Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1923-02-27

that the hs1i Of ar.is; faA ever
fashioned. a3iust5i par CT GSrS
spectacIes and maze ny eX!:.
There was some co:1rot.on =: tie
street OUTSIDE, ana the freckled
young lady behind the counter paid
scant attention % r1r.
The telephone sovvice doesn't &c!
any better" I said pleasantly. Its
taken me nearly ten minutes TO set
two numbers"
She accepted my complaint with
equanimity. Her attention was still
on the street outside.
what is IL? y firc?" I asked.
She shook her head.
Il don't know" she answered.
| thcrcupon made my way into tbs
street. There was u little crowd il
Woo.lerton Road, and a motor ambu-
lance came dashing up. l stroIled .
lalong the broad thoroughfare until I J
sighted a taXicab. 1 hailed the man
and hestated for moment, glane.
ing up at the sky.
rs it going to keep fne?" asked
the driver.
Hes considered the point for a mo-
ment. Don't fancy there's much
more rain about, guvnor," he re-
Piled.
Then drive to Streatham Hill Sta.
ton" l directed.
From Streatham Hill l Travelled to
London Bridge by the eigctrIS rail.
way, and from London Bridge /
., 30
terloo l caught the ten-forty train to
Brookwood, and from the hotel there,
where l paused for some slight re.
freshment, l engaged a taxicab to
drive me to Linkside, the country
retreat of certain Mr.. James Stan
field, situated on the fringe Of
Woking Golf Links. William, my
man-of-all-work, was digging in the
garden and welcomed me with the
bucOlic Indifference of his class.
Janet, his niece, admitted me
promptly to the house and received
my unexpected visit with a respect.
full lack of curiosity that was a heri-
tage of her earlier training as par
lormaid. She lit the fire in the little
sitt'ng.room and listened to my few
remarks with imperturbable pleas
.antness. Yet on that morning, per-
haps more than any other in my
life, felt a shadow of uheasiness
concerning Janet. l watched her in
silence, STOPPING over the fire, a
young woman with a figure whose
perfection her Hitting corsets and
clothes failed altogether to conceal,
pale of complexion, with introspec-
tive, queer-colored eyes, loselipped,
and with a mass of well-brushed
glossy brown hair. When she stood
up, a little flushed with her exer-
waiting for orders. ] am not a sus-
ceptible man, but it struck me for
the first time that the girl was more
than ordinarily good-loolling.
Nothing has happened during my
absence, Janet?" l inquired.
Nothing at all. sir" she replied.
Nobody called?"
There was a rate-collector," she
said. He wanted TO know your ad.
dress in London"
did you tell him?'
II do not know it, SIR" she re-
minded me quietly.
l removed my glasses and polished
them. l am an expert physiogno-
mist, but the girls impassivity baffled
me.
II win leave il with you before l
go away next time" promised.
please put me out gray tweed
golf-sait and stockings"
Shall you be requiring lunch,
sir?" she asked.
Il win lunch at the Cole Club" ]
told her. II shall dine at home"
She left me silently and without
further remark. When I went up-
stairs, a few minutes later, my bed
room as usual was spotlessly neat,
my golfng clothes laid out without
any single omission. l discarded my
somewhat heterogeneous articles OF
attire, donned my golfing habili.
ments with some care, and made my
way to the links. In the passage Of
the clubhouse I met the secretarv.
Are you wanting a game this
afternoon, Mr.. Stanfeld?" he asked.
II should be glad of one" ] 70.
piled.
There's a man just come down."
he went on, four handicap. You
will find him in the eriIl.''
l made my way there. Seated at
a table alone Uas Sir Norman
GTeyes, the mG2 who had watched
for my arrest, few hours ago, in
Woolierton Road BriXton.
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