Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-09-19

Fortune peevishly. Yes, TUCHE
APELTHE. Two words. Fortune
has gone away Very kind of her
to notice it,
Tomas smiled. so Isabel wanted
Miss George to know Mr.. Fortune
had gone away. That's interesting.
And we've got something about Miss
George, Reginald. She isn't wom-
an. Oh. no. She's n middle-ag ed
man. who calls himself George Ray
mond. He don't live at us Sand
street. That's a little shop where
they take in letters to be called for.
George RAYMOND has lodgings the
other end of the town and lives very
quiet. My fellows have a notion he's
American"
Fortune has gone away" Reggie
murmured II wonder If Fortune
ought to have stayed. No. Nothing
would happen with me in the house.
1 wonder if anything will happen.
What, are you giving up. the
case?" Tomas laughed.
mo There's case all right. But
I don't know whether We'll ever get
| it. Joseph and Isabel are going to
marry and be off to South Africa
Tomas was much amused. And
| that's the end of it all! My poor
Reginald. What a climax. Mr.. For
! tunes own particular mystery. All
orange blossoms and wedding cake.
Yes. With Miss George as best
man. | hope your fellows are look
mg sharp after Miss George"
Hes giving no trouble. They
won't miss him: We've got Pho
| sograph, too. Nobody knows him.
but we'll have it enlarged
| We'll watch him.
"Oh. certainly; anything to obllge.
| Have they asked you to the wedding,
Reginald? You really ought to send
them a present"
TWO weeks passed. Reggie re-
l. ceived an angry letter from Mr..
Larkin stating that the British Mu-
scum had refused the skeleton, and
he was replacing it in the barrow and
publishing the full facts to inform
the public of the blind prejudice OF
! the official world against his work.
| He was leaving Immediately for
| South Africa, where he had no DOUBT
! of obtaining conclusive proof of the
theory of the Phoenician origin of all
civilization. Miss Woodall sent MIR.
Fortune kind thoughts and best
wishes.
Mr.. Fortune moved uneasily in his
chair And they lived happily ever
| after" said Mr.. Fortune. He rang
I'm Tomas to ask how Miss George
was getting on.
MANY thanks for kind inquiries,
said Tomas. Nothing doing. Not
by George He lives the life of a
maiden lady
That evening came a letter from
Sergt Underwood. The barrow was
being covered up. The servants were
leaving Restharrow. Mr.. Larkin and
Miss Woodall were going to be mar
ried at the registry office tomorrow.
and the next day sailing from South
| ampton.
Mr.. Fortune was fretting in his
dreariest club next morning when the
telephone called him to Scotland Yard.
Lomas was in conference with Supt.
Bell. Tomas was brusque.
They've lost George Raymond,
Fortune. He left Bournemouth this
morning with a suit case. He went to
Southampton, put 1t in the cloak
room. went into one of the big shops,
and hasn't been seen since. When
they found they'd lost him they went
back to the station. His suit case was
gone"
well, WELL" said Mr.. Fortune.
you have been and gone and done it.
Lomas.' But he smiled.
What do you want us to do now?'
ooh. you might watch the Cape
boat Make sure G. Raymond isn't on
the Cape boat when she sails--if you
can"
I've arranged for all that. Any
thing else?"
You might give me time-ta BILE. y
said Mr.. Fortune. I'm going down
to the long barrow
X X X x
4 S darkness fell on the moors that
1 night Mr.. Fortune and Supt. Bell
stopped hired car a mile away from
| Stoke Abbas and walked on through
| the shadows. When they came near
| the strawberries of Restharrow a voice
spoke softly from behind clump of
gorse:
Got your wire, sir. All clear here.
| They were married this morning.
Both in the house now. Servants all
gone. No one else been here"
| Reggie sat down beside Sergt. I'm
| derwood.
"Seen any one strange about?"
| II did fancy l saw some one going
up toward the barrow a while ago."
/ Work up that way quietly. Don't
show yourself"
Sergt. Underwood vanished into the
night Bell and Reggie sat waiting
! while the stars grew dim in black
sky. The door of Restharrow opened
I and a bar Of light shot out. They
heard voices.
"A beautiful night" said Mr.
Larkin.
THE most beautiful night that ever
happened" said Mrs. I4arkin. Let us
go up to the dear old barrow. / shall
always love 1t. you know. 1t brought
us together, my dearest
MY dear child" Mr. Larkin chirped,
you are full of pretty thoughts
They walked on. arm in arm.
A long way behind Reggie and
| Supt. Bell followed.
| When they came to the crest of the
! hill, where the turned sand was white
| in the gloom. Dear place." said Mrs
Larkin. How sweet it is here. I
think that old Phoenician was lucky,
don't you, Joseph dearest?"
A man rose up at Joseph dearest
and grasped his head There was no
struggle, no noise, little swaying, a
little scuffie of feet in the sand and
Joseph was laid on his back and Isa-
bel knelt beside him. The other man
turned aside. There was the sound
of a space. Then Sergt. Underwood
arrived on his back. They went
down together. Bell charged up the
hill to catch Mrs. Larkin as she
rushed to help. But Underwood al
ready had his man handcuffed and
jerked him on to his feet
Reggie came at his leisure and took
a pad of cotton wool from Mr..
Larkin's face. Who is your friend