New Britain herald., 1925-07-25
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on the morning of the murder of Sir Francis Lathrop,
 Sir Guy Lathrop Is suspected of the murder and Inspector Roake of Scotland Yard is prevented from ar- resting him by Sir Guy going into hiding. Meanwhile
 Adrian Klyne, private detective. employed by Margaret, daughter of he murdered man, and engaged to Sir Guy, takes into custody
 Wilmot, Honeybun's chauffeur, and hides him In the shanty of a poacher named Sturman.
 Klyne threatens Wilmot with third degree if he does not tell why he, Wilmot, had attempted to kill Klyne just before the capture. (Klyne knows that the plot was set by the Honeybuns and Adela, the latter having tipped him off. Klyne asks Wilmot Were you instigated by Miss Larkn?"
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Wilmot nodded his head violently.
 
 convey an affirmative answer.
 "The swine is shifting the blame on to missy" growled sturman. And he showed the poker into the now blazing fire with grim relish.
 You attempted to act on Miss Larkin's instigation?" the inquisitor turned again to the captive.
 This question was not received with the same enthusiasm. In fact 1t seemed to reduce its recipient to a state of coma. A glassy film yelled his eyes and he remained notion less.
 Take his boots off and then give me the poker, Sturman," said the operator of the third degree.
 The film cleared from Wilmot's eyes and he nodded his head. less vigorously than before, but still 1t was an answer.
 Never mind the boots or the poker" was the next order. 'He is yellow right through and will come across all right"
 Blankly smiling at the we'll spread breakfast table, Mir. Samuel Honeybun unfolded the strip Of linen he called a serviette and shov- eled kidneys and mashed potatoes on his plate.
 MT. James Honeybun, joining him 3, few minutes later, was in far . from benignant mood. He cursed the kidneys as tough, damned the cof- fee .as cold and finally upbraided his father for looking so happy.
 Why shouldn't I look happy when I feel so?" protested the old man. Nothing has gone wrong, has it?"
 "Wilmots nowhere about, and a! the car isn't in the garage he cam have come back. Seems as if tha girls scheme ended in a miss-fir' or worse, unless 1t was plant. don't like her"
 She's sound goods" dissentet II MT. Honeybun, senior. who had { sneaking senile admiration fo Adela's pert prettiness. More likel, Wilmot has absconded with the car or else sold the pass to the chal calling himself Lord Bulpeter. Yor may not like Miss Larkin, but Tn fingered if 1 like Wilmot."
 Where should we have beei e without him." was the gloomy re - joinder.
 Can we do anything. Jem :? asked Samuel Honeybun.
 T shall have to-" said his son. |" don't really much care what ha happened to Wilmot, but want m car back. I shall phone for hire one and SCOUT the country for m own"
 e But through the open windo7 came the drone of familiar engine g and, glancing out, the speaker sa7 that he could call off the projecte search. His own car was comin up the drive, piloted by strang gentleman who was looking abou him with interested curiosity. Tn l. car drew up at the front door an Mir. James Honeybun left the break fast table to reclaim his lost pror erty, He waited for the eXplanatio that would doubtless be forthcon ing. It came quickly enough, com mencing in interrogatory form.
 Are you Mir. James Honeybul sir" began the stranger. And this your car?" He kept his han on the wheel, as though not sur of his reception.
 "Yes, l am James Honeybun an that's my car am quite sure ths . if you pinched it you didn't mea to-" the young man essayed clums facetiousness.
 The stranger slowly descended. ,e Then the yokel who informed IT told me the truth" he replied. am glad to be able to restore to yc the car, Mir. Honeybun. l found on Hangmans Heath while takir all early morning stroll, I am sta ing at the inn at Cheverel."
 Did you see nothing of my chau feur? He has been missing sin last night"
 There was no chauffeur, or an one else, near the car when four it." the discover informed the pu 1led owner,
 You are Lord Bulpeter, are yt not 2" said Mir. James Honeybl suddenly, after a prolonged paus
 That is what they call me, W the careless reply.
 'l have been told that you a helping Inspector Roake on | Lathrop murder case"
 Quite true, and if I could on locate Roake l could enable him arrest the murderer. I tried to s ce him on the phone on my VI de through the village, but he is ra1 ,is paging round London on what ,I. thinks is a hot scent, But he ,e- bound 10 look Tn at the Yard sor