Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1929-04-24

Eyes, sir" answered Sally, and
thought her thoughts.
The useless cross-examinat:on
might have continued for although
it was not leading anywhere, there
was a pleasant lack of strain about
it, and 1t was agreeable to chat
with someone who did not tax ones
wits, who possessed no mystery, and
whom one could dominate. But a
window in the passage, overlooking
the road, suddenly attracted Char
lies eye. The head and shoulders
of a man who vas passing along
the road on the opposite side, came
into view. The head and shoulders
of Mr.. Simon Brill.
The sight of Mr.. Simon Brill's
head and shoulders brought with
it an abrupt, grim vision of a ten
antless bedroom. Charlie blinked,
and switched on to a new subject.
by the way" he said, casually,
do you happen to know of a place
called Moor View around here?"
Eyes, sir. That's MI. Cunning
hams place." answered Sally, with
the vague intimation in her inflec-
ton that every really welI-cducated
person ought to know that.
Mr.. Cunningham murmured
Charlie. Il wonder whether It's
the same MI. Cunningham I know?
Young man. is he, with a golden
moustache?"
Sally's eyes opened wide at this
monstrously inaccurate description.
Indeed he's not, sir" she re-
sponded. Hes an old man, Mr..
Cunningham is. Gettin' on. any
way. Professor of physiacs or
somethin'."
"Oh. then it's NOT the Mr.. Cum
ningham I know" said Charlie,
sadly. Mine is 10, and wears pink
socks. A professor, Is he? I sup
pose that means he's a sort of q
hermit, eh?" Lives all alone with
his physiacs?"
Sally had work to do. She began
to dust a balustrade with a varie-
gated cloth as she answered, with
an air of finality:
There's a daughter lives with
him. Jest the two Of EN-"
"Ah - a daughter" repeated
Charlie.
The prospect of Moor View be-
came a shade pleasanter. All at
once, 1t occurred to Charlie that
action might be more profitable
than conversation. He descented
the stairs, and while he descended
his brain grew busy again.
He went to the front door, chan
ged his mind, turned back. and en-
tered the writing room. There
selecting the only unsoiled sheet of
paper from the only stationery
trough, he wrote:
Latest from the front.
Tracked 3 to Royal George Inn,
half way to Coomber House. 3
was following Check Suit. Both
went into inn.
MET old Dirty Face, and got
him to eavesdrop. He found out
that Cd Check Suit is to hang
around Coomber House to com
plete a job he bungled; co that
himself was going to place called
Moor View, to do another Job there:
GID that Check Suits name is pop
Left old Dirty Face to watch
Coomber House, and to be on hand
is She needs him.
Am just going off to Moor View
myself, with as much prospect OF
being useful as a pea-hen has q
swallowing st. Paul's.
You of course, will do as YOU
like. When / return from Moor
View, If I ever do return 7 will in
quire here for a message. If there
Is none, I will 90 to Coom.ei
House. And IL there Is none there
I viii take the next boat to Africa
Slipping the note into an envelope
he marked it Immediate, Urgent
and Private" and stuck It ia I
letter rack in the hall. But he tool
the further precaution, before h,
left, of interviewing Sally again
and also the innkeeper, to explain
what terrible things would happier