Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1925-07-31

"My Business Won't Take You q
Minute" Sir Bryan.
eneo. -wnat the deuce does he
wantT'
The answer was supplied by the
gentleman himself, who appeared at
that moment In the doorway. He
was evidently in state OF great agi-
tation and Sir Bryan rose.
II am engaged at the moment, Mr..
Latter" he said coldly.
MY business won't take you min
ute. Sir Bryan" he cried. "But what
want to know Is this. Is this coun-
try civilized or Ia 1t not? Look at
what l received by the afternoon
post"
He handed a sheet Of paper to the
other, who glanced at 1t casually.
Then suddenly the casual look van
ished and Sir Bryan sat down at his
desk. his eyes grim and stern.
"By the afternoon post, you sayf'
"Yes. And there have been too
many disappearances lately"
How did you know that" snapped
the chief. staring at him.
For a moment Latter hesitated and
changed color.
"Oh! everyone knows It," he an
swered, trying to speak casually.
Everyone does not know It," re-
marked Sir Bryan quietly. However,
you did quite right to come to me.
What are your plans during the next
few days?"
II am going out Of London tomor-
row to stay with Lady Manton near
Sheffield" answered Latter. "A semi
political house party. Good heavens |!
What's thatT"
With a snort Hugh sat up blinking.
$50 sorry, old lad" he burbled. II
snored: know I did. Late hours are
the devil, aren't they"
He heaved himself out of his chair,
and grinned pleasantly at Latter, who
frowned disapprOvingly.
II don't 60 in for them myself.
Well, Sir Bryan"
This matter shall be attended to,
Mr.. Latter. will see to 1t. Good
afternoon. I will keep this note"
"And who was that little funny
facef" said Hugh as the door closed
behind Mr.. Latter.
Member of parliament for a north
country constituency" answered Sir
Bryan, still staring at the piece Of
paper in his hand. Lives above his
income. Keenly ambitious. But
thought he was all right"
The other two stared at him In sur
prise.
What do you mean, sirf" asked Nc
liver at length.
Our unknown friends do not think
so, Mac" answered the chief, handing
his subordinate the note left by Lat
ter. "They are beginning to interest
me, these gentlemen"
"You need rest, Charles Latter"
read McIver slowly. "We have estab-
lished home for people like you
where several Of your friends await
you. In a few days you will join
them"
"There are two things which strike
one, McIver," remarked Sir Bryan
thoughtfully lighting cigarette.
First and most important that mes
sage and the one you found this morn
ing were written on the same type
writer-the letter s. is distorted In
each case. And. secondly, Mr.. Charles
Latter appears to have inside informa-
tion concerning the recent activities OF
our masked friends which 1t Is difficult
to see how he came by. Unless"-he
paused and stared out of the window
with a slight frown-"unless they are
far more conversant with his visiting
list than I am"
McIver's great jaw stuck out as If
made Of granite.
1T proves my theory, sir" he grunt-
ed, "but If those jokers try that game
on with Mr.. Latter they won't catch
me second time"
A terrific blow on the back made
him gasp and splutter.
There speaks my hero-boy," cried
Hugh. Together we will outwit the
knaves."
Hugh Drummond strolled slowly
along Whitehall in the direction Of
Trafalgar square. His face wore it's
habitual look Of vacuous good hnmor.