Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-07-09

the man we've been trying so hard to
find"
"A gentleman"
"Oh, no." answered hastily. "He's
the head Of gang Of roughs down in
the East End somewhere. shouldn't
think he's ever set foot in Bond street
In his life
Head Of q gang of roughs," Mr.. Leo
pold unused. his narrow little eyes scru-
tinizing me keenly. We'll, the police
ought to know something about him
then, oughtn't they?"
appeared to hesitate for moment.
Mr.. Hews doesn't care much about
the police" confided.
Mr.. Leopold grinned. Every moment.
he seemed to be becoming more at his
ease with me.
IT don't wonder at 1t at ALL Mai.
Owston. If you'd been with that scare
crow MANY more months. you'd prob
ably have understood the reason we'll
enough"
I permitted my glass to be replen-
ished. MY host glanced at the clock.
If you'll just excuse me for a mo-
ment," he begged. IN finish dressing,
and then I can drop you anywhere you
want 10 go. I'm dining at the Hyde
Park Hotel at quarter of 9. Help
yourself to anything you want. The
cigarettes are on the table"
and from that to an Apartment beyond
1 strolled over to the table and let my
fingers linger in cigarette box. The
| details OF the room were easy ito as
simulate. The writing table was of
ormolu and ebony and had only three
/ drawers. They were wide open. The
two cabinets were filled with china.
top and bottom. The rest of the room
was modestly taken up by bookcases
| dnVncifnru for ~
any form of valuables was Enthusiastically
almost agrantly-evident. Let into
a panel OF the wall was a safe so
cleVerly concealed that only the key
hole and the slight difference of color
at the hinges betrayed its presence .
In the distant room, I could hear
Mr.. Leopold talking to his valet. Any
Sthing hidden in that safe was, so far
as was concerned, as secure as though
1t were in the vaults of the Bank of
England. 1t was something, however,
to know where the code book of which
I was in search was likely to be kept.
strolled back towards my chair, look
| ing at the tiles of the books in the
cases, wondering what Mr.. Leopold'S
tastes in literature might really be.
There were some very beautiful VOL
umes, surprising edition of Daudet,
bound in white calf Guy de Maupas-
| SdAiI . oiioLI SGOlAcS 1lhILAiS LII Orange,
green and purple, an edition de luxe
Of Mile. de Maupin, and then the
only volume evidently taken out
recently-an old book bound in limp
leather, hastily replaced, and still pro-
| jecting beyond its fellows. bent
down to look at the title and resumed
my seat, smiling to myself. The idea
of Mr.. Leopold indulging in half an
hours solitude each day with the Bible
amused me.
We'll, young fellow" he exclaimed,
as he rejoined me, the last word in
perfumed and correctly tailored mascu-
Unity, IF you're ready, must get along
How are you spending the evening, may
! ask?"
I'm not quite sure" confided. as
we passed out of the door and stepped
into the lift. II did think of going to
the club, but I decided 1t was rather
early to face It,"
What club?" he demanded.
1 told him. and he was visibly I'M
, pressed.
MY dear Major" he protested. don't
dream of going there until this thing
has blown over. Take my advice and
keep away"
well, then" I said, IT shall prob
ably dine in my rooms. have few
little matters to clear up, and there may
be a message about Miss Essiter."
Don't you worry too much, young
fellow" Mr.. Leopold advised me earn
estly. You're doing the right thing.
arm sure, in not making too much fuss
about It, expect you'll find the young