New Britain herald., 1925-06-30
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 English countryman with passion for studying the weather, finds blood in his rain gauge. On the same morning the lifeless body of Sir Francis Lathrop is discovered at his home, five miles away, and suspicion is directed toward Sir Guy Lathrop, nephew Of the murdered man, and In love with his only daughter, Margaret. Mar garet believes her lover innocent and hires a private detective, who after making an examination in the home becomes very much interested in a small wooden horse, a chiId's toy, which Sir Francis had kept for many years. He talks to Margaret. Margaret suspects AdcIa LarEin. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER III
 More jealousy. She Is In love with Guy and may have hoped 10 part us by involving him in suspi- cion," Miss l.athrop told Klyne.
 "I am much indebted to you, Miss Lathrop. l only wish all my clients were as helpful. will see Mr, symes and Miss Larkin with out delay"
 Later the same day a stochily- built man of military carriage pre- scented himself at Long Paston Hall and inquired for MT. Symes. He refused to send in his name till the butler had said that his master had made all callers names a condition of admission. Whereupon MT. Ad- rian klyue dubbed himself Mason and was conducted to a room where a middle-aged. cadaverous man | looked up from a letter he was writing.
 "WclI, Mir. Mason 9" he said jerkily. T don't know you, do 1? What is your business with me?"'
 Klyne smiled the ingratiating { smile of the would-be vendor. T am in the motor-car line" he re. | piled. Sell 'em or buy 'em, or both If you have got an old car that you'd like to trade off as part pay ment for q new one. I'm your man. 1 Mr. Symes regarded the speaker with an appraising scrutiny. "l l have a car that l am - CT - tired of" he replied with hesitation. "l' is in good running order, but want Fiat
 Can l see your car, sir?" Mr Mason" Nus persuasive. l can sup ply you with a Fiat, new or second hand, and you wouldn't have tc quarrel with the price l should Of fer for the old one"
 The garage at Long Paston Hal was a converted coach house in th' old yard. Its double door stood open and Klyne's bue-gre. eyes snapped with sudden interes when he saw that the color of th' only car housed there was yellow
 An" he exclaimed. "A Daimler see. And in fairly good condition.
 He was conscious the while tha Mir. Symes was watching him witt a covert sheer, and when at last h. strengthened himself he knew tha someone else had been watching him, too. from the shadows at thu far end of the garage a grim faced little man of indeterminat' age. whose demeanor was patentl. hostile.
 Your chauffeur?" said klyn, with a gesture toward the man.
 "Yes, that's Wilmot, who drive me" admitted MT, Symes.
 You never drive yourself?"
 No good at it. Never been abl 10 master the technique. Besides, haven't got the nerve"
 Mr. Symes escorted the motor salesman" 10 the lodge gates. Dur ing the progress along statel. drive Klyne remarked suddenly:
 T only heard on my way dowl in the train this morning that you lovely neighborhood is under cloud. Too bad that the police don run in the murderer. Sir Francis seems 10 have been popular"
 Mr. Wilfred Symes, his lantheu jaws working strangely, halted il his stride and smote the palm 0 one hand with the knuckles Of tn other.
 The police are fools," he snarled The case is as plain as a pike staff. Motive and everything simpl, screaming al them. No need 10 them 10 look an inch beyond tn boundaries of Lathrop Grange"
 Klyne shaped his pedestrian course for the Rectory of the vii lage in which Lathrop Grange va