Evening star., 1936-09-27
THIS WEEK
Hidden Treasure
Continued from poss four
THIS WEEK
Continued from poss four

He drifted from the room and
Brancepeth stared after him. stunned.
His air castles had fallen about him
in ruins. Fame, fortune and married
bliss were as far away from him as
ever. If there was already funny
fish on the silver screen, it would be
mere waste of time to do another. He
clasped his head in his hands and
groaned over his fried egg. And, as he
did 50, the door opened.
"Har' said Lord Bromborough.
Good morning. good morning"
Brancepeth spun round with a
sharp jerk. There before him stood
Lord Bromborough, but not hair of
his moustache was missing.
"Eh, what?" said Lord Brom-
borough. shifting "Kedgeree? Capital.
capital"
He headed purposefully for the
sideboard. The door opened again.
and Edwin Potter came in.
He seemed worried. II say" he
said, my fathers missing"
"On how many cylinders?" asked
Lord Bromborough. He was man
who liked his joke of a morning.
II mean to say" continued Edwin
Potter, Il can't find him. went to
speak to him, and his bed had not been
slept in"
Lord Bromborough was dishing
kedgeree on to a plate. That's all
right," he said. He wanted to try my
hammock last night, so let him. he
slept as soundly as l did. he slept we'll.
I became drowsy as was finishing my
glass of hot milk and I woke this
morning in an armchair in the smok-
ing-room. All, my DEAR" he went on.
as Muriel entered, come along and
try this kedgeree. 1t smells excellent.
I was just telling our young friend
here that his father slept in my ham,
mock last night"
Muriers face was wearing look of
perplexity. "Out in the garden?"
''Of course. You know where my
hammock is"
Then there must be a goat in the
garden"
''Coat?" said Lord Bromborough.
What do you mean. goat? Why
should there be goat in the garden?
Because something has eaten of
Sir Preston's moustache."
"Whatr'
Eyes. l met him outside, and the
shrubbery had completely disap-
peared. Here he is. LookT
What seemed at first to Brancepeth
a total stranger was standing in the
doorway. 1t was only when the new
conner folded his arms and began to
speak in the familiar. rasping voice that
he recognized Sir Preston Potter. Bart.
''Sor' said Sir Preston, directing at
Lord Bromborough fiery glance.
Lord Bromborough finished his
kedgeree and looked up. "Ah. Potter"
he said. Shaved your moustache.
have you? Very sensible. 1t would
never have amounted to anything.
and you will be happier without it."
Flame shot from Sir Preston Pot
ter's eye. "Bromborough," he snarled.
Il have only five things to say to you.
The first is that you are the lowest.
foulest fiend that ever disgraced the
pure pages of Debrett; the second,
that your dastardly act in clipping off
my moustache shows you to be a
craven who knew that defeat stared
him in the eye and that only thus
could he hope to triumph; the third.
that l intend to approach my lawyer
Immediately with a view to taking
legal action; the fourth is goodbye
for ever; and the fifth -"
But, my dear fellow, you seem to
be suggesting that l had something
to do with this. I approve of what has
happened. yes. approve of it heartily.
Norfolk will be a sweeter and better
place to live in now that this has