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

cells of my stock notes. Then she
looked at the map.
darlington should be the next
village" she remarked.
L nodded. We descended a steep
hill. Halfway up the next we came
upon small motorcar drawn up by
the side of the road, the bonnet
thrown open, its owner seated in the
dust. The latter rose to his feet as
We approached. / handed Linn the
black bag which l had been carry
ing, in which were my Panama hat
and one of the packets of notes. He
raised his cap nonchalantiy.
According to plan?" he asked.
According TO PLAN" 1 replied.
We sped on for another twenty
miles, and then an almost similar oc-
curence took place. A man seated
by the side of his motorcycle. rose to
his feet as we approached. i handed
him the second packet.
"All well?" he asked.
Perfectly l assured him.
We were off again in less than ten
seconds. Our third stop was at the
top of a hill forty miles farther
north, after we had partaken of a
picnic luncheon in the car. A man
was seated motionless in large
touring car, headed in our direction.
He held out his arms as we ap-
preached, and glanced at his watch.
Wonderful :" he murmured. you
are three minutes to the good"
handed him the third packet. He
waved his hand and started up his
engine. Soon we left him, a speck
behind us. 1 leaned back and lighted
a cigarette.
Il have now" remarked "only
one anxiety"
And that?' Janet inquired quickly.
about the greens at Kinbrae, /
confided. II met a man last year
who told me that they were apt to get
dried up"
| She smiled.
I'VE had plenty Of rain last month, -"
she reminded me. Il thought you
were going to speak of our friend.'
shook my head.
Norman Greyes is in Norway !
told her. Il am not sure" 1 went on,
after a moments hesitation, whether
l do not sometimes regret it,
| WHY"
looked out across the heather-clad
moor to where rolling masses of yell
low gorse seemed to melt into the blue
haze. 1t. was a very wonderful dag
and very wonderful country into
which we were speeding.
Norman Greyes has made life in
convenient for US for several years, y
L said. "One of our best men has
had to devote the whole of his time
watching him. We have been Obliged
to stay away from places which 1 very
much wanted to visit. He has that
absurd gift--he always had-of being
able to connect particular undertake
ing with a particular person. For
| that reason we have had to remain
idle until we are practically paupers.
When we have paid the expenses OF
this coup, and paid the staff, there
will be barely enough left to keep us
until Christmas. If we could get rid
of Norman Greyes, we could Eek
wider fields
"Why not?" she asked Indifferent
ly. "He is only a man like the
others"
l pretended to be deep In thought.
As a matter Of fact, i was studying
Janet. No creature or servant in this
world could render such faithful serv-
ice as she has rendered me; get am
one of those persons gifted with in
stinct. ] know that she has a strange
mind, a strange, tumultously passion
ate nature. I have so far been the
man Of her life. II it were not ],
sometimes wonder whether it might
not be Norman Greyes.
We were to have one tense few
minutes before we reached our stop
ping place for the night. We had
just passed through a small town, and
our silent chauffeur was preparing
to let out his engine again, when we
were confronted by what was, under
the circumstances. very sinister
sight. Two. men on bicycles. approach.
ing us, dismounted and stood in the
middle of the road with outstretched
hands.. The sun. even in the distance,
flashed upon tLeir uniforms. We real
lied at once that they were policemen.
The chauffeur half turned toward me.
"What shall you do?" Janet de-
manded.
"Do?" I replied. @why. the nat
ural thing, of course. All this is pro-
vided for. Oliver" I added. lean
ing forward, '"those policemen seem
to want TO speak to us. Pull up"
We came to a standstill a yard or
two away from them. The larger of
the two men, who wore the uniform
| of Sarpaar NJ wanda eolar,,, nd NOR
tentous approach.
Good afternoon. sergeant" / said.
81 hope that we are not in trouble?"
He looked at lie as he might have
dohe at man whose hands were drip
ping with the blood of his best friend.
Its your number plate, sir" he
announced. They telephoned us through
from Ripon to stop YOUR car and call
your attention to it."
What is wrong with my number
plate?" asked.
why, you've been driving where
they've watered the roads freely" the
sergeant pointed out, sand it's mud
died it IN entirely. There's no one
can read a letter of, it."
felt Janets fingers clutch mine.
and they were as cold ms ice. 1t was
not moment which I myself forgot.
less for its significance than for its
effect upon my companion. The chauf-
feur, the police sergeant and i sol
elnly inspected the number plate. and
the former. with a buster from his
tool chest. carefully rubbed it clean.
THAT will be all right now, ser
!, geant?" ! inquired.
THAT will ne quite all right. sir"