Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1923-03-29

-.ved q have beer tho -.z3io r.,
door Of 4 long outbui!s-a. So,
open. We paused to- lra< :r.s:.s,
There was a furniture van tSs-.,
and inside. some clothing c. r,,,.4,,
Corduroy. The uniforms Of 49,
pseAIdo-porters at Waterloo were -.
counted for.
Entrance to the studio itseaf vsns
gained by means Of a st'zut oak drs.r
obviously barred and boIted. W.
went round to the back, crassips-
lawn where the grass and wea.,g
were up to our knees. We failed a
discover any other door, but soma
how or other we found our way
through a smashed window into the
great room with its dome-sbaned
ceiling. l think, even as we entered
we realized that we were too late
The place was empty. A small
forge was burning: there were sev.
eral strange-looking vessels living
about the floor; the Golfers, coverr.3
only by a piece of mating which
Huntington kicked aside. were
ranged against the wall. There WIS
not a sound to be heard, but the
place smelled of tobacco smoke. and
indeed there was a faint cloud Of
blue smoke still hanging about the
roof.
We've lost themF' Huntington
muttered.
we have the gold, though" I re-
minded him.
And Michael, I trust" was the
fervent rejoinder.
WYE searched the house, which
w was empty and desolate. Then
we sent to the local police.
station and arranged for the gold to
be removed. Afterward we called on
the house agent. He made little
grimace when we mentioned the
Sanctuary.
Thought I'd let it to lady sculp-
tor" he declared. She paid for the
house for a month, to see whether
she could work there-wanted to do
her own casting or something"
She paid you for the month,
hope?" Huntington inquired.
''Oh, she paid that, all right" the
agent replied. - wish these old
places were all pulled down. They're
more trouble than they're worth"
Did the lady bring you any refer,
ences?" l asked.
II didn't ask for any" the house
agent replied frankly. II was only
too glad to get anyone even to talk
about the property. Besides, the lady
put the money down"
Nevertheless" Huntington said
quietly. las a person who has had
some experience in these matters-I
am Inspector Huntington of Scot
land Yard-I should advise you to be
a little careful how you deal with
these large, old-fashioned houses. In
the present case you may be inter
ested to know that the little forge in
the studio at the Sanctuary has been
used for the purpose of melting
down Russian gold"
God help u5!" the agent cried.
What, the Cory and Metzger gold?"
Precisely" Huntington acqui-
esced. They've only got rid Of a
little of it. as it happens, but to
Judge from the preparations, they
were going into it more extensively
in a day or two"
We drove back to London, and |
followed my friend into his private
room with a rare thrill of excite
ment. I saw his face grow white
and stern as he listened to the report
of the man who rose to meet him.
Then he turned a disconsolate face
to me.
THE rooms in Adam Street are
empty" he said. "Stanfeld has not
visited the British Museum today.
We've lost him again: I ought to
have known better" he added bitter
ly. than to have let him remain at
liberty for a single moment"
land the woman?" asked, little
nervously. " s a-##
Huntington shook his head.
I'VE don't want her" he said.
She's just the decoy who may some
day whistle her mate to his cell. It's
a knock for us, Greyes. Neither De
Miguel nor his wife nor Michael
Sayers"
But W. have the gold" I remind
ed him once more.
t'Damn the gold!p' Huntington re-
torted profanely,
But Gorty thought otherwise. So.
when he recovered consciousness, did
Metzger.
"The Unfamiliar Triangle"
eighth story of this remarkable
series, will begin in our next issue.