Evening star., 1923-07-20
THE EVIL SHEPHERD
By E.. Phillips OPpenheim.
Copyright BY Brown &
Copyright. ls2a by Little, Brown & co.,

money He has the most mephisto-
phelian expression of any man ] ever
met-looks as though he'd set his
heel on any ones neck for the sport
of it-and yet they say he has given
at least fifty thousand pounds to the
Society for the Prevention of Cruelty
to Animals. and that the whole of the
park around that estate of his down
the river is full of famed and decrepit
beasts which he has bought himself
off the streets"
"The man must have an interesting
personality" novelist who had
Joined the party observed. "Of course,
you know that he was in prison for
What foro" some one asked
Murder. only they brought it in
manslauehter," was the terSe reply.
He killed his partner. 1t was many
years ago, and no one knows all the
, facts of the story"
q am not holding a brief for Sir
Timothy" Francis remarked as he
slipped his cocktail. LAS "A matter of
fact. he and ! are very much at cross
purposes. But as regards that partic
ular instance, l am not sure that he
was very much to be blamed, any
more than you can blame any injured
person who takes the law into his
own hands"
He isn't a man ! should care to
have for an enemy" Baker declared.
you fellows somehow or other" one
of the group threatened. "On Friday
morning We are going to have the
whole truth-none of this Masonic Sc
crecy which Baker indulged in last
year
The men drifted in to luncheon. and
Francis, leaving them. took a taxi on
to the Ritz. Looking about in the
vestibule for Margaret. he came face
to face with Lady Cynthia She was
i, is,ti
a gown of yellow muslin and be-
| tiowered hat, and was the Cynosure of
| a good many eyes.
zone would almost imagine. Lady
cynthia he said, as they exchanged
greetings, that you had found that
elixir we were talking about"
Perhaps l have" she answered,
| smiling Are you looking for Mar
garet? She is somewhere about. We
were just having a chat when l was
! Manchester woman. Let's find her"
They strolled up into the lounge.
Margaret came to meet them. Her
| smile, as she gave Francis her left
hand, transformed and softencd her
! whole appearance.
You don't mind my having asked
; Cynthia to lunch with us?" she said
Il really couldn't get rid of the girl
! She came in to see me this morning
the most aggreSsively cheerful person
an adventure last night. All that she
will tell me is that she dined and
danced at Claridge's with "A party of
| the dullest people in town"
| A tall, familiar figure passed down
the vestibule. Lady Cynthia gave Il
! little start and Francis, who hap
I pened to be watching her, was
amazed at her expression.
Your father. Margaret" she point
| ed out Il wonder if he is lunching
! here"
} He told me that he was lunching
! somewhere with a South American
| friend-one of his partners, | be-
| lieve," Margaret replied. II expect
| he is looking for him"
! Sir Timothy caught sight of them.
| heSitated for a moment and came
slowly in their direction.
Have you found your friend?' Mar
garet asked.
The poor fellow is i'll in bed" her
father answered. Il was just regret
ting that 7 had sent the car away, or
l should have gone back to Hatch
End"
Stay and lunch with us" Lady