The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-05-14

mad come. In the meantime he begged
me to return to London with him. The
suggestion was not at first altogether
attractive to me.
Il don't like being driven away from
my own home" 1 grumbled. BE
sides, there will be nothing for me
to do in London at this time of the
year"
"Greyes,' he said earnestly, listen
to me: You can play golf round Lon
don and get on with your book. You
are far safer there than you would
be in an unprotected neighborhood
like this. But apart from that alto
gether we want you up there. This
wave Of crime in New York has
ceased. Paris, too, Is quieter. The
chief is profoundly impressed with
the belief that it is because opera
tons are being transferred to Lon
dom"
When do you want me to Gomez"
asked.
Back with me tonight" no an
swered promptly.
I had told Huntington Of all the
material things which had happened
to me down at Greyes Maror, but
had not spoken of that curious sense
of impending evil which had clouded
my days, and the prescience Of which
had been so remarkably verified. We
We're scarcely crossing the first stretch
Of ExmOOr, however, when the mem
DRY of it came back to me. and with
the memory of an overpowering re-
turn Of the feeling itself. filled a
pipe, stretched myself out in a cor
ner of the car and set myself to fight
this grim ogre Of fear.
It was no easy matter, however.
All through the night I was haunted
with fancies. The gorse-bushes on
the moors seemed like crouching men,
the whistle from distant railway sta
ton a warning Of impending danger.
In a small village before we ar
rived at Taunton. a man stood in the
open doorway OF his house, looking
out at the night. He scanned us as
we passed and turned away.
Through the uncurtained window Of
his sitting room I saw a telephone on
his table.
At .WiveIiscombe. a man with
motorcycle stood silent as we passed
He leaned forward as though to see
the number OF our car. In ten min
utes he raced past US, mis- powerful
engine making the night hideous with
its unsilenced explosions. Across
Salisbury Plain. as we drew near
Stonehenge. a cruelty cold wind was
blowing. We drank from a flask
which I had brought, and wrapped
ourselves up a little closer. At some
crossroads. high up in the hleakest
part. another car was waiting, its
lights out, its appearance sinister. We
passed it, however, at fifty miles an
hour and the man who was IT'S sole
occupant scarcely looked at us.
We passed through Amesbury, up
the long rise to Andover, through
BasingstOxe. and settled down into ii
steady fifty miles an hour along won
derful roads The moon was paling
now. and there were signs Of dawn;
right ahead OF us was a thin streak
Of silver in the clouds. slowly chang
ing to dull purple. Before we had
realized It, we were in the outskirts
of London, our pace gradually re-
duced but still racing through the
sombre twilight
At Isleworth, Just as We had passed
under the railway arch, I felt the
brakes suddenly applied and thrust
my head out of the window We had
come almost to a standstill. stopped
by stalwart policeman who. note
book in hand, had been talking to
the occupant of a touring car drawn
up by the side of the road. He came
up to the open window
Are you gentlemen going through
to London?" he inquired.
1--WE are" 7 told him. What can
we do for you?"
The words had scarcely left my
lips when I knew that we were in
trap I realized it just In time to
save my life I struck with all my
force at the ugly little black revolver
which was thrust almost into my
face There was a report, a sharp
pain at the top Of my shoulder, and
the revolver itself slipped from the
mans crushed fingers. I was within
an ace of having him by the throat
but he Just eluded me. The touring
car was now passing us slowly, and
he leaped into it, leaving his helmet
lying in the road. A third man. who
seemed to rise up from underneath our
car, tore along and jumped in behind,
and they shot forward, travelling at q
most astonishing pace.
Rinmington shouted to our chauf-
feur through the tube with the idea
of pursuing them. We started for
ward with a series of horrible bumps,
and came almost Immediately to a
standstill. I sprang out. Both our
back tires had been stabbed through
with some sharp instrument. In the
distance, the other car had rounded
the corner, and with screaming siren,
was racing away for London.
Janet Takes Up the Story:
1t was toward the middle Of October
when I heard from my husband for
the first time in many months. For
long time my luck had been afro
cious I lost the greater part of the
money paid me for the recovery Of
Mrs Trumperton-Sm diamonds,
by an investment in small millinery
business which I discovered, too late
to be already mOribund. I had lost
post after post for the same mad
dening reason. My looks had suffered
through priVation, and my shabby
clothes were unbecoming enough; but
if I had been Helen of Troy herself, l
could coo, -oaI1y have avOLxad moro rrO-