Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-10-08
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,ir Norman Continues

ghosts of tragedy gathering.
At five minutes to ten on the fol-
lowing morning I watched Mr..
James Stanfeld push open his
private gate leading onto the links.
and stroll across toward the club
house. I waved my hand and
stepped back into the locker-room.
Three or four men in tweeds and
goling outfit were waiting there. In
five minutes my prospective oppo-
nent entered. In five seconds the
handouts were upon his wrists, and
n Of the three apparent golfers
had the matter in hand.
"You are charged" he said, with
feloniously wounding William Har-
nell, manager, and John Stokes.
clerk, in Browns Barr in the Men
wood Road. Leeds, and with steal
ing from the premises the sum of
thousand pounds. I should
recommend you to come with us
quietly, and to reserve, for the pres-
ent, anything you may have to say.
Looking at him as he stood lean
ing a little against his own locker, l
could have sworn that there was no
manner of change in the face or ex-
preston of my enemy. He ignored
the others and looked across at me
"This is your doing? ?" he asked.
Altogether" I admitted.
"You knew it-last night?"
ut was you who reminded me that
I need not take SALT" 1 replied.
He nodded.
THE trick is to YOU" he confess
! ed. 81 am ready, gentlemen"
He walked quietly out to a waiting
lmotorcar. with a burly policeman on
,E1ither side of him, and a very i'm
3bortant man from Scotland Yard in
Aehe party. Huntington and I were
fteft behind, and presently we essayed
a round of golf. All the time my.
eyes kept stray.ng toward the
Lodge. No sign, however, came
from there.
az STILL" Huntington remarked,
as we waited for a few minutes on
the tenth tee, don't quite under
stand how you tumbled to this affair
so quickly"
"It was quite easy when you Lnce
admit the possibility of the occu-
pant of the Dartier a being con-
cerned," / replied. "Of course,
Robertson was in it up to the eyes.
It was Stanfield who drove up in
Roberson's Ford and went direct to
the bank. The Dartier car was al
ready there, containing Janet STAN
field and Robertson, wearing a gray
Homburg hat and a linen buster.
The chauffeur brought into the
store a small order which the gro
GERS assistant packed and took out.
The chauffeur was taking advantage
of the delay to fill up with petrol.
The moment Stanfield descendfd
from the Ford and made his way to
the bank, Robertson slipped off his
linen buster, produced a Panama hat
which he pulled over his eyes, and
made his purchases in the shop. He
came out just as Stanfield reap
peared, and drove the Ford away.
Stanfield just stepped into t. i r.
tier. put on his linen buster and gray
Homburg hat, and off they started,
THE idea was to confuse, and at first
1t succeeded. The whole affair was
ingenious, from the selection of that
particular bank, which is wickedly
isolated, to the exact location OF the
Dartier car, which made anyone on
Che off-side almost invisible"
cts pretty generous of you to let
mo tan Q the credit of this" Rim
Ellington remarked.
rs Stanfield turns out to be Pugs-
icy, Ind Pugsley the mar I believe
Y rim to be-" 1 said, IT shall need no
sother reward than the joy of having
brought him to book"
do you believe him to be Michael
Eayers?" Huntington asked.
II am absolutely certain Of it." I
answered.
We completed our round, lunched
and played again. There came no
sign from the Lodge. Somehow or
other the silence seemed to me omi-
nous. Toward evening I began to
get uneasy. Just as we were sitting
down to dinner | was fetched to the
telephone.
inspector Mccall speaking" the
voice / heard declared. "Are you
Sir Norman Greyes? ?"
Eyes I answered.
sHaye you heard the news?"
"I have heard no particular news
since early this morning." I replied.
"Stanfield escaped eleven miles
from here" the inspector declared
gloomily.
Escaped? Rid~iculous!" I ex-
claimed.
HE did 1t, anyhow. He shot both
his guards with an automatic pistol
fixed in the sole of one shoe and
WOl Will tnC tOO VI ti6 OliiC1s
Mr.. German, from Scotland Yard, is
seriously wounded, and n of the
others is shot in the leg. Stanield
then threatened the driver until he
released him from the handouts and
took him to within a mile of a rail-
way station. There he tied the man
up, drove the car on himself and dis
appeared. So far we have no news"
.
I could make no Ineligible reply.
q muttered something to the effect
that Huntington and I would come
hon to the police station the first
Ahing in the morning. Then 1 walk
ED outside, a little giddy, sick at
heart, furious with myself and Fate.
+ stood looking toward the Lodge
until at last ! yielded to an irresist-
tbIe impulse. / fastened across the
few yards Of heather-grown COM
mon. crossed the road, made my way
up the struggling avenue and rang
the great front door bell. Presently
the huge door swung silently open.