New Britain herald., 1925-07-08
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Samuel HoneybUn, retired Eng fish countryman, startles the neigh borhood with the announcement that blood is found in his rain gauge. Right on the heels of the announcement comes news of the strange murder of
 Sir Francis Lathrop, father of Margaret Lathrop. Sir Guy Is sus- pected of the murder and when Margaret refuses to marry him he leaves for London and Is shadowed by Inspector Roake.
 Sir Guy drops a decoy In the Thames river, and Roake loses track of him.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 When Margaret discovered that her lover had been as good as his word and had left the house before breakfast she bitterly regretted her bluntly expressed rejection of his suggestion for an immediate mar riage. She still thought that such proceeding would be injudicious, be- cause Roake could have twisted 1t to suit his case against Guy, but she blamed herself for not having framed her refusal less bluntly.
 As it was, she had put Guys back up and he had paid her in her own coin by quitting his own home on the silly preteXt that they would invite scandal if they con- tinued to live under the same roof without the sanction of the church. And never before in her young eX- istence had she so felt the need of masculine strength to lean on.
 As the day wore on, her nervous ness increased and she walked down to the village inn in the hope that the landlord would have had wire announcing the return of Klyne, or rather 'the Rev. Charles Danv ' "No. miss" vas the reply. His reverence said he might be gone six hours and he might be gone six days. ain't heard from him since"
 As she was leaving the inn Mar garet was accosted by Adela Larlin, who was passing as though by acci- dent.
 "Hullo, Miss Lathrop," said the rector's daughter. Not taken to drink. l hope, in your old age?"
 Margaret could he very stately on occasion toward those she did not like. and she did not like Adela Lar | kin.
 "One can have other business than drink at an inn" she said, se- verely.
 Quite" reioined Adela. T hope your business wasn't to cali on a bogus parson who is staying there. If so, you had better inquire at the county gaol He came to the rec tory yesterday on the false pre- tenses' racket and I rather think delivered him into the jaws of the police
 That was cruel of you, but per haps you were cruel to be kind, retorted Margaret NO, ! haven been to call on your bogus parson I did not know that there was all. sort of prson staying at the inn
 The girls separated, none too ami cably
 On entering the ledge gates of tn grange, Margaret vas the recipien cf clumsy bow from 8 man comlnl from the direction of the mansion His face seemed familiar and sh recognized him as the egregious per son who behaved so strangely a the park wall introducing himsel as Mir. Honeybun, Jr. She had no forgotten his intercepted signal t the man on the wall and she in stinctively sweryed from him, sens ing an enemy.
 Yet he was as polite as he kne7 how 10 be.
 "Gcod day to you, Miss Lathrop, he said. "I have been trying to SC Sir Guy. but l md he IS rom nome I wanted to ask him if he would lf me few hundred acres of roug shooting. I am going to spend tn autumn with my father at Latch field and a fellow must have som sort of an occupation in such dead-and-alive hole, don che know"
 "Yes. Sir Guy went away th morning" Margaret moistened ht dry lips to reply, When he comt back I will tell him of your require ment though I dont think he h; any shooting 10 let
 Mir, Honeybun muttered som
 thing inaudible and sauntered O
 into the highway, where he start'
 off at a brisk pace in the directc
 of Latchfeld. Margaret proceed