Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-03-15
The Wrist
Mark
By
]. S. Fletcher
Newspaper

IRE mao nOJ only got Inu lOIu OLl
the dry timber work of the old house,
but had spread through the rear to the
outbuildings and to the hay and straw
that was stored there, and the flames
were already lighting up the recesSes
| OF the narrow valley.
"Out Of the smoke and fame of the
burning room the dead men and the
live had to be dragged and laid in the
paddock; their rescuers staring in
wonder at each other as they forced
their way to safety. Bratton and Settle,
they saw at once, were dead. Madison
covered their bodies and turned to the
at work on Silverstein; Engleden and
Shoreham were busted with johnson.
Both were wounded, and johnson had
tainted; Silverstein was daZed and
stupid. But johnson, brought round by
brandy, was in full possession of his
wits as soon as he came to.
"Sadler!" he exclaimed, struggling
to sitting position. He's close at hand
-h1ding-or just off-can't be far
Hurry-never mind me-get Sadler"
You're bleeding!" said Engleden.
Where are you hit, MANI"
Got me in the shoulder somewhere"
replied johnson. Nothing wound,
most likely. For Heavens sake, get
after Sadler-he shot me and he shot
at Silverstein-where is Silverstein?-
and he settled Bratten and Settle before
before that poison, think-get after
him!"
''All right, my lad, all right" said
Madison. I'm seeing to things-you
keep quiet till you're patched up a bit.
No use trying to save this place." he
went on, turning to Engleden. It'll be
heap of cinders before we can get
f1A 2ro -hvfnr do
Harrington. And not much use trying
to find Sadler, either" he went on, in
an undertone. Hes probably taken to
the moorS and you can get pretty good
run for your money up there!"
He went of to give directions to his
men; when he returned, Silverstein and
Johnson had been given first aid by the
policeman and were on their feet again,
with their arms in improviSed bandages
and sings.
I'VE must get you two off to Barows-
burgh," said Madison. You can go in
one of the cars. But first, put it in a
few words how you came here, and
why? How did you hear anything?"
That's easy" answered johnson. ct
had information from Silverstein, in
Harrington, last night about the man
who had this farm under the name of
Beckett Shoreham recognized Beckett,
this afternoon, as Settle, the ex-warder
from Southmoor. I came here, alone,
to see what I could find out. I found
there were three men in the house;
Settle, Sadler and Bratten-I learned
that they we're of, and that they had
car ready. I went to damage the car,
so that they couldn't use it, and met
Silverstein, who'd had some informa-
ton that made him come here. He
eoff laI al g..
the house to watch. We saw Bratten
and Settle stretched out rs If dead: we
got in to see what was the matter: Sad
Ter shot at u.s. just saw him at the
window as I fell-then I suppose I
tainted"
Then he went OFF," suggested Mali-
son.
How do we know where he went?"
snapped Johnson. Il knew nothing
more till you pulled me outi'
II saw him too, just for a second"
said Silverstein. Il believe he thought
he'd settled us! I think got mouth
full of that Smoke-It was coming in
pretty thick from the back-straw
and that sort of thing. Andy
George, look there;-there-up there!
My car-Sadlers got It'll"
He pointed excitedly to the ridge of
moorland high above the old house.
There, seen clearly in the moonlight
against the skyline, was car already
racing along at high speed. For few
seconds it was In full view; then it
turned corner Of the hill and was
gone.
Hes found my car up there and
he's off in it," said Silverstein. Hes
on that moorland read that goes due
west. Can't you do something's"
We'll roam the countryside, quick
enough" replied Madison. He stood
gazing meditatively at the fire which
had, by that time, enveloped the whole
of the house and buildings. That's
hopeless: he muttered. It'll have to
goI Sadler?-of course, he'll aban-
don that car, somewhere. Wen have
to notify the various railway stations
there1l be no trains hereaboutS till
morning and we must get in touch with
the police across the hills. But"
This pains getting pretty bad" said
dcctor-I'm beginning to feel
Engleden got johnson and Silverstein
into one Of the police, cars, and. with a
constable driving, hurried of to Barows-
burgh with them. And Madison,
motioning Shoreham to his side, said:
This is one of the queerest affairs
I've ever been mixed up In! You're
sure this man who was known as
Beckett is really Settle, the eX-Warder
from Southmoor?"
1.-THE man I saw in Harrington this
afternoon, pointed out to me by Silver