San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-03-18

the cool white hall. came forward TO
meet me. The dinner was well
cooked the champagne was excellent /:
and my host, with a twinkle in his
eyes, called my attention to the fact
that it was opened in my. presence.
As soon as the last course was con-
cluded, Janet led the way out onto
the tagged terrace, where table was
already arranged with dessert and coz
fee.
"You are a brave man, Sir Nor
man." my hostess said abruptly.
Why" i asked.
"You know-and you alone-that
once killed a man-although you
don't altogether know why" she went
on softly. How do you know that
/ have not within me the markings of
modern Lucre2ia? / have read
quite good deal about pofSons-I
may be said even TO have studied the
subject-and you have delivered your
self into my hands" --,
"Why should you poison me?" I
argued. 81 will do both you and your
husband the credit to believe that you
less sentiment" ..
chair. His face was solemn and
brooding.
"You have things against me dat
ing from far back he said.
/ nodded.
But | am in the same position as
Scotland Yard | reminded him. For
! those things | have no case. For those
misdemeanorss of which | suspect you
in the past, / could at the present
moment go only SO far as 10 procure
a warrant charging you with felou-
iously wounding a police inspector.
For the rest, l suspect. but / have
no proof"
You suspect what?" he asked.
shook my head.
There are limits TO my candor." l
protested mildly. You must admit
that / am not secretive or unduly
aloof, inasmuch as l dine at your
table, discuss your peccadilloes and
pass on, like an ordinary guest. What
may suspect of the past l keep TO
myself. ] am your enemy, and you
know it. If it pays you to attempt TO
murder me, imagine you will try"
Janet would desert Inc il / did"
he declared with grim smile. "She
finds these little conferences with you
SO inspiring"
She looked at me with that wonder
full smile of hers. She was little
way behind a pillar. and her face
was hidden from her husband.
Il do not like to hear you say that
We are enemies" she murmured. Il
would rather think that we are like
the soldiers who fight in two oppos-
ing armies. We fight because it is
our duty. So We are enemies because
it is our duty. Even that does not
interfere with personal feelings"
"That is true" / admitted careless
~. II could never absolutely dislike
a man who played such good golf as
your husband"
And what about me?r she demand
cd.
"You drive me TO be obvious"
| replied. mo one could possibly dis
like a person who contributed TO the
beauty Of the world
She laughed softly.
why, you are courtler, Sir Nor
man." she declared. Your compli-
ments and the perfume of those roses
and the flavor of the Benedictiue arc
getting into my head. / begin 10 pic
ture you as the serpent who has
crowled into this UtOpian paradise.
Talking about golf" her husband
| interviewed in a harsh tone, what
about a game, Sir Norman? viii you
play me tomorrow morning.
with pleasure. assented.
AT ten o'clock,
81 will be in the club house."
| promised him.
ave go to bed. up here he re-
marked, practically with the SUM-"
/ rose to my feet. l took my leave
and as l walked down the drive. with
| the yellow moon shining through the
sparse trees, 1 felt the ghosts Of
tragedy gathering.
At five minutes TO ten on the fol
lowing morning ] watched Mr.
James Stanfield push open his
private gate leading onto the links
and stroll across toward the club
house. waved my hand anC
stepped baclt into the locker-room
Three or four men in tweeds ant
golfing outfit were waiting there. IL
five minutes my prospective oppo
nent entered. In five seconds tn,
handouts were upon his wrists. ano
one of the three apparent golfers
had the matter in hand.
"You are charged" he said. witt
feloniously wounding William Har
nell, manager. and John Stokes
clerk. of Browns Bank in the Men
wood Road. Leeds. and with steal
ing from the premises the sum o.
seven thousand pounds. ! should
| recommend you to come with u,
quietly, and to reserve, for the pres
ent. anything you may have 10 say.
| Looking at him as he stood lean
ing a little against his own locker,
could have sworn that there was ne
manner Of change in the face or ex
preston of my enemy. He ignored
the others and looked across at me
"This is your doing?" he asked.
Altogether" I admitted.
"You Knew it-last night?'
at was you who reminded me that
need, not take SALT replied.
He nodded.
The trick is to you he con
fessed. al am ready. gentlemen.
He walked quietly out to a waiting
motor car. with a burly policeman or
either side of him, and very i'm.
portant man from Scotland Yard in
the party. Huntington and were
left behind. and presently We essayed
round of golf. All the time my
eyes kept straying toward the
Lodge. No sign, however, came
from there
81 STILL Huntington remarked.
as we waited for n few minutes on
the tenth tee. "don't quite under
stand how you tumbled to this affair
so quickly