New Britain herald., 1925-03-26
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& NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Then he went on to tell the story of Simon Trickey - and how widow demanded the con- tinuance of the annuity. ""She swears that someone has stolen the diary, but that she remembers enough of it to make things hot for me if I don't shell out" Sir Dud- ley finished. q told her that if she couldn't produce the diary she hadn't a leg to stand on, but - don't like it, Ivy"
 Mrs. Coningsby rose from the sofa, took a cigaret from a silver box on the table, lighted it and re- sumed her seat
 Mrs, Trickey can't do you any harm without the diary" she said.
 Mrs. Trickey!" exclaimed Sir Dudley. T never mentioned the name. How the devil do you come by it?"
 "Sit down and don't be melodra- matic," Mrs. Coningsby adjured him. Mrs. Trickey is my sister-in- law. Your clerk. Simon Trickey, was my brother"
 Good God, You never told me-
 Was it likely. It was hard work enough to start socially as Ivy Beaudesert of the chorus without labelling myself as his sister. l knew all about that diary and that 1t would blow you sky-high if it ever came to light. I also knew where Simon kept it.'
 "Then it was you who pinched the thing"
 Not so fast" Mrs. Coningsby checked him. ."You may as well have 1t all while we are about 1t. The diary wasn't your greatest dan- ger so long as Simon was alive. He could. probably have repeated every word of it. The diary would only become a direct menace to you when it became the sole menace, SC I had a double task, you see. Dud- ley?"
 q am afraid don't" rejoined her nearer.
 You must be pretty dense then, Mrs. Coningsby laughed mirthlessly First I had to kill my brother ant then steal the diary. l did both How is that for woman'e servic to the man she loves?" Sir Dudley Glenister leaned hacl in his chair, took out his handker chief and mopped his brow.
 "Where is the diary?" he aske' hoarsely.
 Mrs. Coningsby put down tn stub of her cigaret in the ash-tra at her elbow and very deliberatel lit another. ..a-. f.
 Gone beyond recall" she re piled. T burned it. f,
 "Come, Dudley! Amt you goin to fling me a word of praise fo what I've done?"
 Sir Dudley rose heavily from h chair and glanced at the door,
 Thanks are cheap" he replie gloomily
 CHAPTER XVII
 The Voice on the Phone This is the note that reache , Kathleen Glenister one origl morning:
 If Miss K. Glenister desires ev donce to convict her brothers mu
 dercr, let her come alone on Thur :, day next. 3 p. m.,- to the Bull h' tel, Beaconsfeld. In the coffee roo : will be a gentleman who will il . form her how to proceed. Nil . Glenister is advised to(conceal tn
 appointment from everyone D
 Captain Norman Slater, in who
 favor an exception may be mad Any attempt to invoke tue assis 1 ance of the police will have esp 1 ciallv disastrous consequences a the object Miss Glenister has , view.
 7, ."rhe informant will make hir ~ self known by greeting Miss Gle s ister as an acquaintance, thoul o nrobabIy she will not recogni V, him. He will wear in his butto , hole a pink and white carnati n with a sprig of maidenhair fer |: Norman Slater carefully. read a ,o rc-read the letter and handed d back to his sweetheart. M Seems promising" he said a
 ue doubtfully. T don't like yo s, having to go alone, though. w ~. ~ this fear of the police?' ;s T can understand that" ka' ~ ,, leen laughed bitterly, "The wri ,i must be aware what hopeless d n " fer Wragge is - the officer who
 conducting the case officially ,o Well" said Norman iii parti ~ ''vou will phone or wire me the .a l' suit of your interview at the Tn a%s % pips club. I shall be there all aft
 noon."
 . He was. He lunchcd there g ,s % instructed the hall-porter that s1 expected to be called up and wo Ia be found in the smoking TO -, when he was wanted.
 ' Four o'clock came without
 call for him and Norman began
 be seriously alarmed. Ca.
 Two hours more passed,
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