alarm: Daddy, What Is it?"
 Only Miss Drake was silent but her eyes were fixed with burning intensity upon the empurpled countenance of her youngest brother as he brought his fist, clenching his solitary letter, down violently upon the table
 trouble he repeated hoarsely. Trouble enough!-It's each man for himself when you stand with your back against the wall, and I'm going 10 nght" .
 He strode from the room with the open letter still in his hand and they ( heard the library door close behind him and the key turn In the lock. '
 The meal ended shortly and Miles ' was clearing away the dishes and sil- yer when he observed that the envel- ope of the letter which had caused Hobart Drake such agitation was still Yng where he had dropped it, on the loor beside his chair. He stopped { hastily and pocketed it and then l finished his work ls the dining room