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stare as they clasped hands. Scot
tie, what's come over you that you
are fooling around with the idle
rich at a country club?"
Didn't you hear, Owen, my lad? ?"
Fergus McCready beamed joyously
on his youthful friend. This COM
| munity has seen fit to take me up
social like. and I've taken up my
own national game to keep IN
shape"
''I've got a bigger game on than
golf, Scottie, and L hoped you would
like to take a hand in it with me-"
He paused SUCCESSFULLY and Sco.-
tie rose to the bait.
What is the case, laddie? ?"
When the story was concluded he
remarked briefly:
I'm with you. 1t may be a mad
house we're going to but it sounds
to me like something very differ
ent."
CHAPTER III
Just after the dinner hour that
evening Sergeant Miles, alias Will
liam Brown, the new houseman,
presented himself at the kitchen
door of the square old Colonial
house in which so many genera
tons of the Drake family had lived.
An elderly butler made his ap-
~pearance.
THE new houseman? Miss Drake
will see you in the servants sitting
ROOM"
Almost Immediately a tall, gray
haired woman entered.
my niece engaged you at our
usual agency?" Her voice was
deeply c%ontralto and it seemed to
Miles hat her bright, dark eyes be
meath the strong brows were at
tempting to bore him through. "D1d
she explain the duties which would
be required of you?"
Everything is quite satisfactory,
| William" she said, after he had an
swered the routine questions. I'VE
will give you a trial. Carter will
show you to your and Pierre
will have some supper prepared for
you in the servants dining room"
Carter, the butler, reappeared a1i
led the way up two flights of back
| stairs to a small but immaculate
| room at the side of the house. Miles
| waited until he heard the others
footsteps descending the stairs be-
fore he extinguished the light and
raised the shade.
| As he looked across the grounds
a stumbling male figure strolled
down the drive. 1t was assured!r
neither the rotund chef nor the
elderly, dignified butler. Could it be
the outside man or was there an
eavesdropper, an interloper hanging
about the place?
Descending to the ground floor
| Miles wandered out through the
entry and across the driveway.
The hour was growing late and /.
was probable hat he would have no
opportunity hat night to %encounter
the three brothers. Miles turned
| just as the stumbling figure came
sauntering around the bushes.
"What you dom here?" The ne
gro's teeth were chattering in his
head.
who are you?" Miles countere ]
amiably. I'm William Brown, the
new houseman."
Oats de truf? I'm Ripides Lunt
! Rip for short, night Waterman til
outdoors in de daytime"
"Why what's the matter?" Miles
laughed. There can't be any dan
ger of tramps or burglars"
Ripides chewed ruminatively fol
a moment.
"There's more dan tramps an
thieves can come sashayin' round
Some mighty funny things goin' or
in dis here neighborhood lately an
when de next comes off it's goin' t.
be where Rip Lunt ANTI got Il
be mOvin'!,"
CHAPTER "
Without encountering the reluc'
tant night Waterman again, Mile
entered the house and made his waj
up the back stairs to his own room
All was dark on-that side of the
house now save in the room just be
low his own.
Some one was pacing the floor Of
that room below with a measure
tread which told of deep concentra
ton.
| Drawing on a dark bathrobe an(
slippers Miles opened his door noise.
lessly and crept down n flight o
stairs, making for the door whict
he calculated as being directly un'
der his own. He had gone but q
few steps when a door across the
hall opened with a jerk, and
short, almost burly figure witt
touseled brown hair and a heavy
sun-browned countenance crossed
to the other door and turned the
knob softly.
Miles was close enough to heal
the subdued, yet urgent tones of tn.
newcomer.
Roger, let me in! I want tt
speak to you!'
what is it. Andrew? Am I nevei