New Britain herald., 1923-03-17
NOW GO ON WITH STORY Sir Norman Continues,

SIT Norman continues.
 "Personally," was the confident re- ply, "I don't think there is the slightest doubt but that he is the man who has passed at different times as Thomas Pugsley, James Stanfield and originally Michael Savers. He has vanished from the face of the earth. 7 so far as New York police have as- certained; but they obtained posses sion of an uncompfeted letter which he must have been typing at the time of the raid. The first page he prob- ably destroyed or took with him. The second page refers to you. Here is a copy"
 Huntington withdrew from his pocketbook a halfsheet of paper and passed it to me. l read it slowly. word for word.
 Things here have come to their natural end. The last fortnight has heen productive but there is danger in any further prosecution of our ener- gies. There is only one man who stands in the way Of my return to London. You know well of whom I speak. l wait day by day for your news of him, and hope to hear of no more blunders. See that the woman you know of, too, is carefully watched. She may be as loyal as she seems, but there are moments when I have my doubts. If N. C. can be disposed of
 Interesting" l remarked, very! To whom was the letter addressed ?''
 '1ro firm of leather-brokers in Bermondsey,". Huntington replied, 'and it was written on the notepaper of a firm of hide-brokers in New York"
 "The letter is from our friend. right enough" l decided. There nave been two attemps upon my life within the last two days, and have Just sent away a secretary who was keeping careful note ot my doings.'
 We talked for an hour or more, ana arrived without difficulty at mutual understanding. Huntington under tooEs to send Il good man down from gScotIan1 Yard to make inquiries Tn tbe n.ighborhood. and he promised also Io trace my late secretary's ante cedents through the office from wnlcn st,a t,,ad come, Tn the meantime he herred me to return to London with him. me SuES N"S
 altogether attractive to me.
 "I don't like being driven away from my own home." H. grumo'eu. "Besides, there will be notnins iol me to do in London at this tune oi the year" - ..,.+e,,
 ..Greyes." he said earnestly, listen to me: You can play golf round Lo.- don and get on with your pooN. von arc far safer there than you would he in an unprotected neign- horbood like this. But apart rom that altogether. we want you up 'he's r,,,i. cr;ne wave in New York ceased pnr;s too. is ouieter The Chiei IS .atound,v impressed with tho peiiel that if is because operations are oeihe transferred to London. ,,
 ..When do you want me to come! /, asked. ... he an
 "Bacs with me tonight he
 swerel promptly
 had. told Huntington or all ''is
 a.ori.l things which had happeneu .a n,a down at Greyes Manor put ! ,,ot snoken of that curious senss ns ;,,,,,ending evil which had ciouueu ,,,,, days and the precedence of whlch lad been so remarkably Ferileu. WY uere scarcely crossing the nrst s're..a .,n 2of ESmoor, however. Wneh .ns memory of it came oacK to ine' t'iu with the memory an overpoWer,ns ,e- tnrn of the feeling itself. nileu nine. stretched myself out m corhsl nf tbe car. and set myself to nght th's grim ogre of fear.
 IT was no easy matter, however. Ar through the night l was haunteu with fancies. The gorse- pushes o'' s..a ,,oors seemed like crouchlng men, tlo ,,,bist,e from a distant railroad s,at;op a warning of impending dah-
 Tn a small village before we arr;xad at Taunton, a man stood III .ro nnnn doorway of his house. look- ;,,. ont at the night. He scahneu' ns nc we passed, and turned away. ,,hro,,rh the uncurtained winuow VI lie sitting-room saw a telephone o'i his table. r,itb a
 Al Wiveliscombe, man with a. motorcycle stood silent as we passeu. aIa leaned forward as though 10 see .,a number of our car. In ten mn. ,,tes he raced past us, his poWeriu' sneina making the night hideous "ith ;,s unsilenced explosions. Across salisbury plain, as we drew near stonehenge, cruelty cold winu "as h,owinr. We drank from mask which I had brought, and wrapped ourselves up a little closer. At some crossroads, high up in the bleakest mart. another car was waitine' .' i,rhts out, its appearance sinister. we passed it, however, at hfty mics sr hour. and the man who was us sole sol occupant scarcely looked ,s,t-,, at ,,s ,n
 we passed through Amesbury. up ,,e long rise to Andover, through pasingstokc, and settled down into steady fifty miles an hour along won d.rf,,l. roads. The moon was pains row. and there weressigns of dawn r,ebt ahead of us was thin streaK of silver in the clouds. slowly chang, ing to a dull purple. Before we haa res,ized it, we were in the outskirts of London, our pace gradually re- duced. but still racing through the somber twilight.