New Britain herald., 1925-03-21
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the murueT Ol His Soushh 'ah'" | Glenister, to obtain his title and es- tate, goes into rage when !
 Kathleen Glenister, cousin of the dead man, refuses to marry him. She loves .. |
 Norman Slater, who breaks into | the room, and engages Sin Dudley l in a fight until James Wragge, Scotland Yard detective. arrives. He | obtains some valuable evidence | from Kathleen,
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 Thank you. madam, on the whole I think I'd better not" re- piled the inspector In tone Of self-negation. "Trickery inightn't like 1t. Besides, can find him, all right - the old blighter.'
 50 long then" Miss Blair re- fired into the narrow entrance. Look In any time you're passing"
 Wragge promised to do so and got into the waiting taxi. And as he drove away he assured himself that he would certainly have to re- visit that abode at no distant date. For Mrs, Simon Trickey had not only been revealed as Maud Blair" the cinema actress, but without any manner of doubt she was also the original of the photograph which Kathleen Glenister, not an hour ago, had identified as that of Sally Grimes, the daughter of the head gamekeeper at Beechwood Grange. CHAPTER x
 The Entry in the Casc-Book
 On the evening after his return to Harley street Doctor Willough- by Melville, having finished his soli- tary dinner, retired to his consult- ing room.
 Switching on the electrics, he un- locked an antique corner cupboard and ran his eye over several neatly piled stacks of books in a uniform binding which bespoke them as manuscript. Taking down one of , the volumes he carried 1t to a deep seated easy-chair and began to turn the pages.
 About five years ago." he mur- mured.
 His meeting with Inspector Wragge at the lodge gates Of Beechwood Grange on the previous day had struck 8 chord of memory awakening the liveliest curiosity. He had already become obsessed with the mystery of the skeleton finger, and when he recognized the ascetic looking clergyman lettering there as a Scotland Yard officer whom he had treated professionally years before, he at once guessed that he was engaged on the case.
 Ignoring the clerical disguise. he had given Wragge the surprise Of his life by addressing him by name and recalling their old relations as medical adviser and patient. 1m- mediately afterwards he had made amends by assuming that the jn' spector was on duty, there and in- forming him that a shady-lookins individual had just forced himself upon Sir Dudley Glenister.
 He found the entry -.- his system of cross-indexing was the last word in method without any trouble and he settled down to peruse it His first glance at the length of the entry told him that the state Of Inspector Wragges nerves five years ago had demanded careful atten' ton.
 He read his own diagnosis of the
 symptoms with a revived interes
 that recalled the examination tt
 which he had submitted MT
 Wragge.
 James Wragge, Inspector Grim
 inal Investigation Department" th' page was headed. Age 43. neigh
 ft. 10 in., weight 12 stone. N'
 traces of organic disease. Appear ance and pulse indicate. temperate
 habits"
 . The specialist paused in hi s reading and in his minds eye wis 7 ualized the bogus clergyman whom | he had met at the lodge gates 0
 Bccchwood Grange.
 And if," he reflected, "I had t ! diagnose Mir. Wragge over again I should probably have to use precise . ly the same words I used five year
 ago. He looks as fit as ever, an' l barring a few gray hairs not a da, . older. But there was a look of men E tai strain about his eyes" q Melville read on:
 When I pressed him for tn q cause of what I was compelled {
 describe as nervous breakdow y which threatened creeping paraly
 ss, his frank demeanor disar 2 pcared. He prevaricated and fence /" with my questions till was oblige a 10 tell him that unless I was ir
 formed of the source of worry y Acould do but little to remove it."
 Placing his finger between th el leaves, the doctor leaned back i'd his chair and closed his eyes. I'll le scene in that consulting room, no
 so long ago, came back to him z le thought it were yesterday. I'll II hard bitten detective officer, presse s! for the cause of his trouble, Ina Id burst into tears, confessing that l D. had been caught by high officia
 holding a minor post in the goverl ly ment of the day, accepting brit ld for allowing. a defaulting banker le escape from justice. The official a' $. cuser, whom Wragge had n le named, had consented to hush Il T matter up, while giving him to ul os derstaud that it was only held