Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-09-19
1g him to come and see the result

ing him to come and see the result
Three days afterwards. while the
car stood at his door to take him to
Stoke Abbas. the telephone rang.
Hello. Fortune. Are you up? Mar
velous. Just come round here" 1t
was Tomas. He was in an early
morning temper. Some more crazy
He stared at Reggie with bilious
eye. II put the post office people on
to it. more fool me. Here's a report.
A booksellers catalogue was posted
on Monday with number of letters
from Restharrow. 1t was addressed
to Miss George, us Sand street,
Bournemouth. In it number of let
tiers were marked, a, b, four e's, &, n.
two is, |, m, n, p, +, two SIS, and u.
LAS you say" Reggie groaned.
What do you mean?"
"You said more fool you. Quite so.
Why didn't you leave it to Under.
wood? He'd have got it all right.
And l told him to give us the letters
in order"
"Confound you, we can't tamper
with the mail"
MY dear old thing, you're too good
for this world" Reggie took pen and
paper. Say it again. A, b" He
wrote down ABEEEEGHIILMNPR-
SSTU and pondered You moral
men give me a lot of trouble. Here
you are. PRESBUS GAMEIN THE
LEI. And very interesting, too.
That clears up several points
What the deuce does it mean?"
ut means The old man desires to
marry Yes, I thought so. l told
you you had all the facts. You re.
member Joseph said Isabel had had a
classical education. Not like you.
! Tomas. She's sending the messages.
She's caught Joseph. It's opening
out. Now tell your priceless post Of
flee folk to report the order of the
letters in future. | don't want to
work cryptograms because you've
got conscience. And send somebody
to look into Miss George of us Sand
street, good and quick. I'm going
down to Stoke Abbas. They've
opened the barrow. Oh, by the way,
what about the snapshots?"
"They enlarged well enough. No
body here knows the people,
mot known to the police? Well,
we'll. Get a snap of Miss George.
Gooby."
THAT evening Mr.. Fortune stood
on Dragon Hill with Joseph and
Isabel. Half dozen laborers rested
on their spades and grinned. The
long mound of the barrow was gone
1t lay in scattered heaps of gray sand
around the cromlech which it had
covered, three upright stones sup
porting one fiat. Under that fiat
| stone, as a man might lie under a
table. lay skeleton. Reggie knelt
down and took up the skull "Ah.
genuine antique"-he gave a sigh of
relief.
Il am convinced he was Phoe.
nician," Mr.. Larkin announced
"Oh. no." said Reggie. He was not
interested in Mr.. Larkin's theory that
everything old was Phoenician. He
was thinking that this man of the
barrow with his long head and his
big cheek-boneS and his short wide
body must have been much like Giles
of the howell on the moor. An an
cestor, perhaps; 5000 years ago the
family of Giles the broOmmaker were
kings on the sandhills But Mr..
IIarkin went on talking about Phoe-
nicians. Reggie was bored
In that condition he remained for
the duration of his visit to Resthar.
row. When Mr.. Larkin was not talk
ing about Phoenicians, or (worse stilD
reading extracts from his new book
on THE Origins of Our World" he
was worst of alb being affectionate
with Miss Woodall A mawkish lit.
tie man. But there was no mystery
about them. The great book was pub
l1shed. the barrow was opened. Mr..
Larkin was going to write a pam
phlet about it, close it down again,
marry Miss Woodall. and take her
off to South Africa where he meant
to find many more traces of the
Phoenicians. Reggie wished them
JOY. and as soon as he decently could
went back to London.
Two days afterward Tomas found
him at breakfast.
There's been another message.
TUCHEAPELTHE."
Don't gargle, spell it," said Mr..