The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1936-07-23

once. Mr.. Langley.
"Mr. Who?"
Langley. I think he must be a
travelling salesman or something
coming through Morechester every
four weeks or so. anyway he calls
pretty regularly for letters" a~:a
"The devil he does? What sort of
letters?"
"Well, they aren't letters really,
they're more like little packages"
where from?"
Miss Enquiries rather over.virtu-
ously stated that she never both
cred to look where things came
from.
"And did Mr.. Langley come in on
Monday?"
Monday? Let me think. Well. ]
know he's been in once this week
because there was something for
him in the box. 1t was either Mon
day or Tuesday. I'm not sure which"
THANK you Miss-er-"
Pearson" Progressively.
miss Pearson" ALPHABETICALLY.
The Inspector left the Post Office
in a growing excitement of mind.
He felt certain that Andrew Lums-'
dale had not forgotten his visit to
the Post Office, but for some reason
or other had not wanted it known.
He went back by car to Enderton
and getting out at the Hoops
walked into the Square to buy some
matches in John Fenton's Stores.
The door was half open so that his
entry was unheralded by the tell.
tale ping Of the old fashioned bell,
and he had hardly entered the shop
before he heard voices coming from
the passage at the rear. Mr.. and
Mrs. Fenton had company evidently.
He heard general good byes" 5s-
ing said and then. as an evident
afterthought, a distinctly clerical
voice said II was sorry not to see
you at the women's service on Mon
d L l
was the matter"
mo, Rector, just couldn't man.
age to get along for once that was
ALL"
The customary superfiuous good
byes were repeated ad nauseam
and the street door shut behind the
visitor. then a somewhat perturbed
mans voice said 81 don't under
stand about Monday evening. Mary,
you told me you had been to church
as usual"
John, L"
Ping.
Someone else had come in and
shut the door sharply; Kingsley
Hylton turned a reproachful eye on
the innocent intruder and Mary
Fenton. a well made woman. now
past middle age and growing a lit
tie on the matronly side of buxom
ness. came out of the back regions
"Yes sir?"
Hylton bought his box of matches
and went out refectively.
OUTSIDE he almost ran into the
~ Rev. Steeble who Unexpectedly
stopped him and said. in a voice
that the Inspector recognized,
"You are Mr.. Hylton, believe"
THAT'S right"
my name is Steeble. l am the
Vicar of this parish"
"How d'you do. Mr.. Steeble?"
"Mr. Hylton. a deed of violence
has been committed. apparently a
crime, and it is your duty to enquire
into it. hope no man understands
the meaning of duty better than |
do. but, somehow, Mr.. Hylton
hardly think you will be successful
in your enquiries"
Kingsley Hylton was little.t taken
back by this greeting.
"You don't, Mr.. Steeble," he
asked, "why?"
The Rev. Steeble's pale blue eyes
blazed up into a fanatical fury and
his whole fine face became alight
with sort of holy anger: his voice
was strained as he answered.
Because of fact which Scotland
Yard for all its cleverness is apt to
forget Mr.. Hylton-because God
will guard his own" his wild eyes
stared straight into the astonished
ones of the Inspector for full half
minute and then, suddenly sinking
his head on to his chest. he turned
and walked rapidly away.
Kingsley Hylton went slowly back
to the Hoops. What you've got to
remember. K. H." he admonished
himself under his breath. sis that
logic doesn't count with human be-
ings-they're all mad, including
yourself"
Dale Shipley was in the saloon
Of the Hoops drinking a moody pint
Of beer; but the young man was
less detected than he might well
have been. Lawson's visit to Fielder
Cottage turned out to be innocuous:
the lodgekeeper had come merely
to tell Dale that there was a likely
looking mare for sale over at Ruck-
ley. and thoughts of horse and
hounds were running through the
young mans head now.
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