Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1924-05-09

member Of his club, still brilliant fig
ure in the courts, although his appear
ances there were less frequent, still
devoting the greater portion Of his time
to his profession, although his work in
connection with it had become less
spectacular. One morning at the
corner Of Charges street and Curzon
street, about three weeks after his visit
to the opera, he came face to face with
Sir Timothy Brast.
"Will you dine with me at Hatch
End tonight?" the latter asked my
daughter and I will be alone"
81 should be delighted" Francis re-
piled promptly. Il ought to tell you,
perhaps, that I have called three times
upon your daughter, but have not been
fortunate enough to find her at home"
Sir Timothy was politely apologetic.
81 fear that my daughter is little
inclined to be morbid" he confessed.
Society is good for her. I will under
take that you are a welcome guest"
cat what time do 1 come and how
shall I find your houseW Francis In
quired.
"You motor down, l suppose?" Sir
Timothy observed. Good! In Hatch
End anyone will direct you. We dine
at eight. You had better come down
as soon as you have finished your days
work. Bring a suitcase and spend the
night"
~ shall be delighted" Francis re-
piled.
"court disappointment by overantici-
patton. You have without doubt heard
Of my little gatherings at Hatch End
They are viewed, I am told, with
grave suspicion, alike by the moralists
Of the city and, I fear, the police l
am not inviting you to one of those
gatherings, They are for people with
other tastes. My daughter and have
been spending a few days alone in the
little bungalow by the side of my
larger house. That is where you will
find us-The Sanctuary, we call It."
"Some day." Francis ventured, "I
shall hope to be asked to one of your
more notorious gatherings For the
present occasion | much prefer the en-
tertainment you offer"
"Then we are both content" Sir
Timothy said, smiling. "Au revoir!"
Francis walked across Green park,
along the Mall, down Horse Guards
Parade, along the Embankment to his
rooms on the fringe of the Temple.
Here he found his clerk awaiting his
arrival in some disturbance of spirit.
"There is young gentleman here to
see you, sir" he announced. "Mr.
Reginald Wilmore his name is,
think"
"Wilmore" Francis repeated. What
have you done with him?"
''He is in your room, sir. He seems
very impatient. He has been out two
or three times to know how long
thought you would be-"
Francis passed down the stone pas
sage and entered his room, a large,
shady apartment at the back of the
building To his surprise it was empty.
He was on the point of calling to his
clerk when he saw that the writing
paper on his desk had been disturbed.
He went over and read a few lines
written in a boys hasty writing:
Dear Mr.. Ledsam:
II am In a very strange predicament
and I have come to ask your advice.
You know my brother Andrew we'll,
and you may remember playing tennis
with me last year. l am compelled"
At that point the letter terminated
abruptly. There was a blot and a
smudge. The pen lay where it seemed
to have rolled-on the floor. The ink
was not yet dry. Francis called to his
clerk.
"Angrave," he said, "Mr. Wilmore
is not here"
The clerk looked around in obvious
surprise
sit isn't five minutes since he came
OUT TO my once, SIT r ne exclaimed. II
heard him go back again afterward"
Francis shrugged his shoulders.
perhaps he decided not to wait and
you didn't hear him go by"
Angrave shook his head.
Il do not see how he could have left
the place without my hearing him,
sir,' he declared. THE door of my
office has been open all the time, and
| sit opposite to 1t. Besides. on these
stone floors one can hear any one
so distinctly
"Then what" Francis asked, has
become of him"
The clerk shook his head.
Il haven't any idea, sir" he con-
fessed.
Francis plunged into his work and
forgot all about the matter. He was
reminded Of it, however, at luncheon
time, when, on entering the dining
room OF the club, he saw Andrew VIII
more seated alone at one of the small
tables near the wall. He went over
to him at once.
"HuIlo, Andrew" he greeted him,
what are you doing here by your
self?"
"Bit hipped, old fellow" was the
depressed reply. "Sit down, will you?"
Francis sat down and ordered his