New Britain herald., 1925-07-27
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 Monkey Face.
 Monkey Face is foied in an att tempt 10 kill Klyne, then posing as Lord Bulpetcr, and is taken into cust ody. Klyne has left Wilmot in charge of Sturman, a poacher, who has shanty near the marshes. Upon returning, Klyne finds Sur man trussed up In the chair where he had left Wilmet. He frees Sur man with the words why. Sur | man?"
 NOW to ON WITH THE STORY
 The poacher stood up, straighten- ing his cramped limbs,
 That chap you call Wilmot Is a fair caution, sir" he said, For the life of me l couldn't tell you how he did 1t, but he got me. One min ute he was tied up all to rights, and the next he was all over me and l had to take his place on the stool of | repentance. The last word he said before he did bunk was that he'd get you, too."
 "Wel," came the familiar drawl, quite likely he will, But he hasn't got me yet, What are those marks on your throat?"
 He started trying to strangle me, and I guess he thought he had sue ceeded Anyway believe he left me for dead"
 But that Is evidence" retoined , the other. You have not suffered 1 in vain, Sturman. We cant have too many of those fngermarks."
 Wilmot, otherwise Monkey Face, has told his latest employer that he was going 10 remain in the district in order to pay off some old scores His refusal to stop at the Honeybun home and his assertion that he would be heard of in the neTspa- pers. were due to his belief that sturman would not recover from the onslaught of his strangler's hn- yers It was on the cards that his vague miy-up with other peoples troubles might crystalline into plain charge of murder against him | self.
 He had to take cover. or go to ground. at once, and he had not much time to do it In, He must be safely hidden, with due provision made for his food, drink and tobac- O. before the devil who had put him through the third degree dis covered what had befallen sturman the poacher,
 Being q competent rascal. he ac- compished these things within TWO hours of his bidding d curt tare- will to Mir. Samuel Honeybun. Be- fore noon he was tucked away in vorkman's shelter In a deserted zravel-pit behind the Rectory gar den wall. He had brihed a boy to do his shopping for him and had himself smuggled in a few blankets for bedding.
 He was used to roughing it, ana he did not anticipate any quarrel with his new quarters, especially II he could install in them the com panion he had marked down. On the evening of the day "her wilnot took up his abode in the gravel pit behind the Rectory. Mrs Tansittart sat at the open window of the library reading Jane Eyre bv Charlotte Bronte. She had nrs read "Iane Eyre" in the f1fties o the last century and she had resc nothing else since. She read 'h' hook every three months.
 The only sound that she coulc hear. and that subconsciously' "a' the souawk of her parrot in the next room, She was so devoted 'c the noisy bird that its raucou' voice disturbed her not at all. Anc at first when 1t stopped she uio not notice the sudden cessatlon' bu Inv degrees she grasped the fact tha' the parrot had been reduced 10 si' ,arce and, smitten with anxiety toi inc narti-colored fowl, she la1d asiut her book and ran into the heA' room. where the cage stood opei on table close to the open "lndo"
 Something else was open, too' ant that was the door of the cage. It hird all ungrateful for the tender' ness lavished on it, had won ''' Nhertv and was even now nutterlhe outside somewhere at the mercy o every proving cat ,
 Aunt Emily was a good pluchel nm and though she had a horror o' the dark since the mysterious rilur der of Roake's assistant, she raI out ,nto the grounds on a searcf for her pet - a search that to al evenIv balanced mind in this Tn . stance would have been classed VIII the also rans." For the distrsctec , ladv had only traversed hundred ,.rbs or so of the drive when sh' was politely accosted out of th' darkness.
 seen, but have you lost parrot have got one here. He must hav' heep attracted by the headlights O my car. for he flew straight lnt' them and finally landed on me grabbed him, and here he is" , Mrs. Nansittart gave vent TO , few delighted shrieks and in a nt 0 r hys,crical gratitude invited the un seen 10 complete his kindness b , brineine the ahsconding bird up U the house.
 She led the parrots rescuer int . the dining-room and the bird hay : ing been shut into its cage she SUE ; rested the reward of a whisky an U soda The offer was accepted wit alacritv. and the ingredients bein : on the sidehoard ii was not neces V sarv 10 ring for Jevons
 B Nice place you have her' t ms'sn." said the guest ss he sippo. . his liquor Being a stranger [