The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1924-11-23
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apacneS-
Not for long, however. Within six months
word had come to him of the death of a
relative in his native Russia, and of a little
property that was now his by right of in.
heritance; and he was for saying good-by
to his new colleagues and journeying on to
Moscow to claim his little fortune.
But the law Of the apaches is the law OF
the commonwealth, and Margot and her
band had demanded the usual division. Los
that he would share. Five days later his
knife-jagged body was fished out of the
Seine.
That was seven years ago; and now here
was Lord St. Timer burning labels that had
to do with the days when that dead man
was in honest business, and had lost it SIM
ply through dissipation after the police had
discovered that 60 Essex Row was used as
a meeting-place for several wanted Aliens
and had raided it and closed it up.
After that drink got him. It was only a
step from that to the apaches, and from the
apaches to the Seine.
What few paltry effects Lovetski had pos
sessed when ne joined the apaches we've left
in his room. The apaches had gone through
them and voted them not worth ten sous the
lot-and very probably they were not Still
there might have been letters, and there
might have been some unused labels; fell
lows of that sort would be apt to keep
things of that kind. If this Lord st. vi.
mer had come into possession of things that
were left in the secret haunts of the apachess
decidedly it would be an advantage to get
a look at his lordship.
Cleek whisked off his coat, waistcoat, and
necktie, and made the change to dress suit
with striped waistcoat in twinkling. AM
other and more subtle "ehange"-yet made
even ouicker-altered his countenance SO
completely that not one trace Of likeness to
Mr. Philip Barch remained. A moment
later he had passed swiftly out of the room
and was tapping upon Lord St. Timers door:
faint "snick" sounded which his trained
ears identified at once as the switching OIL
Of an electric light and quick as he was in
opening the door, it was an utterly black
room he entered.
"Who are you? What do you want? a
voice raped out with an unmistakable note
of alarm in it.
Master sent me up, your lordship," re-
piled Cleek in the bland, deeply deferential
tones of the well-trained man servant. HE
is anxious to know if your lordship would
prefer some especial dish prepared for your
lordship's dinner, or if
"Your master sent you up about my dlIls
ner?" the voice trumpeted out in sort Of
panic
Then came yet another sound-the jingle
of spoon or fork against plate or cup
his loldshp's dinner had already been
served, when he made another discovery;
his lordship was not alone in the room.
Some one was there with him, some one
who simply gave an amazed exclamation,
then moved swiftly and smoked on the light.
C1eek saw a bed, and on it man who
turned over, so that his face was to the OPP
posite wall, while an open newspaper-one
of many-almost covered his head. Beside
that bed there was table and salver
loaded with many dishes.
With his hand on the switch that con-
trolled the electric light, his head bent for
ward, and his small ferret eyes brightly
cleaning, Mr.. Harry Raynor stood looking
him in the face. -,
Hello! l say, who the devil are you!"
Without one word of reply, Cleek backed
out Of the door, shut it sharply after him,
smoked out the electric light in the passage,
and lodged back into his own room with
the fleet suddenness of a hunted hare
In twinkling, young Raynor was OUT
after him, being obliged to stop and turn ON
the extinguished light, but by the time ne
had done this Cleek was safely out OF slgnt,
and was engaged in tearing off his evening
clothes.
Lord St. Ulrner began to rattle out an
absolute fusilade of excited cries and