The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1934-11-16

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committed the fatal mistake of under
rating Roses parsimony And by her
parsimony Rose had ensured that her
last appearance alive should be newt
ably connected with her lover.
With a sick horror Cayley sat down
In the doorway of the shed and nursed
his head in his hands. Then he moan
ed aloud. What was he to do now?
He jumped up.
Instantly, as if it had only needed
the reflex action of his muscle to stimu-
late his brain, he saw that the position
was not, after all, so desperate. The
trunk would remain in the clockroom
for days, perhaps for weeks, before any
thing was done about it. BY that time
Cayley could, if the worst came to the
worst, be in South America. But per-
haps the best thing to do would be to
claim it bodily, in a day OF two. Su-
spicion is only reused when a person
is reported missing. Rose never would
be so reported. Except for a small adj
justment OF two. his plan still held
perfectly good.
He began to whistle as he wrapped a
rug carefully over Rose, and drove her
off. It was only a couple of miles to
the quarry. In a quarter of an hour
the whole business would be done.
Yes, the boldest course usually paid.
And he could arrange some slight dis
guise, just in case of accidents. A dis
guise, yes. Why
Cayle's thoughts broke off with a
jerk. He cursed. His engine stopped.
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of the road.
The trouble was simple-he had run
out of petrol. Feverishly Cayley delved
into the side car for the spare tin of
petrol, pushing Rose to one side with
out a thought. He blessed his fore
sight in having put the tin there. Real
ly, every possibility had been foreseen.
AS he got back into the saddle once
more, a sound struck his whole body
into frozen immobility. Some n was
approaching along the lonely country
road. Some M with large, heavy feet.
Some one who flashed a lamp. It was
the millionth chance, and it had come
off.
Cayley kicked in agony at his starter,
but the carburetor had emptied. He
kicked and kicked, but not even a splut-
ter came from the engine. Then, as the
footsteps drew abreast of him, he STOP
ped kicking, and waited, petrified.
"Hullo," said the constable. Break
DOWN."
Cayley's dry tongue rustled over his
drier lips. mo-" he managed to NUT
ter. "Just-just filling up-petrol."
"Oh, it's you, MI. Cayley. All! Fine
night"
Yes. I must be getting on" Cayley
prayed that his voice did not sound
such a croak as he feared. The light
of the c%onstable's lamp flickered over
him, and he WINGED. Before he could
stop himself, the words had jumped
out. Switch that light of yours off,
man."
Sorry, MI. Cayley, I'm sure" The
constable sounded hurt.
1T was binding me-" Cayley mutter-
ed.
well, good night, Mr.. Cayley. Got
a load, I see?"
eyes" Cayley's head was bent. He
spoke through almost closed teeth,
Some potatoes -"
"Potatoes?"
"Yes, a sack. Look here, man. I said
switch that light out"
"Now now, MIR. Cayley, I don't take
. 80 NV be1;ef
Leave that rug alone!' screamed
Cayley.
The constable paused, startled. Then
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