Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1923-04-27

toward him 1t fell on the sand at
Billy's feet, and he picked 1t up.
81 can't get you with a gun"
gasped Jake, but listen to what l got
to say, If you're a mani For Gods
sake, listen!"
And Billy listened.
Some minutes later Billy stepped
out of the cave into the sunlight. He
was looking unusually grave, his lips
were tight set; his eyes were posi-
lively harried. He walked a few
steps, muttering to himself. He
started as a voice called him excited
Iy by name, and he was aware of
Monsieur de Jussac running toward
him.
Spencer 7" he cried. Il have been
looking for you everywhere. Where
the devil have you been? The police
have inquired for you at the abbey,
and l think they are not far behind.
l thought it well to come and warn
you"
"The p~olice?"
Bertrand turned round sharply. He
permitted himself a military express
sion that would not pass the censor
"And here they are!" he said, with
q gesture of despair.
The helmet of Constable Poison ap-
peared on the brink of the opposite
a,.ee abo,,+ +bo cop,o tinpa O DonLa,S
peaked cap obtruded itself over the
one behind them, and the felt hat of
Inspector Arkwright hove in sight
among the bramble bushes below. In
a very short time all three men were
in the pit, closing strategically upon
Billy and Bertrand.
Il don't think murmured Billy,
"tnat l ever knew policemen arrive
so-so-what's the word?"
"a propos," said the Vicomte grimly,
twisting his mustache.
"Thanks. That's it,
as there anything l can doY'
"Thanks again. but l think not.
We'll see how they play the hand"
'That's him-the young one!' ex-
claimed Panke, as the three ap-
preached. Inspector Arkwright walked
up to Billy, and addressed him by
name.
civilian SpencerY'
-That same Dird," replied Billy
pleasantly.
And an admirable chauffeur" u
INJURED de Jussac. He drives like the
Angel of Death"
Arkwright's cold gray eye swiveled
upon the speaker.
''Who are you, and what are you
doing here?"
"The Vicomte de Jussac, at your
service. A guest at the abbey. Know
ing Spencer was here, l came to In
form him he was wanted"
"Oh. All right, sir. He's certainly
wanted" The inspector turned to
Billy. "Come along, my lad. We ara
overdue at Stanhoe police station"
Does that mean I'm arrested?'
The inspector looked at him search
ingly.
"That will depend on circumstances.
Have you any objection to accompa-
nying me?"
"Tve no objection to anything. This
is my afternoon off. But may l take
it you are looking for the enterprising
fellow who burgled the abbeyY'
II include that among my activi-
ties" said Arkwright sardonically.
"Then this is your lucky day. He's
in the cave there"
TN the-cave?" said Arkwright,
staring.
IF you'll step this way" said Billy,
"IH show you"
He turned toward the bushes. Ark
wright, after a moments hesitation,
accompanied him, and motioned to
Inspector Panke to follow. Bertrand
brought up the rear. Billy led them
into the cave.
Jake, PROSTATE on his couch of
bracken, greeted them with a sullen
stare. Inspector Arkwright looked at
him-at the bandaged leg, the stubble-
covered face, and deep-set eyes. The
handkerchief with the broken food
was no longer visible.
That's your man." said Billy,
known to the popular press as Jack
the Climber; but 1 gather he prefers
to be called Jake-I think we ought
to humor him so far. His motor