New Britain herald., 1925-07-22
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, fish countryman, finds human blood in his rain gauge on the morning of the murder of
 Sir Francis Lathrop. Sir Francis daughter, Margaret. had planned 10 marry Sir Guy Lathrop against her father's wish, Sir Guy Is suspected of ths murder by
 Inspector Klyne, who posing as Lord Bulpeter makes Roake think he Is assisting in building Up case against Sir Guy when in fact he Is working with Sir Guy and Margaret. He has an ally in Adela Larktn. But Adela's father, Rev Septimus Larkin, and her uncle, silas stsmpage, uho reported blood found in his rain gauge on two occasions seem to be trying to defeat justice,
 klyne, out for a stroll, meets Adea The girl reveals her surmise of klynes disguise. klyne attempts 10 bluff, although for the moment, less interested In sleuthing than in the fetching miss before him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 T cannot even guess at what you are talking about" he said.
 Oh, yes you can," came the speedy retort. You are wondering whether I am actuated by ambition to become My Lady or by admira- tion for very clever man."
 T would rather credit you with 3 stronger motive than admiration whether for a peer or a clever man." said Lord Bulpeter quietly. And, yielding to the impulse, he stopped and kissed the provoking lips He expected to have his ears boxed. It vas a pleasant surprise when two shapely arms were flung round his neck and drew him closer. Now I know that We are allies" cooed Adela. Just as knew it was you since last night in the library at the Grange. Tell me how I can help you dish that odious 1nspec- tor"
 By informing me why you went all the way 10 Suffolk to pay one- night visit to lr. Silas Stampage," vas the uncompromising reply.
 Adela drew back, a little in awe of the speaker She had only a min ute ago secured this man for her 1 lover and sbe vas very conscious that she herself had loved him at sight. Yet such was the sporting in- stinct of the man-hunter that at the supreme moment of their romance he could thrust all emotion into the 1 background and endeayor 10 strike professional bargain.
 T will tell you everything" she l said quite humbly.
 Mr. Sias Stampage, like most re tired rotabilities who during the years of their fame and fortune have enjoyed the respect of their felloWmen, set a good deal of store by the opinion Of his neighbors. The [ invasion by gentlemen of the press, and the consequent notoriety accru- i ing 10 the strange antics Of his rain i gauge, annoyed him greatly. It is true that he had certain inside knowledge of the meaning of the phenomenon, but he wished that the same end could have been gained without so much publicity.
 So when the card of Detective Inspector Roake, Scotland Yard" " vas brought to him as he smoked his after dinner cigar he few into a rage.
 50 damned unnecessary" he concluded rather lanely as his an ger petered out,
 He don't amount to much, sir, " said the athletic footman who had parleyed with K!yne. "Puny little rat. Easy to chuck him out if you say the word, sir"
 We won't do that You can show him in, Carter"
 "That'n maybe be more cruel than the other way. Anyhow III stand by in case he howls for mercy, sir. 'grinned h sinister satellite Of the once-famous London surgeon.
 Get 10 r." snapped Mir stam- page,
 ' am sorry for this intrusion, which IS rather in the nature of clearing the ground than personal to yourself, sir" began Roake. "lt is that internal red rain, as the pen ny-a-liners call it."
 T am as much in the dark as anyone. growled Mir stampage. Tt is no use your cross-questioning me about the beastly stuff. And l tell you straight, I don't like the looks of you