New Britain herald., 1925-07-03
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50 kIynC IS working Tor you,' he spluttercd when he got breath though. "Klync's a fool That rain blood -- bloody rain, or whatever you like to call it Is just prac- teal joke"
 "D"ar mc What very unpoetical language" drawled a lazy voice from behind. "Ts it permitted to ask which of you two gentlemen is Sir Guy Lathrop?"
 They wheeled round and saw that they had been silently approached from the direction of the house by e thick set, bullet headed young man who, 10 judge by the express sion of his face, was not exactly paying friendly call. There was distinct hostility in the twitching nostrils and clenched hands.
 ''l am Sir Guy I.athrop," said the baronct What is more to the point is: Who the devil are you, sir and how do you come to be intruding on me in the privacy Of my gromds?"
 The stranger advanced a step.
 My name Is James Honeybun," he said. Son of Mir. Samuel Hon. eybun. told your butler that my business with you was urgent, and he suggested that I should follow you across the lawn, which you had just crossed"
 And the nature of that business, sir"
 Tt is rather delicate matter" he declared, May I inquire If this gentleman pointing at Roake, "is a detectiNc?"
 "He is q detective-i e-inspector from Scotland Yard" said Sir Guy. If you will take him away, Mir. Hon. eybun, and wiring his neck l shall be infinitely obliged to you.'
 ''1 very likely shall if he doesn't | heed my warning" was the trucu- lent reioinder. And that warning is to desist from annoying my father by casting aspersions upon him."
 "The only aspersion I ever cast on Mir. Samuel Honeybun was that he was the victim of a practical | joke" growled Roake. | '1f you have come round to that view so much the better for you." asserted Mir. Honeybun junior. | tlercely, That you never held any other is not in accordance with our experiences and information. You very well know to what l am allud- | ing That sort of thing has got to stop"
 Now Roake did not in the least know 10 what he was slluding. He would have given good deal 10 be enlightened. incredulous as he was about the rain-gauge clue. Not be- ing an absolute imhecile. an inkling of the truth began 10 dawn upon him. This obnoxious young man was distributing 10 him the activities Of that futile amateur Adrian Klyne. Not ten minutes ago Sir Guy had said that Klyne had adopted the rain gauge theory and was working on it,
 "I don't know anything about your experiences or information, ' said Roake stiffly. "The latter must be all wrong anyhow, for ] have never even considered your father in connection with the case I am engaged on,"
 Though I have no reason to love Inspector ROake, I can corroborate him there," Sir Guy interposed "rhe inspector has got 1t in for rls badly, and for me alone. quite ex. pect to sleep in Muddngton jail to night"
 Margaret, who had been an al most silent auditor of the three cornered wrangle, was gazing ab stractly at the wall near which the!
 were grouped, Suddenly she grev , rigid, and tho next moment she criec } out:
 , "Take7 care, there is man ul l there! I think he is waiting 10 shoo one of us"
 Jney all lolloNeu tne ulTeCtlon 0 her gaze and saw on the coping 0 r the age-melloWed wall a crestur,
 who at first sight must have beel , one of the larger apes, 80 hideou . were his features. But as the, ) looked the features resolved them . selves into human semblancc, and | ] was seen that he was handling 1 , gun of some sort. The weapon wa r not actually at his shoulder, but i S was held at the ready"
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