The Monmouth inquirer., 1923-04-19

MONK was the uISL 10 Spcdk.
"You may thank my friend you have
been warned, Mr.. Davis; otherwise it
had been my intention to let you find
out for yourself that your forgeries and
frauds have been discovered"
The Englishman was deadly pale. He
opened a cupboard with trembling
hands, took out a bottle, and poured
himself out a large glass OF cognac.
: Have you anything more to say to
him? If not, let US go; / can no longer
stand the sight of the scoundrel."
"Ali right" answered Monk, and we
went quickly up the cabin stairs and into
the long-boat which awaited US.
you weren't going to tell him, then.
that all his rascality had been discov-
ered?"
mo, ! wanted him to fall into the
hands Of the English police. But now
he'll take good care not to put his foot
on English soil any more"
you ought to have warned me be-
forehand."
st is not worth bothering about, For
the rest of his life he will be a wretched
exile, without money and without
friends ! know he has already ruined
his father, old Davis, He possesses
nothing now but his yacht. 1t was by
the skin Of his teeth that he got away
from his creditors in England this time"
q Il X y
Some months later, the following
paragraph appeared in the paper:
ANOTHER VICTIM TO THE DEMON OF
GAMBLING,
The well-known yacht Deerhoands
which last year won the queens cup at
the Cowes regatta. has just arrived at
Monaco, The owner, a certain Mr..
Howell. sold the yacht, as he had lost
all lis money at the tables. He after
ward continued to play, with the result
that this morning he was found in the
park with a bullet-hole in his head and
a discharged pistol in his hand.
1t was full summer, and the fruit
trees stood white with blossoms, in the
garden of Villa Ballarat.
A party Of five people sat in the cool
shade of the museum, while the warm
summer air blew in at the open door.
"The hand Of justice reached him
soone than we had expected" said |,
when Monk had read these lines aloud.
Peace be with his bones!" said old
Prick, with JUNCTION. "Old Davis was a
big seoundrel; but, upon my soul, l
think his son was worse"
But what are you going to do now%
said Clara. Cannot the matter be taken
up again? ! think it would be a great
shame if the world did not get to know
of all that has taken place; especially
those who at the time threw stones at
Sigrid."
mo n was found guilty" said
Monk; land | do not believe we could
get the matter taken UP again, except
- Here Monk glanced at his wife.
"All the people whose opinion l
value" answered Mrs. Monk, softly,
know my story as well as ! know it
myself, and shudder at the thought of
appearing again IN court.
Il have an idea" ! exclaimed, (which
solves the difficulty. ! will write a
novel about old Tricks diamond The
whole town will read It, of course. Then,
don't you see, Innocence will be vindi-
Gated, Justice appeased, and /, as a Just
and fitting reward for M efforts in the
cause of Right, will undoubtedly be
crowned with the immortelles of Lit
erary Success. What do you say to the
plan?"
Old Prick jumped up, and Selling my
hands within his own, shook them so
vigorously that they fairly ached before
he let them go again. Gust the thing"
he shouted; just the thing You've hit
til Won't it surprise some of EN-! Oh,
won't i'll Ha! hal my boy, go ahead
III supply the paper and the pens-Ill
supply EN-, and the ink, toor' And he
returned to his seat beaming ~delightedly.
Monk and his wife, interrogating each
others eyes, said nothing, but smiled
their approval; and l., seeing it, felt it
to be sufficient.
AS for my wife, she leant back in
her chair, and, fitting her head roguishly
to n side, laughed wickedly.
Il only hope he won't find the i'm
mortelles toe heavy for continuous
wear" was all she said.
THE END