Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1925-08-28

Things had gone well that morning
very well.
Hello, Is that you, Hugh2 Yes,
Peter speaking. The man Atkinson is
the hunchback. Stopping South Sur
rey hotel, Bloomsbury. He's just got
into a taxi and gone off to the Ritz.
He seemed peeved, to me. Yes,
he inquired lovingly about the what
nots. What's that? You'll tod
die round to the Ritz yourself. Right
no! I'll come, too. Cocktail time.
Give you full details then"
The boafer stepped out of the box
and shut the door. Then, still sucking
a filthy clay pipe, he shambled off in
the direction Of the nearest Tube sta
tion. A slight change Of attire before
lining up at the Ritz seemed indicated.
And 1t would indeed, have been a
shrewd observer who would have iden-
titled the Immediately dressed young
gentleman who strOlled into the Ritz
shortly before twelve O'clock with the
dissolute-looking object who had so
aroused the wrath of the police a few
hours previously In HoxtOn The first
person he saw sprawling contentedly
In an easy chair was Hugh Drum
mond, who waved his stick in greeting.
Peter Darrell took the next chair,
and his eyes glanced quickly round
the lounge.
Have you seen him, HughY" he
said, lowering his voice. II don't see
anything answering to the bird grow
ing about the place here"
mo" answered Hugh. "But from
discreet inquiries made from Old PIN
rived here about ten o'clock. He was
at once shown up to the rooms Of a
gent calling himself the Reverend
Theodosius Longmoor, where, as far as
1 can make out, he has remained ever
since. 1 want to see the Reverend
Theodosius Longmoor, Peter"
A ball of wool rolled to his feet, and
Hugh stopped to pick 1t up. The own
er was a girl sitting close by, busiIy
engaged in knitting some obscure gar
ment, and Hugh handed her the wool
with a bow
Thank you so muchi" she said,
with a pleasant smile. I'm afraid
Pm always dropping my wool all over
the place"
Don't mention it," remarked Hugh
politely. "Deuced agile little thing
a ball Of wool. Spend my life picking
up my wife's. Everybody seems to be
knitting these jumper effects now"
"Oh, this isn't jumper" answered
the girl little sadly. I've no time
for such frivolities as that. You see,
I've Just come back from the famine
stricken parts of Austria-and not
only are the poor things hungry, but
they can't get proper clothes. SO Just
a few Of US are knitting things for
them-stock sizes, you know-big.
medium, and small"
How fearfully jolly OF you'll" said
Hugh admiringly. Dashed sporting
thing to do. l must tell my ife about
1t. She's coming here to lunch, and
she ought to turn 'em out like bullets
from a machine gun-whatW
The girl smiled family as she rose.
ut would be very good Of her If she
would help" she remarked gently, and
then, with a slight bow, she walked
away in the direction of the lift.
"You know, old son." remarked
Hugh, as he watched her disappearing,
''it's an amazing affair when you real
ly come to think Of it. There's that
girl with a face far superior to a
patched boot and positively oOZing vir-
tue from every pore. And yet, would
you leave your happy home for herr
Look at her skirts-five inches too
long; yet she'd make man an ex-
cellent wife A heart of gold probably,
hidden beneath innumerable strata Of
multl-colOred wools."
Completely exhausted he drained his
cocktail, and leaned back in his chair,
while Peter digested the profound at