New Britain herald., 1922-04-17
Continued For Our Last Issue


 "He had-once, He showed me the letter Well, you, know old man, every fox knows what foxes smell like; and I smelt dear brother solicitors smell In that letter. Ask ing him to make Il home possible for her to return 10 so tAcy might re- sumo their life together,
 "1 handed 1t back. ] said, I'm again I said I'm, you remember old man, there was that remark that remark that perhaps the girl might have n claim on you, Rcmem- Der that, don't you?
 By Jove, l thought for minute hr was going 10 flare up and let me have It. But he laughed as if was fool and said, oh, good Lord, man, that's utterly ridiculous. Man alive. with all my faults, my wife knows me-
 CHAPTER III
 On day q month later-in May Hapgood said:
 Now I'll tell you. Old Sabre by love, it's frightful. He's crashed.
 Look here, it's in two parts, this sudden development Two parts morning and afternoon yesterday and a bit today. And of all extraordinary places to happen at-lsrighton.
 "Ycs, Brighton, was down there for a Saturday to Monday with my Missus. Monday morning we were summing on the pier, she and I.
 Well, all of a sudden she began, oh, what a frightfully interesting face that mans got"
 'I looked across. Old Sabre
 T went over to him. His face was like shout on sunny morning. Yes, he was pleased. l like to think how jolly pleased the old chap was.
 "I got old Sabre on to a secluded bench and started in on him. What on earth was he doing down at Brighton, and how were things?
 He said Things *? Things are happening with me, Hapgood. Not to me-with me. I had to get away from them for bit I'm going back to- morrow. Fife was right-with her baby. She was glad I should go glad for me. I mean. Top of her own misery, Hapgood, she's miserable at what she says she's let me in for. She's always crying about it. She's torn between knowing my house is the only place where she can have her baby, between that and seeing what her coming into the place has caused. She spends her time trying To 1 {J,; ,1,o o1,1 me comfortable. It's pathetic, you know. Jumped at this sudden idea of mine of getting away for couple of days. Fused over mo packing up and all that, you know. Look, just to show you how she hunts about for anything to do for me-said my old straw hat was much too shabby for Brighton and would l get her some stuff. oxalic acid, and let her clean it up for me. A IS a matter of fact she made such shocking mess of the hat that I hardly liked to wear it. Couldn't hurt her feelings, though. Chucked it into the sea when I got here and bought this one. Make a funny story for her when I get back about how it blew off. That's the sort of life we Iedu together, 11dpSOOQ. s(IlNe you an other example. Just when I had brought her the stuff for my hat. Met me with, Had I lost anything? Said l was to guess. Guessed at last that it must be my cigaret case It was. She'd found i. lying about and took me to show where she'd put it for safety-in the back of the clock in my room. Said I was always to look there for any little valuables I might | miss, and wanted to know how she liked to be careful of my things like that. Fussing over me, dyou see?
 That's the sort of life we lead 1 together, Hapgood-together; but the life I'm caught up in, the things that are happening with ne, that I'm right in the middle of, that I felt l had to get away from for bit astounding, Hapgood, astounding, amazing *"
 Hapgood. if I kept forty women in different parts of London and made no secret of it, nothing would be said. People would know l was rather a shameless lot, my little ways would be an open secret, but nothing would be said. 1 should be received every where. But I'm thought to have