New Britain herald., 1925-03-30
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he breathed into purple-veined ear. "Yon've saved lot of trouble by bobbing up here. Till ten minutes ago I was afraid we shouldn't get you without pick and shovel and yard of red tape"
 The captive twisted his head, bar ing unpleasant gums.
 "Who are you?" he choked.
 Scotland Yard - c. l. D."
 "What's the charger
 "None at present. Likely none at all If you act wise"
 I'm fly" replied Mir. Trickey. Lead on. Horatio."
 By the same tortuous route which he had used on his successful foray into the open the inspector conducted his acquisition -- no prisoner as yet - 10 the buffers pantry. Hinkley had evidently only just returned to his sanctum and was beginning to tidy up. The old man looked rather dazed at the en- try of the disreputable visitor.
 Don't put that wine away yet" said Wragge. This gentleman is going to talk and he Is thirsty" CHAPTER XXI
 Progress in the Pantry
 Simon frightened up wonderfully at the inspectors tactful suggestion that he should be given a drink. He sank into chair.
 My respects" he said, sipping the wine which with unconcealed disgust Hinkley handed 10 him. "Nothing like good port to loosen mans tongue, eh, gentlemen?'
 Tt will be the better for you 1T 1t helps to loose yours. if not ] must try seome other way" said Wragge. How is it you are not un- der six feet of earth in Norwood cemetery" ..
 The reprobate chuckled. T wasn't aware that my untimey demise had become a police matter" he replied. But as 1t isn't crime to recover from a bad illness I don't mind tell ing you. squared the worthy young medico of Lipscombe road to aid the deception. You see wasn't so dead as my, wife and the slavey thought me. The doctor smugg'ed me out of my house into his own the night after I ought to have died' Of course the undertaken. who Is naturally a pal of the doctors was in 1t. What they buried at Norwood was an equivalent weight Of rup" bish from the back garden"
 Wragge nodded comprehension Ut is lucky for the lady in the H. brary that you have recovered or should have had to arrest her for murdering you" he said.
 "I know" said Simon plaintiVely That clever young medico's stom' ach pump extracted enough poisor from my vitals to have killed horse. He attributed my survival tt what he called alcoholic immunity.
 Why did you conceal this at' | tenn pJ on SUuI Ilc'
 The ex-clerk made a wry fact and for a moment seemed to DO about to sulk.
 My sister you will have fer reted out that Mrs. Coningsby il my sister - is rich" he said finally "T thought I could touch her fol a goodsh bit after what she'd don' to me. Little family matter, SIT Nothing to do with Scotland Yard so far, eh?"
 "I am afraid we shall have tC travel a good deal farther befor' we can let you out, MT. Trickey'
 Wraggc reioined more sternly no"
 "I should wish 10 hear your vie" as to your sister's motive for wish ing you out of the way"
 "Ah. there you have me guess
 ing" ,., But Scotland Yard doesn.
 guess" reioined the inspector. V" know why Mrs. Coningsby tried t kill YOU. She wanted 10 step lnt vour shoes as the blackmailer o
 Sir Dudley Glenister by steam { your diary" u , Mir. simon Trickey was in tn r tolls now, -. ,
 "you've got at that?" he faltereC , Wragge drew up a chair and sa , down close to and facing his mar i i've not only got at that pc 3 I've got the diary" he sprung h' I great surprise. You will have 3 make a clean breast of it, Tricke! 6 or be charged as an accessory DC . fore and after the fact 10 MT. Georg ? Glenister's murder"
 f The shot went home. Trickey
 knees began 10 trcmble.
 E ''I had nothing to do with Al f George Glenister beyond what , written in the diary" he whine' 3 "I couldn't even swear he Is dead l Wragge bounced on the adml'
 sion. But you have sworn it." n s flung back. Ut. was mostly on tn n strength of your testimony on oat
 that the High Court gave leaNe presume Mir. Glenister's death, th' ] enabling the present baronet to su' |" ceed to the estates and the til d That Amerisan stunt of yours wa 0 all a fraud for which you are liab
 to the law. my friend.'
 ." What do you want Of me, ther e You can't lock me up for that ul % less you lock up my boss. It's col II. spiracy or nothing"
 Il Now you're talking" Wragl ,f commended the statement. Wit ,t ont wishing 10 be rude, MT. Trieke Y won are only small fry in the pc g and if you will help us by turnil Y kings evidence you won't come IT much harm. In your diary you mo ton that Dudley was going to WIT