Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-07-18
CONTINUED From Yesterdays starr
rwENTY-sECoND INsTALLMENr.


SISTED by CARING and Ter
~ hume, Cropsey lifted his wound
4 a portly figure was dead weight
in their arms. The head lolled
drunkenly, its face q hvid mask. Now
that the guard of consciousness had
been let down, that face showed the
ravages of age and Of warning emo
tions-hope, despair and fear.
Staggering, they carried their burden
to the house AS the sill was crossed
| IL occurred to the managing editor that
his chief had said this would be the
only way in which they could get him
| into Brides House. Was 1t Significant
| that the shooting had occurred just as
that speech had been made? Was 1t too
| fantastic to believe that q challenge had
| been deliberately sounded and as de-
liberately answered? Raised to car
rying pitch, the millionaire's voice
would have reached farther than across
the road. And the light inside the car
| would have made him an admirable
| target even for poor markSman.
Cropsey was still bordering over these
disturbing ideas as they entered the liv-
| ing room and laid the wounded man
on the couch.
Miss Barth, always to be relied on in
an emergency. had basin OF MaIer
|
"Is he deaa?" she asked quietly.
Cropsey shook his head. Dropping on
| one knee, he opened the shirt front ana
| exposed the left shoulder Just ABOVE
| the heart. The shirt was thickly stained
with blood. The shoulder, already turn
| ing purple, had long tear that ran 10
| the left, ending in the big muscle OF
| the upper arm.
"A flesh wound" he announced, dab
bling the oozing blood away with the
wet cloth The bullet must have struck
| one of the ribs and been detected. It's
| passed out through the deltoid, leaving
| a nasty hole, BE all right II we can keep
him from bleeding to death. where's
the nearest doctor?"
There's no doctor in the Crossing
| unless YOU count Derrick CranSon." IL
was Noah who spoke, and there was
| tenseness in his voice that made the
| four people standing around the coucn,
| turn in his direction. Feeling their eyes
upon him, he added, And Mr.. Diamond
wouldn't want him"
From Terhune, why not?"
"Well," said Noah, evasively, 'horses
is more in Doc Cranson's line. hes only
Veterinary"
After another inspection of the wound
! Cropsey announced. I'VE must have q
| doctor at once. Where does this man
you speak of 1ive?"
Noah rolled one corner of his apron
between thumb and forehnger. Down
the road piece. Easy enough to hnd.
That Is, If he's in. Docs great prowler.
The managing editor turned to Gar
"Take Mr.. Peabody to show you the
way, get the doctor and tell him to bring
along some dressings. I've put iodine on
| the wound and I'm going to bind 1t up
temporarily. Hurry up now every min
ute counts" When they had gone,
where's Miss West?"
II don't know" said Abby, suddenly
panic-stricken, "She ran out when she
heard the shot, and I Ravens seen her
since"
"Then you'd better look for her." said
| the managing editor. And to Terhune.
| "Quick-hes coming to--give me some
more of that brandy. That's 1t. Now,
hold his head up"
| A moment later John Diamond opened
his eyes. Whats happened?" he asked
feebly, and growing conscious OF his
shoulder, "am hurt?"
Nothing to worry about" said his
managing editor in soothing voice,
Bullet wound, only a scratch. Wen
have you fixed up in jiffy. Carvings
| gone for doctor"
Diamond closed his eyes again. After
| u llOIlCk1tb 1lC NCuAOAA0b1 obAOAA .
taken place them"
"If you mean the mob from Hales
Crossing, sir"-Terhune, with Surpris-
ing dizziness, had assisted Cropsey in
faShioning torniquet, using his soft
leather belt and paper cutter for the
purpoSe-"they haven't shown UP yet.
That story sounded f1shy to me from the
start. I believe it was just trick to
get you over here. If you had only
IiStaned-n
Cropsey frowned and shook his head.
and the architect, correctly Interpreting
1t as q warning to be careful what he
said lest he excite the patient unneces-
Sarily, subsidized.
who shot me?" was Diamonds next
question.
I'VE don't know. Some one from
ambush-the other side of the road"
There was period of silence, at the
end of which the wounded man asked,
his voice tremulous, I'm in Brides
House?"
Cropsey answered defensively that a.
wounded man could not be left lying
on the road and that, besides, there had
been the danger Of the assassin finish
ing his job.
once more Diamond opened his eyes
and stared about him. This ROOM" he
muttered, and then, glancing toward
the fireplace, this room, where so many
terrible things have happened"
Don't let that worry you," advised
Cropsey. ut won't be 20 minutes. now
until we get you fixed up and on the
way back to the Towers" AS an after
thought he mentioned grimly that both
women would be going, too. Then, turn
ing to Terhune, What do you suppose
is keeping Barth? hope nothing has
happened to that child"
You mean Miss West7" The mil
lionaire, weak as he was, had caught
the question.
They told him yes, adding that
search was being made for her. But
he could not rest until the door opened
and the women ppeared-Abagail
Barth In the lead, her mistress tagging |
behind on unwilling feet.
Mr.. Terhune," the Scotchwoman be- |
gan in an excited tone, you'll have to |
take Miss Ann and lock her up. think |
she's out Of her mind. Look" dragging |
the girl to the light, look at her |
clothes"
Both men looked. The gold gown |
STEAMSHIPS.