Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-02-17

The train went on again: announcer
hours run, and then. at Doncaster,
Engleden bought the last edition OF the
Yorkshire Evening Post and almost the
first thing he saw was his uncle'S name,
beneath a heading In big type:
Mysterious Disappearance
at Barowshurgh.
"The police authorities at BarowS-
burgh are much concerned about the
disappearance from his hotel there last
night Of Col. Engleden, an elderly gen.
tleman who arrived in the town two
days ago for the purpose of visiting its
famous antiquities. Col. Engleden dined
at 7:30. and after spending an hour
or so in its smoking room went out
at $50, remarking to the porter that
he was going to take advantage OF the
fact that there was full moon that
night and that he wanted to see the
castle by it; he also inquired II there
was a night porter. The porter re-
himself would be on duty till IL o'clock.
Col Engleden said that he should be
inf before that and was seen to go across
the Market Square in the direction Of
the castle He had not returned at
midnight, and Mr.. Christmas, landlord
of the Castle Hotel, sat up for him I'M
til $3.50. AS he was still absent at
that hour, Mr.. Christmas informed the
police, who at once instituted search.
This has gone on continuously In all
parts Of the town and its immediate
neighborhood, ever since, but up to 8
O'Clock this afternoon no trace Of the
missing man has been meB with.
According to the current issue Of
Who's Who, Col. Engleden, who is 81
years Of age, and unmarried, was for
merly in command of the LIST Battalion
of the Kings Own Northern Borderers.
and served with great distinction in
the South African War. 1Ss8-1900. Re-
firing from the army few years later,
he became governor Of Southmoor
Convict Prison. from which post he re-
tired few months ago. According to
the same book Of reference, his chief
recreation is in archaeology, and he
has published two or three important
pamphlets on certain questions relating
to medieval military architecture in
England. He resides at 85l, Lennox
Gardens, London, S.W., and his club
is the United Services"
Engleden sat gloomily specializing
while the train rushed Onto be sud-
denly aroused by a remark from one
of two men sitting near, who had
boarded his car at Doncaster, and like
himself had been reading the evening
newspaper.
Queer business. the disappearance Of
that old chap at Barowsburghi" said
this man.
Such a small place-you'd think
nobody could disappear there!"
uni" replied the other. There |
may be q reason. He'd been governor
Of Southmoor."
''Weli, and what of thats" demanded
the first man.
Plenty, I should think" answered |
the second. II dare say there are lots |
of men who've been under an ex-
governor mean when he was COVER |
nor!--who'd be ready enough TO get q
bit Of their own back, If they met him |
outside. They used to send some pretty |
black specimens to Southmoorl"
Depends on what sort Of man the
governor was" said the first man. Be !
sides, doubt II there are any ex-con- |
victs about Barowsburgh. Mol |
should say the poor mans fallen into |
some one or other Of the places in the |
old castle-beaStly dangerous place |
that, IN my opinion. was at Barows- |
burgh last year with my family, and I |
wrote q letter to the authorities there |
when I got home, saying that they |
ought to fence in the various places |
into which strangers could easily fan. |
There are two or three openings there,
York; Engleden seized his suitcase,
elbowed his way out OF the train, and |
ran for the hotel Within two minutes |
of leaving his seat in the dining car |
he was questioning the reception clerk |
as to a telegram. The porter came UP. |
mo telegram for you, sir, but the |
OF police at Barows-
burgh rang up at 10 o'clock-thatS to
saw, a few minutes ago-asking for Mr..
and II you hadn't arrived
would you ring up as soon as you got |
here. Here's the box, sir"
Engleden rang up Barowsburgh and
the police superintendent. No, there |
was no news yet of Col. Engleden.
Search was being made all over the |
district, but so far not one single scrap |
Of information concerning the missing |
man had come TO hand. Mr.. Engleden |
might rely on 1t that they (the police |
so. too, were number Of voluntary |
helpers. And as there was no train |
from York to Barowsburgh that night |
would Mr.. Engleden come on by the |
first in the morning?
Engleden replied to that question in |
a few sharp words. Mol He was COM |
ing on there and then. He rang on at |
the last word and turned to the porter. |
Get me at once q flrst-claSs car |
with a dependable driver" he said. |
Have it around here as quick as posi-
BILE. Say it's to take me to Barows-
burgh."
Twenty minutes elapsed, however, be-
fore the car came around. 1t was 1890 |
o'clock ere Engleden could start out on |
the last stage Of his hurried Journey |
But once away from the city and on the |
high road to the north, the so miles |
began to grow less and less. and Just |
before midnight the car slowed down |
to steady climb into the lower reaches |
OF the great promontory on which |
Barowsburgh stands, and Engleden saw |
the Norman castle. Midnight But In |
the little police station all the windows |
were still ablaze.
Engleden hurried into the half open |
door Of the police station. Within were
several men-policemen In uniform, i
men in civilian dress. One, big, mill
tary-looking man, detached himself from
a group to which he was evidently CIV
ing some order and came quickly to-
ward the newcomer.
mfr. Engleden," he asked. Sorry
you've had TO come all that way on such
an Grand. sir. I thought 1t best,
though"
as there any news?" interrupted En-
gleden impatiently. Have you heard
anything?"
Nothing, sir. Nothing whatever
since telephoned to York. And moth
ing before that. We haven't a scrap Of
information. To put this thing in a
nutshell, we haven't the remotest idea
Of what happened to Col. Engleden, nor
any notion of where he went or what
he did from the moment he walked out
OF his hotel UP to this minute. We
know nothing, and we've learnt moth
ing. But If you'll come to my room"
II must get rid Of my driver and his
car" said Engleden. He went outside
again, paid of his man, and when the
car had gone stood for a moment look
ing around him in the moonlight at the