Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1925-11-26

you see, my friend" remarked
Peterson affably, at is necessary to
get you out of the hotel without arous-
ing suspicion. A simple little matter,
but il is often the case that one trips
up more over simple matters than over
complicated ones"
He was carefully inserting a pin
into his victims leg as he spoke, and
watching intently FOR any sign of feel
ing.
why, / remember once" he con-
tinued conversationally, that / was
so incredibly foolish as to replace the
cork in a bottle Of prussic acid after
| had-er-compelled gentleman to
drink the contents. He was in bed at
the time, and everything pointed to
suicide, except that COMPOUNDED cork.
| mean, would any man, after he's
drunk sufficient prussic acid to poison
a regiment, go and cork up the empty
bottle? 1t only shows how careful
one must be over these little matters
The girl put her head round the
door.
They're here" she remarked alb
ruptly, and Peterson went into the
other room, half closing the door. And
Drummond, writing impotently, heard
the well-modulated voice of the Rev
erend Theodosius
"Ah, my dear friend, my very dear
old friend What joy 1t is to see you
again. l am greatly obliged to you for
escorting this gentleman up person
ally"
mot at all, sir; not at all! Would
you care for dinner to be served up
! here?"
II will ring later If require it,"
Peterson was saying in his gentle,
kindly voice. my friend, you under-
stand, is still on very strict diet, and
he comes to me more for spiritual
comfort than for bodily. But / will
ring should l find he would like to
stay"
Very good, sir"
| And Drummond heard the door close,
and knew that his last hope had gone.
Then he heard Peterson's voice
again, sharp and incisive.
''Lock. the door. You two-get
Drummond. He's in the bathroom"
The two men he had previously seen
entered, and carried him back into the
sitting room, where the whole scheme
was obvious at a glance. Just getting
out of an ordinary invalid's chair was
a big man of more or less the same
build as himself. A thick silk muffler
partially disguised his face; a soft
hat was pulled well down over his
eyes, and Drummond realized that the
gentleman who had been wheeled in
for spiritual comfort would not be
wheeled out
The two men pulled him out of his
chair, and then, forgetting his condi-
ton, they let him go, and he col
lapsed like a sack of potatoes on the
floor, his legs and arms sprawling in
grotesque attitudes.
They picked him up again, and not
without difficulty theyigot him into the
other mans overcoat; and finally they
| deposited him in the invalid's chair,
and tucked him up with the rug.
eve will give it half an hour" re-
marked Peterson, who had been
watching the operation. "By that
time our friend will have had suffi-
Gent spiritual solace; and until then
you two can wait outside. / viii give
you your full instructions later"
"Will you want me any more, STRIP
The man whose place Drummond had
taken was speaking.
"No," said Peterson CURLY. sect
out as unostentatiously as you can.
Go down by the stairs and not by the
lift"
With Eod, he dismissed them all,
and once again Drummond was alone
with his two chief enemies.
Simple, isn't it, my friend" re-
marked Peterson. "An invalid ar
rives, and an invalid will shortly go.
And once you've passed the hotel
doors you will cease to be an invalid.
You will become again that we'll
known young man about town-Capt.
Hugh Drummond - driving out of
London in his cara very nice Rolls.
that new one of yoursAbought, /
think, since we last met. Your chauf-
feur would have been most uneasy
when he missed it but for the note
you've left him, saying you'll be away
for three days" Peterson laughed
gently as he stared at his victim.
'You must forgive me if 1 seem to
gloat little, won't you?" he contin-
ued. "Pve got such large score to
settle with you, and very much fear
| shan't be in at the death. / have an
engagement to dine with an American
millionaire whose wife is touched to
the heart over the sufferings of the
starving poor in Austria. And when
the wives of millionaires are touched
to the heart, my experience is that the
husbands are generally touched to the
pocket"
(To BE CoNTINUED.)
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