The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-03-21

Vendetta begins between Michael
Sayers, noted criminal, and SIR NOR-
MAN GREYES, once of Scotland
Yard, when Sayers' beautiful hoSse
maid, JANET, saves him from Sir
Norman by shooting dead the OFF,
Ger sent to arrest him. Janet be-
comes Savers wife and accompllce.
When Sir Norman is living at MS
country house the police ask him to
help capture a criminal whom they
believe to be at the head of a dan
gelous gang. On his way to Lon
don, Greycs' car is stopped and he
is shot through the shoulder.
Greyes asks Janet to dine with
him. Janet accepts. Acting upon
Michaels command Janet puts poi
son in Sir Norman's coffee, but re-
grets her act and purposely upsets
the cup. Sayers tells this episode:
was at st. Pancras Station to
meet Golty and Metzger on their
arrival in England. saw the sew
en- black tin boxes with brass
clamps, handed out Of the guard 3
van and placed on the roof OF taX*
icab. / knew as though it were
fcredOOmed that the contents OF
those boxes would be mine before
the week was out. felt certain,
too, that one at least of the two men
would fight to death before OBJ
tanned possession OF them. They
were well worth it, however.
1t was foggy night, and / lin
gcred with perfect safety on the
outskirts of the little throng of peo-
pie who had come to greet these
two men. They were rough lot,
on the whole-men Of the lowest
type, swafthy and unclean. saw
hungry chances directed toward
thoc black boxes, and / knew that,
given sufficient cunning and address,
| would not be the first by long
way to trike blow for their ac-
QUESTION. But of these others ! had
no fear Gorty and Metzger knew
their friends, knew them we'll
enough not to trust them.
walked back through the, fog to
my humble little fiat in Adam
Street. Those were gloomy days,
even for me, who cared little about
the physical comforts of life. was
passing as Mr.. Arthur Younghus-
band, LID, cousin of the we'll
known solicitor of Lincoln's Inn, in
town to consult works of reference
at the British Museum. Day by day
] walked to that gloomy mausoleum
of dead knowledge, spent an hour
or so there, and back to my rooms.
No one logged my footsteps. BY
devious ways had shaken off all
pursuit and suspicion. Yet life was
wearisome thing. ] am not a
man will many human weaknesses
but l should have welcomed visit
from Janet--a little dinner, per-
haps, at the Cafe Royal, a peep in
to the world of many-colored plea
sure outside of which my path lay,
These things, however, ! knew were
not for me. Janet was watched, as
knew beyond doubt; even if she
were not, she had failed me in my
last demand. Janet presented :
! problem to be solved.
On Cne tnifu Oay aICeT the arr
val of Gorty and Metzger, ] visit
ed my solicitors, the firm of Young.
huband, Nicholson and Younghus
band, at Lincoln's Inn. My reputet
| cousin granted me an interview
! within few minutes Of my arri-
val. We spoke for time of my
| studies and their progress. Their
! there was pause. The door wa.
closed; the walls of the room were
/ thick.
! "Things progress?' demanded
leaning across his wide, untid!
table.
Mr. Younkhusband smiled bene
| violently. In these moments of direc
speech was accustomed to forge
my assumed personality and tt
| sneak with all the quick incisivene.
! that was natural 20 me. My lega
adviser, however, never altered hi.
| manner of reply or department. HI