Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-02-22
THE RAGGED
PRINCESS
By
Edgar
Wallace
Copyright. 1925. BY Chicago Daily News

, ly. when Leyland Hall was cleaned up,
you got most of the stuff out of the
country through a receiver at Bognor.
He gave you a little trouble, didn't
hep"
Eyes" said the other shortly: "that
is why hadn't thought of him in con-
nection with this job
And you're WISE" said Stanford.
nodding. "Dick Shannon has been
spending the greater part of the day
with your friend at Bognor!"
Martin Elton's pale face went a shade
paler.
He wouldn't squeal." he said un-
steadily.
Il don't know. If a man would
squeal to anybody, he'd squeal to Shan
non. The English detective service has
gone to blue blazes since they intro
duced gentlemen. I like police whom
you can reason with" He jiggled the
loose coins IN his pocket suggestively.
That's why say that you can't
keep the stuff at this house. Bennett
may not have squealed. On the other
hand, he may have emitted squeaklike
noises. What do you say, Dora?"
She nodded,
"Ta1e stuff ought to go. I've recog-
nized that all along" she said. Make
parcel of it, Martin"
They watched the man as, wrapping
the necklace again in cotton wool, he
packed it in an old cigarette box and
tied it about with brown paper, and
then Stanford asked:
IF it comes to squealing, what about
your sister,"
Dora considered before she replied.
"I am sure Of her." she said.
LET us see her." said Stanford when
the parcel .had been firmly tied and
hidden under sofa cushion and the
top of the clock replaced.
Audrey was sitting in a deep, low
chair before the gas fire, bordering her
strange welcome, when she heard Doras
footstep on the stairs.
"You can come down now"
She looked at her sister and made a
little face and, for all her subtlety,
could not hide the disparagement in the
glance.
You're a human scarecrow, Audrey.
I shall have to buy you some clothes
straight away"
Audrey followed her down to the floor
below and into the big drawing room
that ran the width of the house. A
tall, broad-Shouldered man stood with
his back to the fire and on him Au-
drey's eyes first rested. He was q man
of so, whose hair was cropped so close
that at first she thought he was bald.
His deep, forbidding eyes fixed and held
her as she entered.
This is Mr.. Stanford" introduced
Dora. And this is my little sister"
He held out q huge hand and took
hers in grip that made her vince.
The second man in the room was
slight and dapper and his unusual pal
lor was emphasized by the small black
mustache and the jet-black eyebrows.
Good-looking, she thought, almost
about whom she had heard so many
rhapsodies.
"Glad to meet you, Audrey" he said,
his admiring eyes never leaving her
face. shes peach, Dora"
"She's prettier than she was" said
Dora, indifferently, but her clothes are
terrible"
1t was not like Audrey to feel I'M
comfortable. She was so superior to
the trials Of poverty that. ordinarily, she
would have laughed good-naturedly at
the crude comment. But now, for some
reason, she felt emharrasseds It was
the unwavering stare of the big man
by the fireplace. the cold appraisement
Of his gaze.
Stanford looked at his watch.
"I'll be going" he said. I'm glad
to have met You, miss. Perhaps I'll
be seeing you again"
She hoped sincerely that he would
not
Go Be Continued Tomorrow