New Britain herald., 1925-07-31
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I hOuhCy T dCVs dIo cOopcCtcu VI tuc murder of
 Sir Francis Lathrop by Adrian Klyne. Posing as Lord Bulpeter he obtains evidence from Wilmot. VII mot revenges himself by imprison- ing
 Adela Larkin, sweetheart of Klyne. He forces Adela to write 6 decoy letter to Klyne. Klyns escapes the trap and calls upon Adela's father. Rev. septimus Lark!n. Rev. Lsrkin deciphers code in the letter. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Once again the Rector bent his dishonored head over the filmsy sheet. Presently he looked up with the ghost of s!ckly smile.
 T have got it." he said. "No credit to me. since my daughter and have communicated by the same method. She has underlined the most important words, which in the text are not In juxtaposltion- They are don't and come meaning, no doubt, that you are to disregard the openly expressed request to seek her on Hangman's Heath. But there Is further message. indicated by faulty characters, also at consider able intervals, In the writing. It reads Gravel Pit Rectory.'" Gravel Pit Rectory," repeated the other. Father cryptic, isn't it?"
 Mot to me" replied MT. Larkin. 1T expect she Is alluding to a dis used gravel pit behind the kitchen garden wall. There is an old shed Tn it.. where she might very well be kept 8 prisoner"
 Show me the way at once" said the visitor. My call on you, sir, has been a dispensation of Provi- dence. Your interpretation of that l message, t I can work It, shall atone for your previous conduct in this difficult case"
 The Rector led the way 10 the front door, opened it and was con- fronted by Inspector Roake and three of his men.
 "The landlord told me where to find you. Whats up, my lord?" the inspector inquired of his volunteer assistant.
 Plenty" was the curt reply. "Ths accessory of whom I spoke to you over the phone, and from whom I | obtained a statement about the Lathrop murder, is holding MT. Lar kin's daughter prisoner in gravel pit close by, threatening her with the worst sort of frightfulness. She has managed to get word to me, and We are just going to rescue her. Will you come along? The statement, and the evidence I can supply, will l justify an arrest"
 "Of course we will come along" snapped Roake, He was not too well pleased, since the chase seemed to be leading him farther and farther from his marked down quarry but he drew consolation from his lordship's" promise that his should be the credit. And there was still the chance that this wild story of an accessory and captured maiden was all bunkum. If 1t proved So the night was still young, Lsthrop Grange could be combed out after the ground had been cleared of fancy trimmings
 Piloted by Mir. Larkin, the party came to the door In the kitchen garden wall, the moonlight showing ID the shelter in the gravel pit be- vond the waste space.
 As they peered at the decrepit structure from the open doorway a scream rose from behind the rottins woodwork-ths scream of lost soul in mortal agony
 "Not much girl about that!" ex- claimed Roake, plungins forward. That Is a man being done in. Come on Rush to it,'
 "Adea must have scored again" nuttered the Rectors late visitor as he joined in the rush.
 When Mir. James Honeybun, marching across the waste ground 10 the gravel pit, heard a woman sobbing in the shelter, he started to run. He was not wholly bad. There was indeed vein of sentiment in his character which had impelled him to the lawless deed he had such reason to deplore. Anyhow, vom an who had cause to sob like that should not appeal to him in vain.
 The interior of the shed was dark the fumes of oil telling him that q lamp had been recently overturned but he had an electric torch on him with which he quickly sprayed the scene. Literally fighting tooth ant nail, Adela was struggling in the clutch of the man Honeybun hat come to kill With no thought O his vengeance. but only of rescue the new arrival flung himself on th' would-he ravisher and dragged hin from his prey The torch fell from his hand, but the light not havinl heen switched of, 1t continued tc il luminate the scene from where 1 had rolled
 Adela staggered to her feet, onl to collapse in half-faint against tn r.an of the shelter, and it vas vel that she was gone too far to visual lze what was happening The Jus of hlood ruled both combatants. On v'as baked of his desires, the othe had found the traitor he was lookin for The fight, or rather, carnage nn the ground was bestial in its vto lence, but the issue was not long 1
 doubt. Tilmot was the stronse
 and soon gained the mastery. HI cury1nr fingers more like predator
 talons, began "a choke the life ou
 of Mir. James Honeybun.
 The latter never had 3 look tr The bears hug of his adversary pre- vented him from drawing the pistc he had brought. His eyes bulge