Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1929-04-23
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The plot concerns some weird
noises beneath a supposedly haunt
ed house in Byford Moor. One day,
Brown, a romantic young clerk,
heard a rough-looking fellow say
to another: after her! And-if
she's troublesome-dont be partic-
ular what you do to her!" Brown
trails the girl to the house. To
solve the mystery, Brown applies
for the position as caretaker and
goes by the name Of Mr.. Bones.
Charlie and Rupert, Browns COM
panions, follow Simon Brill from
the village inn. They suspect Bill
of knowing about the mystery.
Nov Go On With the Story
CHAPTER XIII
We shall see more of Mr.. Bones,
whose manner was mild and whose
moustache was not, and we shall
discover that twenty-five dollars
a month was not too much to pay
a caretaker at Coomber House.
But while he is collecting his things
for his journey thither, we will
precede him and follow the jour-
ney of Charlie Carfax, who placed
duty before love, and who left the
Yellog Stag to shadow Simon Brill.
Heaven will reward me for this
service, if Earth does not" reflect
ed Charlie. as he spied Simon Brill's
back in the distance. THE Earth
is no good to the Stout
Simon Brill was taking a famil-
lar route. All routes in this district
seemed to lead to Coomer House.
But by the church the old man
paused, with the ostensible object
of lighting a cigarette. Wherefore,
it became necessary for Charlie to
pause, also.
1t soon became apparent to the
watcher that Brill had not really
paused for the sake of a cigarette.
He had paused to observe a little
man in a check suit, who was
lounging by the low church wall,
and who was himself sucking q
cigarette end.
Now what will happen?" Won
dered Charlie. will two heads
meet and Whisper"
The two heads did not meet and
whisper. BY the time Simon Brill
had lit his cigarette, the man in
the check suit had thrown his own
cigarette away, and had begun to
saunter along. He, like everybody
else, sauntered in the direction of
Coomber House, a fact which did
not seem to make that route any
the less attractive to Simon Brill.
And so the queer procession pro-
ceeded. Talk of the Lord Mayors
show!" thought Charlie. I'VE
could provide one ourselves!" Yes,
even to the wide gaps that often
separate the principal attractions.
But if Charlie imagined that the
procession would come to a halt at
Coomber House, he was mistaken.
The halt occurred earlier, at a lit
tie wayside pub, which, with amaz-
ing inadequacy, called itself the
Royal George. A departed dynasty
cannot protect its memory. At the
Royal George the leader Of the pro-
cession stopped. He turned around
v~aguely-an action which caused
Charlie to slip quickly behind a
bush-then entered the uninviting
building and disappeared.
and, of course. you'll follow, Mr..
Brill" murmured Charlie.
And, of course, Mr.. Brill did fol-
low. Charlie and the bush we're
alone.
Charlie frowned. Had he come all
this distance just to talk to a bush?
He had no idea what people did
in his position, or how they con-
trived to overhear conversations
they were not supposed to hear.
Presumably detectives had some
method Of effacing themselves; but
it is not easy, without a great deal
Of practice, to efface fourteen stone.
One hundred ninety-six, pounds
cannot slip down & chimney. or
sneak behind a chair, or discover
a kindly curtain that would conceal
great bulk without complaint.
And all this while, at the more