The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1939-02-03
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a stony o. eow ard Intrigue .sy DoRNFoRD YATES

suffering flesh, / must confess was
thankful to throw in my hand.
At four o'clock on Thursday he
leaned against a Ar and stated bis
case.
81 am tired of unseating my in
testines by efforts no goat would be
such a fool as to make, and I'm
sick Of straining my eyeballs in an
effort to see through cover which
is just about as transparent as a eel
lar of coal. In a word, I have had
my fill Of futility. I, therefore, sug-
gest that we enter the enemy's lines
without further delay. I may say
that this suggestion belongs to the
spirit alone: if took the advice Of
the flesh, ! should enter nursing
home"
With that, he began to retire by
the way we had come, and Winter
and I came after without a word.
AS we drove back to Raven, we
summed up what we had learned
from going about the estate, and
after an excellent supper, of which
we were very glad, we studied the
map we had marked and laid our
plans.
These were, very shortly, to make
for the mouth of the northern en-
trance-drive. There Winter would
set us down and then 60 off for
petrol, Of which we were running
short. How long our visit would last,
we could not tell, but when Winter
had taken in fuel, he was to return
with the Rolls and berth her in one
of the tracks.
With that, we went to bed early,
for we were to rise at dawn, more
or less content that the country had
forced our hands and little dream
ing Of the ruffle which the morrow
was to bring forth.
The sky was cloudless, the world
| was drenched with dew and the sun
was not yet upon the mountains,
when Winter set us down hundred
yards from the mouth of the en-
trance-drive. To this there were no
lodge-gates, and only a board
marked private" distinguished its
rough, brown surface from that Of
an ordinary road.
"The first track on the right, Win
ter. Back her down and take her
well into the wood. You may have
to wait some time, but don't 60 far
from the car and keep out Of sight
Of the road"
every good, sir" said Winter, and
set hand to his hat.
Five minutes later the Rolls was
three miles off and Herrick and ]
were padding along the drive, one
upon either side of the ill-kept road.
For a furlong the drive ran
straight: then it bent to the left and
the woods upon either hand began
to close in: but the bracken held on
and was growing tall and thick
we could see the green flood stretch
ing beneath the trees. And then the
drive curled to the right and ran
into the woods.
We had covered more than a mile
and the sun was up, when, some
thing to our surprise, we heard the
sound of car. This was behind us,
coming the way we had come, and
at once we whipped into the bracken
and kneeled down among the green
stems, to let it 60 by.
After a moment or two, a closed
car, travelling slowly, slipped into
and out Of our sight. The blinds Of
the car were drawn, and chauf-
feur, wearing black livery, sat at
the wheel. A glance at the number
plate showed that this was obscured.
'The return of Percy" said Her
rick, latter heavy night. ! know
just how he's feeling. And I'm
glad I'm not his valet, II what you
tell me is true"
With his words, the car disap-
peared, and we rose out Of the
bracken to hasten along in its wake.
ITO BE CONTINUED