The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-05-21
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Further"
The telephone-bell rang. I recog-
nfzed Miss Weston's voice at the other
end. I listened to what she had to
say, and in ten minutes we were in
my car and on the way to Tw1cken-
ham We picked up Miss Weston her
self in Kensington.
THE woman whom / have been fol-
lowing" she announced. rs only a
few minutes ahead Of us. She is in a
private car, and there is a strange
man seated in front with the
chauffeur"
TT looks we'll" Huntington ad-
mitted. Our friend has ordered the
same table for dinner tonight at
Romano's."
On our way had moment Of I'M
us at a great speed and shot down
the Brentford Road, considerably
ahead of us. Huntington spoke for
a moment through the tube, and we
pulled up at the district police station.
We've given Michael rope enough"
he decided. He may get the alarm
at any moment now. I'm going to
have him arrested"
drew a little breath It was hard
10 think that I should not be present
at the end for which had worked so
zealously, but I realized the risk OF
letting him remain at large any
longer. I waited while Huntington
entered the police stati@u and spoks
to headquarters. When he returned
plain -clothes men, one Of whom sat
in the front and the other with US.
There will probably be half a
dozen Of them" Huntington pointed
cut, land from what I know aof the
gang that Michael generally employs,
there may be a little trouble. Wen
leave Miss Weston in the car"
sss
We turned OF the main road at
Twickenham, and finally stopped be.
fore the gates Of large, old-fashioned
villa, badly out OF repair and ap-
parently empty. The grounds sloped
down to the river, and the gates were
padlocked. We climbed over, leaving
Miss Weston behind. She detained us
for one moment.
The house Is called the Sanctuary"
she said. "Goodson. the sculptor,
lived here once"
We hurried OF. The place showed
every sign of desertion, but there were
marks of recent wheels upon the
avenues, and as we turned the last
corner we saw thin cloud OF smoke
curling upward from a long range OF
outbuildings which looked like a sort
OF annex to the kitchen. Huntington
Quickened his pace. We all broke into
a run. We avoided the front door,
with its flight OF stone steps, and
went straight for the building which
we now perceived to have been the
studio. The door Of a long outbuild
ing stood open. We paused to look
inside. There was a furniture van
there, and inside. some clothing OF
rusty corduroy. The uniforms Of the
pseudo porters at Waterloo were &C
counted for.
Entrance to the studio itself was
gained by means Of a stout oak door,
obviously barred and bolted. We went
around to the. back. crossing a lawn
where the grass and weeds were I'D to
our knees. We failed to discover any
other door, but somehow or other we
found our way through a smashed
window into the great room with its
dOme-shaped ceiling. I think, even
as we entered, we realized that we
were too late.
. The place was empty. A small
forge was burning: there were several
strange-looking vessels lying about
the floor; the Golfers. covered only by
a piece OF mating which Rimming.
ton kicked aside, were ranged against
the wall. There was not a sound to
be heard, but the place Of smelled OF
tobacco smoke, and indeed there was
a faint cloud Of blue smoke still hang
ing about the roof
We've lost them Huntington
muttered.
we have the gold. though" I re-
minded him.
And Michael. 1 trust was the
fervent rejoinder
We searched the house, which was
empty and desolate. Then we sent to
the local police station 6nd arranged
for the gold to be removed. After.
ward 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-wantea to do
her own casting or something"
'She paid you for the month, I
hope?" Huntington inquired.
"Oh. she paid that. all right" the
agent replied. Il wish these old
places were all pulled down. They're
more trouble than they're worth"
did the lady bring you any refer
ences?" I asked.
ct didn't ask for any" the house
agent replied frankly. 1T was only
too glad to get any one even to talk
about the property. Besides, the lady
put the money down"
Nevertheless" Huntington said
quietly, 'as a person who has had