The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1922-03-25

saw him yesterday he seemed nor
ribly churlish, and declared that you
were n spy OF the British 1ntelli-
gence Department."
"Well?" asked. opening my eyes.
wal, my dear Billy, what he said
is pretty near the truth. OF course.
You're not spy In the sense OF the
word that you receive any monetary
reward. You are n patriotic Eng.
!ishmau-and that's all about it,"
All" I laughed. Evidently
Evans doesn't like me. Well.
thought 80. and that's why I didn't
call upon him with you. What about
his wife? Is she with him?'
Now that's Just the very point
We are pals. and III tell you tho
truth. He declares that you were
with him in Constantinople. and you
tried to mike love TO his wife,"
pursed my lips and remained
silent.
as she with him here in Parish"
asked.
Il don't think so. II she had been
he would have surely asked me to
meet her"
Then you know her." I asked
eagerly. referring, OF course. to the
woman who had lost her life in Con-
stantinOple.
"Of course: a very pretty woman.
met her with him at the Pera
Palace HOTEL
And .he isn't here with him?
! asked my friend. looking straight
into his big round face.
Not 10 my knowledge. Why?" he
asked, opening his eyes.
"Oh, nothing. I'm sorry your
friend Evans dislikes me, that's ALL
My dearnBilly. all Of us have
enemies. AM some Of US very bitter
oncs." he declared consolingly.
Don't bother over It. II you were
little too courteous to madame In
Constantinople II is all Of the past.
Put a tombstone over it, my dear
old chap"
An -Four later. when I was In my
room. page brought me a card.
lamont, Of the Surate. had called.
Three minutes later he entered, and
said:
We'll, m'sIeur, since you had q
chat with our director we have been
very busy with telegraphic inqui-
rirs. and from what we learned VIC
decided upon arresting your friend
with the gloved hands. An hour ago
three agents called at his hotel, only
to find that yesterday. at the lunch
con hour. he. accompanied by ms-
dame. left in n taxi without luggage
and have not returned"
Gone" I gasped. Gone agRini
And this time he has taken with
him another woman whom he In
tends shall be his yictim!"
Two hours later became further
puzzled when Rowe came to me in a
state Of great excitement. saying:
i've just had wire from Rot
terdam. and I must leave by the six
o'clock train. I've got some big busi-
ness there. Afterwards III have to
90 over to New York. 7 expect. But
we'll meet again very soon. old chap.
Come. have n final cocktail" and he
drew me into the American bar ana
compelled me to wish him bon voy-
age.
Did Arthur Rowe know OF the as
sassins flight? Was he following
him?
That was certainly the impression
left upon my mind. l was half in
clined to telephone to Ducell!er, and
yet-wcll, Rowe was such a good
fellow, even though he was so very
crratic.
Fully a year went past.
had neither seen nor heard or
Rowe. much less Of the man who
had so clcvcrly slipped through tho
fingers Of the Continental police.
One morning at my club I found
among my letters a little note from
Tressider. dated from Scotland Yard.
asking mo to call next time I hap
pened 10 DO near. That afternoon.
when 7 entered his sombre office on
the first floor. he greeted me warmly.
and said:
Well. how about that friend OF
yours who always wore gloves"
replied that I had entirely lost
trace Of him since those days IN
Paris
He then took from his drawer
copy OF London daily newspaper OF
week before. and pointed to
small paragraph.
This I read. and found that II was
brief report OF how an inspector
and two sergeants Of the Criminal
Investigation Department had on
the previous morning gone to n large
country mansion near Bungay, IN
Suffolk, TO arrest its owner. rich
man named Capel whose wife had
died in London week before. The
man, faced by the officers OF tho
law, had suddenly produced tabloid
from his pocket. land. before they
could prevent him. swallowed It.
Five minutes later he was dead.
The man known In Suffolk az
Capel was none other than your
friend Cathrart, alias Evans, and
aims dozen other nameA" remark.
ed my frio'Id. We had only just
fixed him after the mysterious death
nf his last wife. woman whose late
husband had possessed the fine
house in which Capel ended his life.
The reason he kept his hands gloved.
We found. was that the tw" middle
fingers O. his left hand were mis-
sing. and these had been replaced by
false ones. The motive 81 the gloves
was to conceal his dcformity. and
thus prevent him from being readily
identified"