New Britain herald., 1925-04-04
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little boy" she added. with any luck you may be in time to see Sir Dudley's burning mill. expect the loony and his fire expert are about somewhere"
 With which she tainted.
 John Grimes had been chafing her hands, but he dropped them and stood upright. His features were convulsed with horror.
 Fire at the mill house?" he murmured dully. Do you know what she means?" He turned fierce- ly on his wife.
 But Mrs. Grimes shook her grizzled head and mouthed a de- nial.
 That man-monkey shall tell me-" cried the keeper, and he strode from the cottage, followed by Wragge, who unobtrusively att tached himself to MT. Colne again.
 May God forgive mel" groaned the keeper with sincerity. T thought I was serving the family not fiend. He has got his cousin and her sweetheart shut up there"
 The deluded worshipper of the Glenister tradition started 10 run across the clearing, with Wommers- ley's troupe at his heels giving tongue like a pack of badly broken hounds on false scent. In the tur- moil caused by the accident to the leading lady the electrician had omitted to switch off the light, and the mill stood stark and silent, a ghost haunted memory of other days, in the artificial glow. Wragge glanced at it and decided that the stalwart game-keeper was compe- tent to deal with & situation that had not yet arisen. Just now his duty lay nearer to hand -- the hand that had once more taken quiet possession of the cabinet min isters arm.
 He looked sideways at the refined and clever face that was almost ek-by- jowl with his own. It was I all SdRstuf anu LII d W II litO
 customed lines that indicated tre-
 mendous emotion emotion sug-
 gesting a well-nigh overwhelming
 dread under a control strained tc
 snapping point,
 Yet Wragge had looked on tha'
 face and quailed before it at in
 tervals during the worst momentt
 of his life. He would have been les
 than human if note of triumph
 had not crept into his voice.
 "Mr. Colne," he said, "I am un
 der the disadvantage of holding nt
 warrant. but I will take the re { sponsibility of arresting you on sus picion for the murder of Mir. Georg' V Glenister on the 7th of June, 1919.
 For a few seconds Mir. Colne dit ., not answer. He seemed to be 1nten on watching the progress of Johl Grimes, who by now had almos reached the stepping-stones. Tn = keeper had chosen that route to th I mill as the shortest from the cot = tage, overlooking the fact that = would take more time to travers z than that across the top of tn
 dam. The stepping-stones were 1
 darkness, whereas the dam was 1 i, full glare of Mir. Wommersley | electric protector.
 e The great statesman had the si d yer tones of his beautiful voic ,- well under control when at last h
 broke the silence.
 % What of yourself, Wragge" h ,r said quietly. Have you counted tf if cost of tle action you are propo!
 ing to take? The records of vol D. early lapse from the straight pat ,s are still in being, remember" ,d "I have not forgotten, sir" r
 piled the inspector gravely. Tho A he laughed a little and adde
 There being no witnesses preser 4 I do not mind confessing that l a
 hoping for great things from tho ,, records now that I have complet' Nv my case against you. The authoi bo ties will hold it to my credit tn od I have arrested a highly plac r. criminal in spite of the fact th as he had this pull over me. My lap' od as you call it. was mere tri n- compared with yours, Mir. Coli ,w and I have atoned for 1t by yea of of faithful service to the state. py "I see" sneered the cabinet mi
 ister. You funked my pull oN re you till you obtained greater o Io1 over me. What homily l shol he be able 10 deliver to Parliament ins the moral rectitude of the poll nc force. But see here, Wragge.
 man to man, If you really intend .d brave the perils of your past V ars ten thousand pounds and the ch nd constableship of a county ind' he you to abandon the idea?" ,n- Not on your life, sir. have i,v many ignominious years of be-
 bullied and browbeaten by you ess wipe out" responded Wragge. god Mir. Colne sighed as one who ,dv plores the folly of a feebler mi for Then a short gasp broke from h yed to be echoed in deeper eXclan red ton from the detective. Preoc ali pied as they both were. the ga ch- thing had obtruded on their ser all and distracted their attention
 simultaneously. Away beyond and mill-rase another light had bro ,ry- out which was not the steady g ane of, the Ampphibian electric. and flames were shooting rom the | # of the mill-house, licking tong like of fire struggling with a belcl
 cloud Of smoke.