The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-03-19
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Vendetta begins between
MICHAEL SAVERS, noted criminal
SIR NORMAN GREYES, once Of
Scotland. Yard, when Savers Ecau-
tful housema d,
JANET, saves him from ST. Norman
by shooting dead an officer sent
to arrest HIN. Janet becomes Say
ers' wife and accomplish. While
S.r Norman is living at his country
house, Greyes Manor, he narrow
ly escapes death in several sus-
picious "accidcnts,' and is con
v.nced that his enemy is again in
England.
The police appeal to tircycs to
help run to earth n criminal work
ing ut the head of a dangerous gang.
On his way to London, Greyes' car
is stopped and he is shot through
the shoulder. Janet receives two
hundred pounds in bank notes from
a mysterious source.
NOW GO ON WITH STORY
Janet Continues
At five minutes to one, however
even this condition was amended. A
youth from the hall-porter's office
put package into my hand which
mad just been left by a messenger
| opened it and found half dozen
/ familiar morocco cases. A portion
, of the jcwclry which ] had never
! thought to see again, was in my
: hands. 1t was now clear to me thai
! my husband had either already re
turned or was on the point of do
/ ing so, and that my help was need
cd. Nevertheless three days went by
without Il sign or message from any
body, three days during which
! lived after the fashion of cat
curlcd up in warmth and luxury
clinging To the feel of my clothes
rcvcing in the perfumes of my bath
eating good food and drinking wine
with slow but careful appreciation
felt the life revive in me, tn
blood flow once more through m
viens. During those three days moth
ing in this world would have drives
me back to my poverty. l would hav
committed almost any crime rathe
than return to it.
On the fourth day ! met Norma
Greyes. was leaving a hair-dress
ers in Curzon street when h
rounded the corner of Charge
street, carrying bag Of golf-club
and evidently looking for taxical
| was within a foot or two of hi,
before he recognized me. ! was cor
scious of keen and peculiar tart
of pleasure as saw som cthing flas
into his stern, unimpressive fac
Enemies Though we were, he wa
glad to seer me.
Good morning, Sir Norman"
said, holding out my hand. "Al
: there no more criminals left in tn
world, that you take holiday?"
> He smiled, and put his clut
through the open window OF tax
, cab which had just drawn up by tf
side of the curb.
: ~ am tired of hunting criminals
, he confessed. Besides, they al
:. turning the tables. They are hun
me-"
: Mndecd answered. eth
sounds as though my husband we
t coming back"
t "Thcrc are runlors Of it, ne a.
mitted. "Are !you staying ne'
herc?"
, 81 am living at the Albemar
/ Court told him. "Why not ha
! ME watched? If he does come bae
am sure I am one of the first pc
:. pie he would want to visit"
y at is wonderful idea,"
agreed, with peculiar CLEAN in h
keen gray eyes. II would rather bril-
J. you. though, to give him up"
e. How much?" I asked. "Hc h
l. treated ME very badly lately"
IS ."Aipe with me tonight he su
gested, send we. will discuss it,"
II shalt he charmed" / assent
!. boldly.
:, "At my rooms" he suggest.
y Number Thirteen bpnt eight
clock.