Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-07-28
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friend.'
sad" Grayle returned. "Rogel
is"
His seizure has not yet taken g
fatal turn, but it Is well to be pre-
pared. But here come the others.
What is the meaning of this?'
Hobart attired in a robe and slippers
appeared in the doorway. "Grayle
you here?"
! Hello, Grayle?" Andrews voice
sounded from behind his brother
William told me o wanted me
What's up now?"
IL do want you, Andrew, and you,
too. Hobart" The attorneys tones
were low. IF you will wait until
your sister joins us-?"
Patricia" The cry came from
the stairs and Miss Drake tottered
into the room and fell into the near
est chair. "She is gone again! Why
is Mr.. Grayle here and what have
you to tell us, Mr.. Wells?"
Every little. Your new servant,
William. is here to explain the situa-
ton"
Miles had entered quietly and An
drew turned with a snarl.
william eh ~" He added an
oath. "Who the - are you, any
way?"
"A special agent employed by a
member of this family to protect
their interests, sir" Miles replied.
still respectfully.
you, John?" Hobart took a step
forward. by CAD, you've gone too
fart"
1T is the end!" Jerusha Drake
bowed her proud head and buried
her face in her hands.
Il suppose that lunatic upstairs
went to you and you saw a chance
of making a fat fee out of us. Jul
muck-raker!" Andrew advanced
threateningly upon the attorney.
II was consulted by my ward Pa
tricia Drake. who is safe and in good
hands," Wells responded. II am CO.
guardian with her father. AS for
cheap private detective Ser
geant owen Miles from police head
quarters will speak for himself"
trop-!" Grayle rose slowly from
his chair.
NO, you don't!" Andrew leaped
for him. Cant you see it's a plant?
That we are done for? You'll take
your medicine the same as me-"
Are you mad?" The spare. white
haired figure threw him off with un-
expected strength, and turned in
offended dignity to Hobart. "Mr.
your brother"
HE is not his brother!" A nasal, |
feminine voice wrung with anguish
them all as Ora Hawks
slipped through the opened French
window from the veranda and point
ed an accusing finger. THAT man is
not Andrew Drake!"
At the same moment Maize Gray,
flamboyant even in crisp new
widows weeds, entered the door
with Scottie and the impassive
Barker behind her.
f'Net-not Andrew" Miss Drake
seemed oblivious to the arrival of
the trio as she lifted astounded and
Mortified eyes to the face of her old
friend.
Andrew Drake died in Australia
three years ago." Miles said gravely.
This lady will be able to inform you
of the identity of the imposter.
He indicated MaiZie, but she drew
herself up with a laugh.
I'm? / never laid eyes on i'm
until larst week, but / can tell you
right enough 90 that w'ite-'aired
old cove isl Els Ben Gray. my law
fully welded husband, as left me and
the Salisbury Repertory Company in
Victoria two years ago."
The erstwhile naturalist sprang
for the door but Miles, recovering
himself, called sharply:
farrell! Marks! Here are your
men!"
Gray struck out blindly, but
Marks seized him in an iron grip
and Scottie tore off the white wig,
disclosing the sleek. close-cropped
black hair which more naturally ac-
corded with the culprit's bright,
dark eyes and stalwart, athletic
frame. Farrell was watching the
mar who had posed as Andrew
Drake and who had all at once re-
gained control of himself. He stood
waiting quietly with a half-smile
upon'his lips.
CONTINUED in our next issue)