Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-11-02
Death Treasure
By R. A. J. Walling
"All clear. Grenofen." said he.
tcopyriEht. 1879. VIM. Morrow Co..


We got up and shook ourselves.
We're too near the open. Grenofen
The woods are safe now. What Veron-
lea does let her friends in for! When
he found your dollars thought it was
a wash-out. Suppose they wriggled on;
of your pocket?"
mo. l was holding them in my hand
1 must have dropped them getting
under cover"
We returned to the depths of the wood
and found a secure hiding place not far
from the little brake where the camera
case was concealed and waited what
seemed interminable hours for darkness.
Beginning to get the hang Of it?"
asked Somerfield suddenly.
NO, hanged If l am" said / Have
you got cue?"
find one. Think it out on any line,
Grenofen. and you get driven up
against Pell-if we could penetrate -
the personality hidden behind the name
of Pell, we'd be there, Grenofen. Wed
know why Pell was shot and what he
had to do with that Doodle, and the
man who snaffled it, and what both
had to do with Veronica"
That was undeniable. But Pell was
dad
"Pen was known to people before
pie were the Seabrokes."
That was equally true, but the Sea-
brokes were not available.
And anyhow, Somerfield. II Miss
Seabroke hadn't wanted to keep that
connection secret she'd have told me
about it. Miss Saabroke wrote me
note-I told you--which seemed to show
that she had cleared out of the mess
and that was that"
hot UnrnniPo
wrote that under compulsion. You
heard what Pell said that afternoon
in the library-about Seabroke ex-
plotting his daughter and breaking her
heart. Well, Seabroke's mad on mar
riage between Veronica and the Fother-
bury cub. And Veronica isn't having
any,"
How we'll knew that!
But suppose" said S0merf1eld. "the
old mans got some hold on her. 1t
strikes me. Grenofen, that Veronica
may be wanting help for herself be-
fore long
The suggestion put everything else
out OF my mind.
80" Somerfield went on. we've got
to find Veronica and Veronica's got to
tell us the truth about Pell. 1 can't
think of way of getting at Veronica,
can you?"
II you can tnHlk OF n way Oh Be1-
ting out of Laxton's MT tonight. Somer-
field" said !. Il think I can find
way of getting at Veronica"
Bully for you! But where've we
got to go?"
London. and then to Mrs. Fairfax"
And them"
Mrs. Fairfax will know where the
Seabrokes are likely to have gone"
To be a fugitive is unpleasant. To
be hungry fugitive is damnable. We
thought it too risky to return to Wood
cot for food or to try to reach Somer-
fields house. Both would be watched.
On that long tramp through the New
Forest country 1 could have broken
without compunction into any house we
saw to get loaf.
On the way we me with no more
startling adventure than the atten-
ton of barking dogs. but when We
crept into the railway precincts at
Ringwood and waited till a train came
in from the west and had been broken
up and shunted and put together again,
we were both nearly at the end of our
tether. Unfortunately. as it seemed,
this train went no further than South
ampton. At o'clock in the morning
W. were msrooned in the midst Of a
railway desert.
We awaited a chance Of creeping
unseen out of the railway yard. and
found ourselves in village called Tot
ton, on the outskirts of Southampton.
We walked toward the town. 1t was
long way before We found what we
wanted-an all-night garage.
A car for London! The sleepy man
in charge looked dubious Probably no
plea of illness would have stirred the
man out of his lethargy: but when
Somerfield took out his pocketbook and
It bulged with notes. the effect was
electrical chauffeur was discovered.
a big car produced, the price of thu
trip arranged. with tip for the janitor
and a promise of one for the driver
for speed.
And when we had settled in the
back of the car and tho lights Of
Southampton were left behind:
"Good-by, Laxton"
Continued in Tomorrows Star)