The Indianapolis times., 1923-06-05

coup.
Naturally. the press devoted a great
deal Of attention to a robbery of suck
sensational magnitude, and several
journalists and photographers Travelled
down specially from London in search
Of material. Huntington himself
came down from Scotland Yard with
two of his shrewdest assistants, but
as he acknowledged to me upon the
third night after their arrival, the
whole affair had been carried out with
such amazing foresight that it seemed
impossible to lay hold any where of
a clew.
Janet and stayed on at Kinder
sley Court for the last meet of the
staghounds-a day which we are
neither of us likely ever to forget
We motored over to Exford, where
our host had sent all his available
horses two days before. Janet, Bea-
trice kindersley and were among
those of the house party who rode.
Early in the afternoon we found
ourselves on the fringe of the hunt.
on the southern slope of Haw.zsley
Down. Suddenly Beatrice, who had
been looking over her shoulder, gave
little exclamation. A man, riding
a dark bay horse. whom I had no.
ticed once oI twice always on the
outskirts of +ne hunt, came round
the side-of a piled-up mass Of stones
and boulders, and rode straight up
to US.
must confess that at first the
incident possessed no significance for
me. In his well-cut and well-worn
riding clothes. and possessing the as
sured seat Of a practiced rider, there
was nothing to distinguish this mas
from half a dozen Of Lord Kinder
sley's neignbors with whom we had
exchanged greetings during the day.
1t was not, in fact. until he suddenly
wheeled his horse round to within a
yard or two Of US, and I saw some
thing glitter in his right hand. that
I realized who he was.
Norman Greyes," he said. "I call
an armistice fo, five minutes You
will admit" ne added, glancing down
in a position 10 call the game"
Let it be an a1mistice. Michael. ."
I agreed. What do you want with
me?"
with you. nothing" he answered.
Il came to speak to Miss Kinder
sley."
'I find that nv confederate mis-
Continued. and that after all he took
your jewelrv from the table. have
stayed in the neighborhood TO re-
turn it
He leaned over and placed a sealed
box in Beatrice's hand. I could have
sworn that l saw her fingers clutch
rassionately 1T his as he drew away.
Il knew that it was a mistake" she
said softly, Iooking across at him as
though striving ~ call him back TO
her side. He kept his face. however,
turned steadily away. His expires
sion had changed. The old mocking
smile was back upon his lips.
Upon reflection, Janet" he con.
tinued, especially wnen considered
the richness of our haul. l felt q GET
tain impulse Of distaste toward rob
bing you of your newly acquired
splendors Permit me-"
He handed her also a little packet.
Then he backed his horse a few PAGES,
but he still fingered, and I knew that
he had something else 70 say.
80 our friend Huntington has
given up the chase and gone back
to London" he observed. Give him
hint from me some day. Tell him
not to take it for granted that the
first impulse Of the malefactor is to
place as great distance as possible
between himself and the scene Of his
misdemeanors."
''I will remember your message"
7 promised. You realize. Of course,
the neighborhood?"
IF you did not" was the cool reply.
"the next few hours would be empty
Of interest to me- Even if you your
self take a hand in the game, Greyes.
and I will do you the credit to admit
that you are the cleverest of the lot
I promise you that 1 shall make my
way to safety as easily as I shall
! canter across this moor"
He leaned suddenly toward me.
Send the women on for a mo-
ment," he begged. "I have a word
! for you alone"
Janet turned her horse at once in
! obedience to my gesture. Beatrice.
however, fingered She was gazing
| across at my companion. I saw their
eyes meet, and it seemed to me a
strange thing that such look should
PASS between those two. Then I saw
Michael shake his head.
She turned and rode slowly after
Janet, but refined in her horse scarce
ly twenty PAGES away. Michael rode
up to my side. He had dropped his
weapon back into the loose pocket OF
his riding-coat. He was at my mercy,
and he knew it. Yet, rightly enough,
he had no fear.
Norman Greyes," he said, this is
the end of our duel. for I have An
ished with life as you and I under
stand life. Fate has made us ene-
mics. Fate might more than once
have given either of us the others
life. Those things are finished"
You speak as though you were
making a voluntary retirement-yet
how can you hope to escape?" 1 asked
him There is q Drice upon YOUR