New Britain herald., 1925-03-25

copy before l post 1t. That would be enough to make 1t q trifs sultry for you, even it 1t wasn't sufficient to shove you in the dock"
 T shall watch for tho postman," said Sir Dudley grimly.
 Without any pretense at formal leave-taking, Mrs. Simon Trickey found herself outside the house, tramping to the railway station. A slow train brought her to London and in due course. tired but pur- poseful, she entered Number 16 Lipscombe Road, Brixton. She let herself in with her latch key.
 Passing into the dining room where Mir. Trickey had so recently given up the ghost, she took a bunch of keys from her pocket and opened an imitation Sheraton bu- reau. A moment later she opened a drawer and found 1t - empty!
 She got herself under control at last. Its that Ivy" she nut tered. That was a rotten excuse she made for coming back the day Simon turned up his toes. I'll go and wiring it out of her - or wiring her beastly neck"
 A proving taxi, rooted out Of the Brixton Road, carried the wrathful young widow to Vectis Mansions. She rang the bell of Mrs. Conings- by's luxurious flat, and. brushing aside the servant who opened to her. burst into the drawing room. Mrs. Coningsby rose from a couch by the fire and eyed the intruder not altogether kindly.
 "Whatever Is the matter, Maud?' she exclaimed. You might have a little consideration for my poor nerves"
 "Matter?" shrilled the actress Nerves? What about my nerves, you artful cat? I've come for the diary you sneaked out of Simon's bureau the day he died. My dear Maud, you are raving I wasn't aware he kept a diary and certainly haven't sneaked one' a' you so elegantly put It."
 Miss Maud Blair's limited intel ligence grappled with the problem of how much truth there was 1T this. She recognized that she might have been rash in preferring an ac cusation based only on the oppor' tunity which her sister-in-law hat had. She would have to beat a re treat with what grace she could.
 Sorry dear" she said. "It mus have been that beastly Gladys. Nt one else had a chance. I'll go home and tax her with it, as soon as tho slut comes in."
 After her visitors departure Mrs Coningsby sank down on the couci and covered her face with hel hands.
 T wish l could tell her wher' the diary is," she sighed.
 CHAPTER XVI
 A Guilty Secret
 Mrs, Coningsby was late riser.
 It was therefore with annoye' surprise that she heard the warn ing tinkle of the bell few min utes after the ornate French clocl on her mantlepiece had struck noon
 A minute later her maid came | her and announced that Sir Dud lev Glenister was in the drawln room. When she entered that apart ment a few delft touches with sun dry pigments and a moderate. us of the powder-puff had thorough justified her visitors remark:
 By love! Ivy. how we'll you ar locking."
 Mrs. Coningsby waved the bar onet to a chair and subsided on t the recently vacated sofa.
 You didn't come here to hatte me-" she said.
 Well, hardly" Sir Dudley laugh ed. "I came to see if you Eeall meant the promise you made to m at Beechwood. You said it I gc into a tight place you might b able to help"
 Things have taken a wron turn?"
 "As yet not definitely, but l ar getting the jumps. That vlndictiv little devil, Kathleen, Is waiting he chance and she narrowly missed knock out. l will begin by repeat ing that I did not murder my couei George"
 Mrs. Coningsby's lips curled. "G on, old boy" she said.
 q had in my city office" Sir Dud ley proceeded, "a confidential cler who did odd jobs for me-
 (To Be Continued)