New Britain herald., 1925-08-01
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i-hAHipP lldN bNithStu ill5 tdh6lllt . conspires with his son. James Hon. eybun, to murder Lathrop.
 Lathrop's daughter, Margaret, Is engaged to Marry Sir Guy Lathrop, and they attempt to direct suspicion toward hi m. However, Wilmot, called Monkey Face, learns of their secret. In q fight he mortally wounds James. Before he dies James makes a confession,
 Wilmot Is placed under arrest by Inspector Roake of Scotland Yard, called to the scene by klyne. Roake orders his men to remove the mur- derer.
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 Take him along to the police station and ask the local sergeant to lock him up." Roake ordered two of his subordinates. "You, Meacham, remain with Honeybun's body till I send 8 wagon. l don't suppose 1t runs to an ambulance in this be- nighted village"
 I'il' i>hl hlIl GiNI fAitld HIS ulJl and they went off together in the wake of the prisoner, Suddenly a fubbub arose outside and one of the escort came rushing back, so agitated that he dared not look his superior officer in the face.
 "He has broke away. sir" he cried. Baxter is after him, but it is as dark as pitch,'
 Mfr. Honeybun the elder was burning the midnight oil, or, to be more accurate, the electric light in- stalled by him at great expense. He was sitting up late in the hope that. his son would return before he re- tired. He felt that if he went to bed he should not sleep unless he was informed why James had gone skulking off, leaving him to check as best he might the suspicion generated by such action in the mind of Inspector Roake.
 Roake's demeanor, subsequent to his discovery that the informer had given him he slip, had changed to one of scarcely yelled official severi- ty, MT. Honeybun had almost per ceiyed the generation of the seeds of suspicion.
 He himself. knowing what lnspec- tor Roake could not know, could put up 8 fairly good guess as to what had prompted his sons fur tive departure. James had spotted Wilmot, the truant chauffeur as the man from whom the doubtful Lord Bulpeter" professed to have extracted a confession, and James in his alarm had gone away to find the fellow and prevent him from Ureaking further mischief pos sibly also to punish him, for James was hot-headed.
 So Mr. Samuel Honeybun sat and chewed the cud of several good whiskies- and sodas till his mind l should be set at ease, He may have dozed a little, being an old man faced with difficulties; for when he suddenly strengthened himself in his easy-chair it was with 8 start, as of one awakened from forgetfulness.
 A movement in the room had aroused him - the opening and shutting of the door. Wilmot was advancing towards him in the strangest fashion. Between his teeth 1 he carried a file which, when he | ,1ir hn ia ] the lap of Mir. Honeyhun, who now saw that the ex-chautfeur had his wrists bound together by handcuffs.
 'I should have been here before, only I had to go and rurmage in the tool-box at the garage for the 1 file" Wilmot addressed his masters ! father In familiar style. What you have got to do old Cocky-Uax, is to 1 file these darbies off me. When you | have done that you will fork out all the coin you have in the house, and I will do a bunk for keeps"
 You must have been In the hands of the police" protested Mir. Honeybun, cycling the steel brace lets with extreme distaste. If l were to do as you say l should be u the hands of the police myself" :"
 Get busy with the file or I'll bash your head in with these things" Wilmot commanded, raising high his confined wrists in dreadful menace. Yielded by two muscular arms, the handcuffs were certainly a formidable weapon. Mir. Honey buns Pickwickian face went white, but grasping the file he set to work on the metal circlet. It bade fair | 10 be a long job in the trembling | fingers of an old man who was no craftsman, but gradually the steel band was bitter by the rasping tool till it was nearly through. The sweat poured from MT. Honeybun's brow, and then suddenly he tossed the file to the end of the room.
 "IIl be damned if I do it!" he shouted. You villain, you must have been up to something heastly, or you wouldn't be wearing those things. Where is my son? What have you done to him?"
 Wilmot raised his arms again, but changing his mind, lurched across the room to pick up the file MT. James is where I'm going tc send you." he snarled, unless yor think better of it. Make up youl
 mind right smart, afore l lose m!
 patience with you"
 Those were the last words uttered by Wilmot as free man. The fet
 tered wrists were in the act of de
 scending on the gray head whe1
 Roake and Elyne rushed into thu room and flung themselves upoI
 him. Uniformed members of thu
 county police followed and assured
 the surrender of the murderer
 Fresh handcuffs were fitted on hin
 and he was led away gibbering ob
 scene profanities at his captors,