Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-06-18

! by the way" said John, Bolt gave
me this ticket yesterday to give to
/ you. l forgot about it till it was too
! late"
| The relatively unimportant question
| of whether or not there was a peculiar
! look in his nephew's eyes ceased to vex
! Mr.. Carmody. All he felt at this in
! slant was an almost suffocating citation.
oh yes" he heard himself saying.
/ Bolt left a bag for me at Shrub Hill
| Station"
He did"
Give me the ticket"
Later" said John, and put it back
in his pocket.
MIR. Carmody's eIation died away.
| There was no question now about the
peculiar look in his companions eye.
1t was grim look. A hard, accusing
look Not at. all the sort of look a
man with a tender conscience likes to
have boring into him.
''What--What do you mean?"
John continued to regard him with
that unpleasantly fixed stare.
Il hear you have offered a reward
of thousand pounds for the recovery
Of those things that were stolen, Uncle
Lester"
"Er-yes. Yes"
''I'u claim it,
What
Uncle Lester" said John, and his
voice made a perfect match for his
eve, before 1 left Healthward Ho I
had a little talk with Mr.. Twist and
his friend. Mr.. Molloy. They tod me
a lot of interesting things. Do you
get my meaning, or shall make 1t
plainer?"
Mr.. Carmody, who had bristled with
the fury of parsimonious man who
sees danger threatening his check book.
sank back in his chair, like a balloon
coming to rest.
Good" said John. write out
check to Col Wyvern."
Col. Wyvern?"
ST am passing the reward on to him.
I have a particular reason for wanting
to end all that silly trouble between
you two, and I think this should do It,
I know he is simply waiting for you
to make some sort of advance. SO
you're going to make an ADVANCED q
thousand pounds"
Mr.. Carmody gulped.
wouldn't five hundred be enough"
"A thousand"
Its such a lot of money"
"A nice round sum-" said John.
Mr. Carmody did not share his
nephew's views as to what constituted
niceness and roundness in sum OF
money, but he did not say so. He drew
his checkbook from its drawer. He
supposed that he ought to be feeling
grateful to the young man for not heap
ing him with reproaches and recr1mina-
ton, but the agony of what he was
about to do prevented any such emo
ton.
1t was as if some malignant fate had
brooded over him, he felt, ever since
this business had started From the
very first life had been one long series
of disbursements All the expense OF
entertaining the Molloy family, not to
mention the unspeakable Ronnie Fish.
The car going to and fro be-
tween Healthward Ho and Rudge at 6
shillings per trip. The $500 ne
had to pay to get Hugo out of the
house. And now this appalling,
devastating sum for which he had just
begun to write his check. Money going
out all the timel Money money
. money and all for moth
ing!
He blotted the check and held it out.
Don't give it to me-" said John.
You're coming with me to Col Wy
vern's house to hand it to him in per-
son, with neat little speech
II shanst know what to say"
"I'll tell you"
Every we'll"
And after that" said John, you and
He thumped the desk. DO you under
stand? Love birds!"
Very we'll"
There was something in the unhappy
mans tone as he spoke, something SO
crushed and forlorn, that John could
not but melt a little He paused at the
door. 1t crossed his mind that he
might possibly be able to cheer him up
Uncle Lester" he said, how did you
get on with Sergt. Maj. F1annery at
Healthward HOP"
Mr.. Carmody WINGED. Unpleasant
memories seemed to be troubling him.
Just before I left" said John. IT
BACKED his eye and we fell downstairs
together"
"Downstairs?"
Right down the entire fight. He
thumped his head against an oak
chest"
on Mr.. carmody's drawn face there
lowered for an instant faint, flicker
ing smile.
Il thought you'd be pleased" said
John.
Col. Wyvern hitched the celebrated
eyebrows into a solid mass across the
top of his nose and from beneath them
stared hideously at Jane, his parlor
maid. Jane had just come into the
morning room, where he was having a
rather heated conversation with his
daughter, Patricia, and had made the
astounding statement that Mr. Lester
Carmody was waiting in his front hall
'Who?" said Col Wyvern, rumbling
like thundercloud.
Sir, please, sir. Mr.. Carmody."
Mr.. Csrmody?"
And Mr.. Carroll. sir"
Pat. who had been standing by the
French windows, caught in her breath
with little click of her firm white
teeth.
Show them in, Jane" she said.
yes miss"
Il will not see that old thug" said
Col. Wyvern.
Show them in, Jane" repeated Pat,
firmly. you must. father" she said,
as the door closed. He may have
come to apologize about that dynamite
thing"
Much more likely he's come about