Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1908-07-25 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

CHAPTER X. DAVID FLEET'S ESCAPE. Mr Miles Boyter was not a man to do things by halves. Having secured the trembling David Fleet, it suddenly occurred to him that it might be well if he could get hold also of that tell-tale piece of evidence—the juggler's dress—which he did not believe had yet been disposed of by Ulick Shreeve. That thought occurred to him when he was already some distance away from the house with his companion. He stopped in a. dark tine with David Fleet nervously watching him, to think out that new problem. "Where are you taking me?" Fleet asked. "I'm takin' yer far away—to a safe crib I linow, w'ere you can lie 'idden as long as you, like. You've got nothin' to be afraid of; I'm yer friend, an' there's another gent in it with me, who's yer friend, too. The best thing you can do is to keep as far away from Shreeve as you can; that's wot I'm 'ere for." "You don't like Shreeve," suggested David Fleet shrewdly. "'E's poison to me—that's wot 'e is—rank poison," said Boyter violently. "You trust to me, an' you'll be all right. Now I wonder," he muttered to himself, looking at the juggler dubiously, "I wonder w'ere I can put you while I go back to finish a little job." -  Boyter knew the country pretty well, and he presently decided to leave David Fleet in a little workman's hut in a disused stone quarry near at hand while he went back to Pyne Hall. Fleet willingly agreed to do anything and everything that was suggested, and being left in the hut, soon lay down and fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. Miles Boyter went back to the big house, chuckling to himself to think how completely the game was in his hands.  "I'll sell 'em both w'en the time comes—the man an' the clothes as well," he thought. "An' wot a price Mr Shreeve will 'ave to pay." • Ho gained an entrance to the house by the window he had used before that night, and made his way to the room where the great desk was in which he had so strangely found Mick Shreeve on the night of the murder. He felt sure that he should not be disturbed for a little time; he knew that the servants were in quite another quarter of the house and that the master was away. He turned on the light and looked about the room in search of a likely place in which the things might be hidden.  "If I know anythin' about me genttem.an, '43'11 keep 'em 'ere, so as to 'ave 'em always under 'is eye. Now I wonder wot's the best plaoe to look in!"  There was a small safe in the room; he shook his head at that and turned to the great desk itself. Deep drawers ran in it at the back and at the front, all securely locked. Measuring them with his eye, Miles Boyter decided to try the lowest one in the front at the left hand side. He took from his pocket an exceedingly well-made "jemmy," which he fitted together in three pieces, and attacked that drawer. In a minute or two he prized it open, and almost dropped his tool in his surprise. For there, tucked away among some odd papers, was the stained suit of motley. "Orikey 1" he muttered to himself, "if this ain't the devil's luck! Now, I don't want to carry a bundle, because I might be stopped by a country slop and questions asked; my face is always against me if it comes to me bein' stopped an' asked questions. I think I'll wrap it all around rue; there ain't much of it, any -way." He removed the heavy coat he wore, and began to wrap the garments about him. Ho had just disposed them neatly about his body, and was pulling on the coat again, when he heard a sound outside In the corridor that caused. Lim to dart across tloo