New Britain herald., 1925-07-10
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 fish countryman, who gives much time to a study of the weather, finds his rain gauge nlIcd with blood And then comes the news that Sir Francis Lathrop has been murdered Suspicion of the murder is directed toward
 Sir Guy Lathrop, nephew of tho murdered man, and engaged to his daughter, Margaret Sir Guy is trained by Inspector Roake Of Scot land Yard. He returns to Lathrop Grange, where Margaret secrets him in secret room,
 Meanwhile Adrian Klyne, private detective employed by Margaret. de- cides to call upon Samuel Honeybun. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER NI
 MT. Samuel Honeybun wiped the breakfast crumbs from his ample waistcoat and toddled out on his daily ceremonious visit to his rain gauge. There had been a few show CTS in the night, totaling about d tenth of an inch, and he poured it into the graduated glass with a grunt of satisfaction.
 He went into the house and me- ticuously registered the measure ment on the chart. after which he ordered the wagonette round.
 "Mr. James went out early before breakfasted, he said to his coach- man as he climbed into the old fashioned vehicle. Do you know if he has come back yet ?'
 "I don't think so, sir" was the reply. He took his car, and it isn't in the yard"
 "Where do you want to go, sir the coachman turned his head to inquire as they jogged out of the entrance gates.
 Admiral Fitz-Bogle's place" re- nlied NIr. Honeybun "The admiral is in queer street and is leaving. Got some good old stuff. l may tempt him to part with few Of his sticks"
 A few hours later 1t transpired that Nlr. Honeybm's powers of per suasion had met with success. The wagonette drove up to the door ot his home and disgorged load of three Chippendale chairs. They were beautiful specimens, fabricated of the rich, dark mahogany that to connoisseurs is a dream of the past Mr. Honeybun personally superln- tended the unloading and carrying in of his acquisitions, and so ab- sorbed was he that he did not mo- tice that a stranger had followed the carriage in from the road and was observing the operations with every show of interest.
 Have I the pleasure ot aQdreS", ing MT. Honoybun-Mr samuel uonevbun he politely inquired Good! Delighted to meet you' SIT. Nv name is Hiram z. Cable, ana hai, from Gods own country, other wise the United States of America' was told that you were an eXper' in antiques as well as lo' or d collector. Your recent occupa'lo' shows me that I was not m'S'l'' fnrnoed What lovely picces' } "I1ow, can I be of service to you Mir Cable " said the owner, not u be tutdone in politeness' Are you buyer" ,,,.roe
 As former man of commerce himself, MT. Honeybun was attract ad hv the taint of money, ana h' lad no doubt that his "brother cor i"otor" n' was so tainted. His lou' nhack suit and heavy gold watch oLoi,, simply rocked, of money o,,uionaire, many times over, prop' h,,, and as such to be pampel v nnd @ bumored, without any thouE Il of gain. It was pleasure to oe 7' orainted with people like that. Wr Cable stepped in admiren a closer quarters the Chippenaa,' :, oboirs which had been deposited | the hall, and followed ms o,1 p''' conductor into the dining-room,
 "There!" said the old gen'leNidl t "t1ow,s that for noble sherato sidohoard, eh?" I have it separate ,v insured for f3oo," .u '' "Hullo! Whats all this que, fad a truculent voice at the uoo, Going to sell the sideooaro' guy c nor?" .,,ra uhoeIe round. ,,,,,r ox nlained to his visitor 'No' .J,l! Ja me I am not selling anything, Ihls Mir Hiram z. Cahle, an AmerlC@ collector, who has done me U, o ,onor +o want to inspect my httI lnt Run down from Lonaoh U ,,,,rrose ,u am highly fattered'
 annaars that I am getting qul'e lS mouse as an antique collector
 Breathing heavily Mir. Jam' 1,anavhun came further into tf rnom rtC "An antique washout'' r sreered at his father, Famous II aead, Now you MT. Cable, Whel did this silly old mans fame hrst m and hit you? How did you Iea o. ,bat he monkeyed with antiques
 some fellow in the smoking-r9o ot my hotel mentioned it, I th1n
 hut I really couldn't swear to tha'
 he said. s o,
 MT. James Honeybun scovled al
 his right hand slipped into s'
 pocket, inducing a similar counte
 movement on the part of MT. Cab ,is For ten seconds the atmosphere "
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