New Britain herald., 1922-08-18

place" said Antony puffing slowly n
 hls pipe. He's got the body, O whatever 1t is, In the passage. Wha will he do next?"
 Come out again" said Bill help fully.
 Yes; but which end?"
 Bill sat up with n start.
 By love, you mean that he will r, out at the far end by the bowling sreen7"
 Don't you think 60 Just irnag,n, him walking across the lawn in full view Of tho. house at midnight, witl body in his arms. He can get ou by the bowling green. and then come to the pond without ever being 1T sight of the house at all"
 'fou're right Now, what's tht next thing?"
 The next thing is to mark the exact place in the pond where he drops-whatever he drops"
 So that we can fish 1t out again. '
 If we can see what 1t is, we shan't want to. The police can have a eo al It tomorrow But if it's something we can't identify from distance then we must try and get 1t out. To see whether it's worth telling the police about"
 Yves, said Bill, wrinkling his forehead. "Of course, the trouble with water is that one bit of 1t looks pretty much like the next bit I don't know if that had occurred to you"
 Tt had" smiled Antony. Lets come and have a look at it."
 They walked to the edge of the copse, and lay down there in silence, looking at the pond beneath them. See anything?" said Antony at l last.
 "What?"
 The fence on the other side.' What about it?" Well, it's rather useful that's all"
 Said Sherlock Holmes enigmati- cally,'' added Bill. "A moment later, his friend Watson had hurled him into the pond"
 Antony laughed.
 T love being sherlocky," he said. Its very unfair of you not to play up to me"
 Why is that fence useful, my dear Holmes?" said Bill obediently.
 Because you can take a bearing On 1t. You see"
 "Yes, you needn't stop to explain to me what bearing is."
 T wasn't going to. But you're lying here"-he looked up-"under- reath this pine-tree. Cayley comes out in the old boat and drops his parcel in. You take line from here on to the boat and mark it off on the fence there. Say it's the fifth post from the end Well, then I take a line from my tree-we'll find one for me directly-and it comes on to the twentieth post, say, And where the two lines meet there shall the eagles be gathered together. q. E. D. And there, almost forgot to remark, will the taller eagle, Beverley by name, do his famous diving act. AS performed nightly at the Hippodrome.
 Bill looked at him uneasily.
 I say, really? It's beastly dirty | water you know"
 I'm afraid 50, Bill. So 1t Is writ ten in the book of Jasher"
 "Of course I know that one of us "oulQ nave 10, put uOptu--ou, we'll it's warm night"
 Just the night for bathe," agreed l Antony, getting up. Well now let's have a look for my tree"
 They walked down to the margin Of the pond and then looked back B!lls tree stood up and took the evening, tall and unn1istakable, fifty feet nearer to heaven than its neigh bors. But it had its fellow at the l othe rend of the copse, not quite so tall perhaps, but equally conspicuous.
 That's where I shall be- said An tony, pointing to it. Now, for the Lords sake, count your posts accur- ately.p
 Thanks very much, but shall do it for my own sake" said Bill with feeling. T don't want to spend the whole night diving
 Fix on the post in straight line with you and the splash, and then count backward to the beginning or the fence"
 Right old boy. Leave it to me, l can do this on my head"
 Well, that's how you will have to do the last part of it." said Antony
 
 with a smile.
 He looked at his watch. It was nearly time to change for dinner They started to walk back to the house together,
 At midnight the pond was waiting for them. more solemn in the moon light The trees which crowned the sloping bank on the far side of 1t were n,ysteriously silent. It seemed that they had the world very much 10 themselves.
 Almost unconsciously Antony spoke in a whisper.
 There's your tree, there's mine As long as you don't move, there's 10 chance of his seeing. you After 1es gone, don't come out till l do Ie won't be here for quarter or an 1our or so, so don't be impatient
 'Righto," whispered Bill.
 Antony gave him a nod and smile, md they walked off to their posts.
 (Continued in Our Next lssue) The wedding cake, cut by the br1de'