New Britain herald., 1922-08-24
lM RED HOUSE lAInR MYSTERY 8F1
 W MAINLINE

(Continued From Our Last Issue)
 Antony gave Bill smile and wal silent for a little, thinking.
 Is there another inn at Stanton fairly close to the station?"
 The Plough and Horscs-just a the corner where the road goes up tt the station-is that the one yo, mean?"
 That would be the one. suppos, you could do with a drink, couldn', you?"
 Rather" said Bill, with a grin.
 Good. Then have one at the Plough and Horses Have two, fl you like ,and talk to the landlord, oi landlady or whoever serves you. want to find out if anybody stayed there on Monday night"
 "Robert?" said Bill eagerly.
 T didn't say Robert" said Antony smiling. T just want you to find cut if they had visitor who slep, there on Monday night A stranger If so, then any particulars you can get of him, without letting the land lord know that you are interested-'
 Leave 1t to me-" broke in Bill know just what you want"
 Don't assume that 1t was Robert --or anybody else. Let them de- scribe the man to you. Don't influ- ence them, unconsciously by suggest ing that he was short or tall, or any thing of that sort. Just get them talking. If it's the landlord, you'd better stand him a drink or two." Right you are," said Bill confl- dently. Where do meet you again?"
 Probably at the George If you get there before me, you can order dinner for o'clock. Anyhow. we'll meet at 8, if not before"
 Good" He nodded to Antony and strode off back to Stanton again.
 Antony stood watching him with a rttle smile at his enthusiasm. Then he looked round slowly, as if in search of something. Suddenly he saw what he wanted. Twenty yards farther on | lane wandered off to the left, and there was gate little way up on the right-hand side of 1t. Antony walked to the gate, filling his pipe as he went. Then he lit his pipe, sat on the gate, and took his head in his hands.
 Now then" he said to himself Tets begin at the beginning"
 It was nearly o'clock when Will liam Beverley, the famous sleuth- hound, arrived. tired and dusty. at the George" to find Antony, cool and clean. standing bare-headed at the door, waiting for him.
 "Is dinner ready?" were Bills first words.
 "Yes."
 Then I'll just have a wash. Lord, I'm tired"
 T never ought to have asked you" said Antony penitently.
 moment" Halfway up the stairs he your room?"
 "Yes. Do you know the way?"
 "Yes. Start carving, will you? And order lots of beer" He dis appeared round the top of the stair case. Antony went slowly in.
 When the first edge of his appetite had worn off, and he was able to spare a little time between the mouth fuls, Bill gave an account of his ad- ventures The landlord of the Plough and Horses" had been sticky, decidedly sticky-Rill had been unable at first to get anything out of him. But Bill had been tactful; lorblessyou, how tactful he had been.
 "He kept on about the inquest, and what a queer affair it had been, and 20 on. Then l said carelessly that ! 1t must be very hard to remember anybody whom you had just seen once, so as to identify him after ward, and he agreed that it would be 'middlin hard and tltn-'
 Give me three guesses' inter rupted Antony. You asked him if he remembered everybody who came to his inn? ?"
 That's it. Bright, wasn't it?"
 Brilliant. And what was the re- yult?"
 "The result was a woman"