Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-12-27

to accept no other receipt than that
of Mr.. Innes.
Very good Sir"
Harley took his hat and cane and
Benson opened the front door.
Good day, sir" said the butler.
Good day Benson" called Harley
hurrying out to the waiting cab
he directed the man.
Off moved the taxi, and Harley
lay back upon the cushions heaving
a long sigh. The irksome period of
inaction was ended.
For the m he must focus
upon establishing, beyond query or
doubt, the fact that Sir Charles Alb
ingdon had not died from natural
causes.
Turning his head he glanced back
at the traffic In the street behind
him.
His cab was just on the point of
turning or to the slope of V%auxhall
Bridge. And fifty yards behind
speeding along the Embankment
was a smell French car. The fea
lures of the driver he had no time
to observe. But. peerinig eagerly
through the window, showed the
dark face of the passenger.
II the following car had turned
on to the bridge. Harley might have
entertained a certain doubt. But,
mentally putting himself in the pur-
suer's place he imagined himself de-
tected and knew at once exactly
what he should do. Since this hy-
pothetical course was actually pur-
sued by the other, Harley's belief
was confirmed.
| Craning his neck he saw the little
French car turn abruptly and pro-
coed in the direction of Victoria Sta
ton. Instantly he acted.
Leaning out of the window he
thrust a ten-shilling note into the
claimants hand. "Slow down. but
don't pull up" he directed. IT am
going to jump out just as you pass
that lorry ahead. Ten yards further
on stop. Get down and crank your
over the bridge. I shall not want
you again."
As a result, Immediately he was
afforded the necessary cover. Harley
jumped from the cab. The man
reached back and closed the door,
proceeding on his leisurely way. Ex-
cepting the driver OF the lorry, no
one witnessed this eccentric per-
Torrance, and Harley, stepping on
to the footpath, quietly Joined the
stream of pedestrians and strolled
4 slowly along.
He presently passed the stationary
cab without giving any sign of
recognition to the dismounted
driver. Then, a minute later, the
cab overlook him and was soon lost
In the traffic ahead. Even as it dis
appeared another cab went by
rapidly.
Leaning forward in order to peer
through the front window was the
dark-faced man whom he had de-
tected on the ~Embankment!
quite correct" murmured Har-
ley, dryly. Exactly what / should
have done"
The spy, knowing himself discov-
cred, had abandoned his own car
In favor of a passing taxicab, and in
the latter had taken up the pursuit,
Paul Harley lighted a cigaret.
The contest had developed into
open warfare. Harley's accurate
knowledge of London had enabled
him to locate No. 236 South Lam
beth Road without recourse to a
guide.
i He walked quite openly up the
dilapidated steps to the door of No.
236, and was about to seize the dirty
iron knocker when the door opened
suddenly and a girl came out. She
was dressed neatly and wore a
pseudo fashionable hat from which
a heavy figured veil depended so as
almost to hide her features. She was
carrying a bullying cane grip secured
by a brown leather strap.
!, Seeing Harley on the step, she
paused for a moment, then, recover
ing herself:
"Ellen!" she shouted down the
dim passageway revealed by the
opening of the door. Somebody to
see you"
Leaving the door open, she hurried
past the visitor with averted face.
Harley grasped the girls arm
"Oue moment, Miss Jones'" he said
/. quietly, at is you l am here tc
| seel"
He extended his arm to detair
her. But she thrust it aside. my