Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-10-05
Begin Here Today

MICHAEL SAVERS, arch criminal,
IS about to be arrested by a police
officer when his maid servant,
JANET SCALE, shoots and kills the
officer.
SIR NORMAN GREYES. formerly
of Scotland Yard, is devoting his
time to tracking down Sayers,
known to him under the alias of
Stanfeld.
Michael drives in q small car to
Browns bank in the suburbs of
Leeds shoots the manager through
the shoulder, strikes the clerk
senseless and robs the bank of over
1000 pounds. Stepping from the
bank into u touring a in which
Janet Scale awaits him. Sayers races
for Scotland.
Aare passed to two men in motor cars
nd a third in a motorcycle, leaving
40 evidence on Michael's person.
Now Go On with Story
lEMichael Sayers Talks
We were to have one tense few
minutes before we reached our stop
4 ping place for the night. We had
4 just passed through q small town,
and our silent chauffeur was prepar-
ing to let out his engine again, when
we were confronted by what was,
under the circumstances. a very
sinister sight. Two men on bicycles,
approaching us, dismounted and
stood in the middle of the road with
outstretched hands. The sun, even
in the distance, flashed upon their
uniforms. We realized at once that
they were policemen. The chauffeur
half turned toward me.
What shall you do?" Janet de-
manded.
"Do?" I replied. "Why, the
natural thing. of course. All this is
provided for. Oliver" / added,
leaning forward, chose policemen
seem to want to speak to us. Pull
up"
We came to a standstill a yard or
two away from them. The larger of
the two men, who wore the uniform
of a sergeant, made a solemn and
portentops approach.
Good Afternoon, Sergeant" I said.
Il hope that we are not in trouble?"
He looked at me as he might have
done at q mar whose hands were
dripping with the blood of his best
friend.
TITS your number-plate, SIR" he
announced. They telephoned us
through from Ripon to stop your car
and call your attention t. It,"
What Is wrong with my number
plate? 2" I asked.
why. you've been driving where
they've watered the roads freely
Tho sergeant pointed out, land it's
inuddied 1t up entirely. There's no
one can read a letter of it."
l felt Janet's fingers clutch mine.
and they were as cold as ice. 1t was
not a moment which l myself for
got, less for it's significance han for
its effect upon my companion. The
. chauffeur, the police-sergeant and
solemnly inspected the number
Z plate; and the former. with a buster
Z from his t~ool-chest, carefully rubbed
4 1t clean.
"That will be all right NOW, Ser
Aegeant?" I inquired.
I THAT will be quite all riSht, sir,
he admitted, taking off his caia AMI
wiping the perspiration from his
forehead. ITS a warn day, this,
for the bicycles"
II am sorry to have given YOU
this trouble" l said. I'VE tourists
are proverbially thoughtless about
our municipalities. I hope you will
accept this and have a drink with
me-"
1--WE will that, sure, sir" the SER
eant promised. saluting first me and
hen Janet. Come along, jack" he
dded. "we'll pay a little visit to the
Widow MacGill on the way back"
So we drove off again northward.
My chauffeur was an elderly man,
who has faced all that the world
ma hold Of evil with me many a
time, but his driving for the first
ew miles was cratic. Janet, /
could see. although outwardly she
aad recovered herself, was on the
noint of Mysteries. 1 settled myself
down In my corner. adjusted my
horn-rimmed spectacles, and drew
from the pocket of the car a new
half-crown book on the principles of
golf, written by a late beginner. So
we travelled until we reached the inn
where we stayed for the night, and
late on the afternoon of the follow
ing day we arrived at our destina-
ton. . There was just a bare white
house, a lodge, the gate of which
was held open by a great, raw-boned
gil1ie, miles of what seemed to be
interminable moorland, and below,
the sea. 1 looked around with salts
faction.
you're Sandy MacLane, the care
taker here?" l asked, leaning out of
the car.
He made a noise which sounded
like 100 ayi"
] (Which way might the golf links
n be2p / inquired.
ID He pointed with a long and hairy
q f~orefinger.
1.-THE clubhouse is yonder," he
\, vouchsafed a bit somberly. "a step
u across the road Is the fifteenth tee."
I sighed with content.
Come up to the house." I ordered.
after tea I shall play a few holes"
Sir Norman Continues
My friend Huntington called to
see me on the night of my return
from Norway. He looked around
with an air of dismay at my various
travelling paraphernalia.
$50 you're really off, hen? ?" he re-