New Britain herald., 1925-06-30
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That moment came when he was half way between the entrance gates and the front door of the Factory. A buxom girl in a sky blue overall, and wearing a sun bonnet, was culling roses within a few feet Of the carriage drive he was traversing. As he passed she looked up from her task and two pairs of very bright eyes ciashed. The eyes in the alluring head of f,the rose.culler were of the distinctly glad" variety. At least they as- sumed that state before they were demurely dropped to the basket of blooms. 2, ,, ', #
 Miss Larkin? ?" he said, raising his hat. t-f O. Yes. Did you want me?" Tho eyes sought his again. no longer glad" but charged with curiosity.
 Your name"~-- Kiyne managed to convey that his business was a secondary consideration with Hhim-- was given me by gentleman whom l am not at liberty more de- tinitelysto refer to. will be quite open with you, Miss Larkin. am i detective. endea, bring to solve the mystery of Sir Lathrop's death. l was told that, as a friend ,of ihe family, you might be able to rem { der me valuable assistance."
 He left. il to be inferred that he was an official detective from Scot ! land Yard, or at least from the country town, and to his joy this i attractive young lady accepted him al that false valuation.
 ''l have never spoken 10 a detec- 1 tive before,' she cooed. "Of course. l have read about them. though D - with delightful blush T was not aware that they were gen. tlemen."
 There. are exceptions" replied Kyne dryly. Most of US try to live up to very high ideals - with more or less success. I hope 1,
 Tn your case the success is un. doubted," Miss Larkin' fine eyes once more reinforced the silver tongue. AS 10 these Lathrops, now. don't see how can help you They are very nice people, but you have been misinformed If you have been told that We are intimate County magnates don't hunt IF couples with poor clergy folk"
 Was this the green-eyed monster of jealousy peeping out?
 "I have been at the Grange al. ready" Klyne pursued testing tao. tics. Miss Margaret struck ms as" He purposely broke off as il at loss for the proper word though inviting confidence with { knowing look.
 "As stuck-up minx?" Miss Lar kin fell into the trap and supplied the hiatus, then stopped in confu. sion. "I oughtn't to have said that, she murmured. "A regular littl, cat, ain't I?"
 klyne was about to question hel as to the suspicion locally rife abou Sir Guy, when diversion occurred A dog-cart turned in through the gates from the main road.
 "Mr. Samuel Honeybun from Latchfield," Miss Larkin explained He is our great authority on rain fall and has probably come to com pare notes with my father, who il his understudy in these parts"
 The man whose gauge contained human blood after the night Of tn, Lsthrop murder?' said klyne.
 Yes, but you had better get i out of your head that there va! any connection between the two oc currences," replied Adela sharply.
 Tt was never in my head Klynt rejoined, while mentally noting th' girls resentment against the popu lar conception. -,
 Well, some of the wiseacrei about here hold that idea, prepos terous as it is. Latchfield is h,, miles away, and what purpose woulc the murderer gain by putting thu blood of his victim into old Honey buns rain-gauge?"
 None at all that l can see," sait Klyne mildly. Has your father go a gauge, Miss Larkin?"
 The girl hesltated a moment, ant eyed the detective with suspicion.
 (To Be Continued)