Perth Amboy evening news., 1923-12-21
Continued From YESTERDAY

81 have said SO. But I'd give a
lot more than you might believe to
know that Abingdon had told you
the story which he told me-"
You are not helping, Mr.. Brinn,"
said Harley, sternly. Il believe and
think that you share my belief
that Sir Charles Abingdon did not
die from natural auses. You are
REFRESHING valuable evidence. Allow
me to remind you that IL anything
should come to light >necessitating
a post-mortem examination of the
body, you will be forced to divulge
in a court of Justice the facts which
you refuse to divulge to me-"
II know It," said Brinn, shortly.
He shot out one long arm and
grasped Harley's shoulder as in a
vice. I'm counted a wealthy man."
he continued, but I'd give every
cent 1 possess to see paid put to
the bill of a certain person. Listen.
You don't think 1 was in any way
concerned in the death Of Sir
Charles Arlington? 1t isn't think
able. But you think I'm in pos
session of facts which would help
you find out who is. You're right"
Good God!" cried Harley. yet
you remain silentl'
mot so loud-not so loud!' i'm
plored Brinn, repeating that odd, al
most furtive glance around. "Mr.
Harley-you know me. You've heard
of me and now you've met me. You
know my place in the world. Do you
believe me when L say that from
this moment onward I don't trust
my w servants? Not my own
%friends?" He removed his grip from
Harley's shoulder. "Inanimate things
look like enemies. That mummy
over yonder may have ears!"
I'm afraid L don't altogether I'M
derstan1 youF'
See here!"
Nicol Brinn crossed to a bureau,
unlocked 1t, and while Harley
watched him curiously, sought
among a number of press cuttings
Presently he found the cutting for
which he was looking. This was
said" he explained, handing the slip
to Harley, after a big dinner in pre-
! dry days. 1t was said in confidence
But some disguised reporter had goI
in and it came out in print next
morning. Read It,"
Paul Harley accepted the cutting
n read the following:
NICOL BRINN's SECRET AMBI-
TIONS
Millionaire Sportsman Who Wants
to Shoot Niagaral
Mr.. Nicol Brinn of Cincinnati, who
is at present in New York, opened
his heart to members of the Players
Club last night. Our prominent citi.
zen, responding to a toast, 1.-THE
| nioffn p1fichaJ Nigitnr - caid.
"Id like to live through month:
of midnight frozen in among tht
polar fee; I'd like to cross Africs
from east to west and get lost IL
the middle. I'd like to have a Mon,
tana sherlff's posse on my heels fol
horse stealing, and I've prayed t
be wrecked on a desert island likt
Robinson Crusoe to see il 1 am MAJ
enough to live 1t out. 1 want Il
stand my trial for murder and de,
fend my own case, and l want to b.
found by the eunuchs in the haren
of the Shah. l want to dive fol
pearls and scale the Matterhorn.
want to know where the tunnel lead
to-the tunnel down under the Grea
Pyramid of GiZeh-and I'd love t
shoot Niagara Falls in a barrel"
-"It sounds characteristic" muir
INJURED Harley, laying the slip on tn,
coffee table.
ITS true!" declared Brinn. 'I sail
1t and 1 meant 1t. I'm a glutton 70
danger, Mr.. Harley, and I'm goinl
to tell you why. Something hap
pened to me seven years ago."
"In India?"
%In India. Correct. Something
happened to me, sir, which just too
the sunshine out OF life. At tn
time ] didn't know all it meant. Iv
learned since. For seven years
have been flirting with death an
hoping to fall"
Hsrley stared at him uncompre
hendingly. more than ever I fal
to understand"
Nicol Brinn dropped his chin int
his hand and resumed that unseein
stare into the open CRATE. Paul Har
ley watched him ~intently.
There isn't any one l woul
rather eonida in,p confessed tn