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%<• Pelham Affair b.J^oo*s> Tracy • (f nntinue<l from Yesterday.) And that is what they did. Heated in a comfortable drawing room, and looking out at the dusky shadows stealing over the incomparable wood land of the New Forest, Phvllis and Arthur recited the strange events of the last fortnight to two thoroughly interested auditors. But Mrs. Wood, with a woman's keen eye for certain gaps in the narra tive, was not to be repressed. “It's all like an exciting movie,” she vowed, “only some of the explan atory bits are missing. Are you two really engaged?" •'No,” said Phyllis. “Yes," said Pelham. “Y’ou seem to take everything for granted, Arthur,” said the girl. “I've taken you, at any rate,” he retorted. "You never said a word about an engagement.” “It wasn't necessary. I had already asked you to marry me." “But that was absurd, then.” “Very well-” "Now, don’t be silly, or I II run away again!" Mrs. Wood, who loved a sentimental novel or a play which made her weep, insisted on .details. “it seems to be quite certain that you were not engaged when you left London, so how did Mr. Prideaux know you would be when you reached Lyndhurst?" she said, with knitted brows. “Mr.. Prideaux is a very remarkable man," vowed Phyllis. And they left it at that, Jameson was invited to dine late at Pucci's. There he met two weary men, for the "Yard" had much to occupy it in addition to the mystery center ing In Cedar Lodge, which, in itself, had demanded far more time and close attention than can possibly he done justice to in this bare record of events. But the party cheered con siderably when Pucci himself an nounced that despite a husy day in the restaurant, sole Margery and petits poussins had been reserved spe cially for their meal. 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Accept only the genuine "Phillip*.” 26-cent bottle*, Also larger size, con tain direction* and use*—any drug •tore. Run Down? Drive that cold out of your system 1 with Weeks’ Break- I Up-A-Cold Tablets. 1 Powerful, pleasant, I reliable. 1 eeks© Bred hup -a-cu/t/ OhUcIs aFvkbiinkm K.vr^ 666 I* a Proscription propnrnd lor Colds, Fever end Grippe It Is tbs most spssdy rsmsdy »• know, Preventing Pneumonia biing Block!’’ cackled Prideaux. lift ing a cool cocktail, and swallowing It with the unhesitating gusto of a man ^ho really needed a pick-me-up. "That's a new name for me," said the surprised sapper. "Had it been blockhead, now-" “Prideaux prides himself on using the right word invariably,” put In Somers, "His was a delicate allusion to the memorandum you sent us with reference to your school boy associa tion with Sir Arthur Pelham." “I told you just what happened, and my immediate impressions." "Of course. That was the devil of it. After much thought-’ "And luminous suggestion,” inter rupted Prideaux. "Exactly. ... I didn't add that be cause X knew you would. . . Well, after serious thought on my part, and some fanciful theorizing by my light weight colleague, we arrived at cer tain conclusions, only to have them almost upset by your definite recollec tions of Eton as shared by Sir Arthur. If you were right, we were wrong. If the present baronet Is really and truly your classmate of 15 years ago, we were following a false trail. We may still be doing so, for all I know to the contrary, but it is nothing new for us to take chances, and the bet ting on the Cedar Hodge case Is about even money that I retire precipitately on a pension, while Mr. Prideaux not only receives a severe reprimand but foregoes his very reasonable prospects of stepping into my shoes." Jameson expected Prideaux to con tribute a caustic remark nn his chief's simile, but the little man remained Silent for once. The soldier probably did not realize that these two men were united by bonds of steel. At some future date! theirs may figure as one of the world's historic friendships. Officially, they were the Siamese twins of the "Yard.” When they left the service they would go together, or, If an exasperated commissioner per suaded Prideaux to remain In office, Somers would assuredly take a bus man's holiday. “May I remark." said Jameson de liberately, "that Sir Arthur did most of the reminiscing? He recalled men and events which I had forgotten. Naturally, as his cousin and I are such pals, I have had this thing a good deal on my mind during the last 10 days. If I had to rewrite that memorandum It would be phrased dif ferently now." • Ah: Jii what way: “Well, first of all, T would point out that a man who wished to make certain of his facts would look up nil sorts of available data, and stock his memory with them. Let's take a hy pothetical case. Suppose ft fellow whose identity was not questioned at all wished to palm himself off as an Etonian of 191'", or 1907—where’s the insuperable difficulty? The Eton Chronicle is on file. The school rec ords are there. By merely mixing with men of his own or approximate years he would pick up some of the slang and house stories. No, if you want an infallible line as to Sir Ar thur Pelham's personality you ought to get hold of someone who served with him in the guard* during the first two years of the war. Scores of things happened then, either in the field or in rest camps, which no man who had not shared the other fellow's experience could possibly ascertain afterwards.” The detectives smiled. A waiter came in to lay the table, so the dis cussion could not be carried on. But the point cropt<ed up again later. ‘‘The trouble Is that every other officer of Sir Arthur's battalion was killed either at or after Loos.” said Somers. “Excuse me. but such a thing could not happen.” protested Jameson. "Yet It undoubtedly did happen.” “Don’t misunderstand me. 1 main tain that it Is a sheer impossibility for the 26 officers who crossed the channel with French on the nights of the 12th and 13th of August, 1914. to be serving In the battalion at I,oos in 1916. Some men were wounded, some were transferred, some must have been found more suitable for training troops at home or elsewhere. I'll make a bet with both of you that not six out of the 26 were at Mona and Loos with the same crowd.” “You seem to have undergone a re markable mental development in 10 days." snapped Prldeaux. Then Jameson saw that his hosts were, so to speak, trying him out, and had long ago reached the same con clusions he was now putting forth so solemnly. “Sorry!” he laughed, “but I »a» really trying to make clear some of the doubts which have shot holes In that memorandum.” "You appreciate our dilemma, how ever.” said Somers. “When our de partment takes up an Inquiry it trie* to preserve an open mind. No one is deemed either guilty or Innocent until many little rills of evidence, flowing from different directions, be gin to swell into a river of proof.” Prldeaux shaded his eyes with a hand, as though to ward off a 'bril liant light which shone round his chief's head, but Somers Ignored him and served a dish of sole with abso lute impartiality. “It's a surprising thing,” he went on placidly, “but a little hop o' mo thumb like Prldeaux often eats as much as a big chap like me. He pre tends that fish Is brain food, but wait until you see him tackle the pousslti." "Try, however, not to hoar our worthy superintendent," added Prl deaux. “That's a base llb^l— one quite tin worthy of your boasted wit.” cried Somers indignantly. “Very well. In the circumstances. I advise Captain Jameson to attend to his own bird.” “I wish you would tell me Just what occurred today,” said Jameson. I suppose those blighters In Berners street ran off with the lady so us to bring pressure to bear on the huronet But how did they manage It? I may want to pull off a stunt like that on my own account one of these days, and the wrinkle may he useful.” Pelham's guesswork when asked the same question by PhylU" was so literally accurate that the details need not be given twice. What he did not know was the special variety of ground bait used by the detectives. Finding that "Matador," greatly dur ing, sought the acquaintance of Pet ers, tlie gardener at Cedar Lodge, and Phyllis a staunch adherent. they Coughing Tiros tho old. loworo thHr vital ity. Tho boot standard family congh modluine tor old and young CHAMBERLAIN’S COUGH REMEDY Good for avoir number of tho family Let Cuticura Be Your Beauty Doctor primed him (Peters) with ail the Infor mation they wished the enemy to Itave. Thus, though Jameson was loo astute to hint at it. they undoubtedly connived at the kidnaping episode, though they knew- already where "Vaquero" and "Matador" lived. In deed, they ascertained this valuable fact the day after Lady Pelham was killed. The murder undoubtedly scared the ruffians Who were not re sponsible for it. No matter what their quarrel with the son they would nev er have taken his mothers life. So It was essential that their confidence should be restored, and that was the task entrusted to Peters, who neither knew what he was doing nor why he did it, save for the all-sufficing reason that he was serving1 Miss Phyllis's Interests." Jameson fitted each item into its place, but there were many squares on t,he chess-board still empty. "Stop me If I am putting questions which you do not care to answer," he said, when Somers had supplied some of the missing pawns. "I see now what happened, but I'm dashed if I understand why Pelham was encour aged to fly off with the lady to the New Forest." "Keep in touch with us, and you will see light before many days have passed," said Somers. "You may be able to help us greatly at any hour. Messrs. 'Vaquero' and ‘Matador,’ to gether with the woman, will lie brought liefore a magistrate in the morning under their assumed names, which may not be spelled quite cor rectly on the < barge sheet, and re manded for a week for the heinous crime of conspiring to commit a fel ony. Judging from the blue funk they are in tonight, they realize that we can Imprison them for the remainder of their lives on charges connected with the war, or have them shot at Vincennes‘If we care to extradite them to France, so they will obey us with out a murmur. ‘Vaquero’ has done so already. He has arranged a meet ing with Sir Arthur Pelham by 'phone for tomorrow morning In Victoria stu tlon. which Is an amusing rendez vous, by the way, as we might ask Hallway-porter Jenkins to attend, but the date is a trifle too soon for our purposes. Therefore, at my request, he has telephoned Cedar Lodge and postponed the fixture, pretending that he did not trust Herr '69,' and would give a night's thought to matters. Sir Arthur, ol course, was encaged, and may be even more so tomorrow If we can stage a first-rate row be tween them we may learn something really useful.” "Sir Arthur knows, of course, that they brought about Miss Daunt s dis appearance?" "Why, certainly. Didn't I make that clear. The first thing ’Vaquero’ did when his prize was safe in Berners street was to hurry to a call office. The appointment at Victoria was the outcome. But the alarm had been giv en already. The doorman at the hotel was quick-witted, and reported Miss Haunt's curious reception by the occu pants of the car, whereupon Mrs., Linforth, the young lady's aunt, rang up Miss Ciwen Townsend, who. of course, denied sending any telegram, or the ownership of a car. Bhe, the aunt, then called Cedar Lodge—and what do you think this singular bar onet advised?" "I dunno." "That she was to keep quiet, and say nothing to the police. He was certain Miss Phyllis would come .to no harm, and he would arrange for her speedy return. Altogether, he lias re ceived some remarkable phone mes sages since 5:15 today. In fact. Mrs. -ine uinana . . ... Linforth and 'Vanuero' were after him at the same time, but the IHdy se cured the first Innings. That Is im portant. lie knew wlmt to say liefore he heard from the men who carried off his fiancee as a hostage for his good behavior.'’ "Do these rotters want money?” "Yes. yet they are not common blackmailers. They sought revenge first. 1 think. Now they want to share the plunder.” "Great Scott! Do you actually be lieve-” "I believe nothing. I’m a confirm ed skeptic. If you want to hear some mad theorizing, tackle Prideaux, I often tell him he could earn a princely Income as a writer of scenarios for t/ie films. ’* Senor Pucci's huge bulk filled the doorway. “Mr. Somers wanted on the 'phone," he said. He always brought such de mands In person, being well aware of their Importance to his distinguish ed clients. "You will now he favored with a close-up of a greatly perturbed chief superintendent,” cackled Prideaux cheerfully. “Bet you a new hqt.. James, that our worthy baropet is about to impart the great tidings." "You'll get no new hat out of me." cried Somers, almost crossly. He was back in the room in less than a min ute. “Sir Arthur baa thought better of his concealment plan,” he said. "I told Sheldon to advise him that you and I. Prideaux, will he with him at 10. That gives us time for a cigar and some coffee. Oh. my, what a life! By the way, captain,' did you and your friend, Pelham—not the wicked haronet but the interloper who has gone off with his girl—arrange for any calls this morning?" "I asked him to ring up at the Reg’ about luncheon time. "He won't, hut I may. The ex changes get rattled when there are so many- ‘Pelham’ calls flying about." "Your Arthur Pelham is a decent boy, isn't he?" Inquired Prideaux un expectedly. “One of the beat," replied Jameson. “As the Yanks say, he's all wool and a yard wide." "I summed him up that way myself, but I like to hear what others have to say as well. You see. he is marked out to marry Miss Phyllis Daunt at a very early date, and I want that girl to find a good husband. She rings true all the time. If I were young enough, and thought I had half a chance, I would never have flung Mas ter Arthur at her head. As It Is, un less he is a bigger fool than I take him for, they were engaged before their train reached Famhorough!" 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She always changed for luncheon, as did her mother and most of the other smartly dressed women in the hotel, and again for dinner; and al ways the shoes and stockings, ribbons, hats, sweaters, and what-not har monized with her various linens, pastel shaded Japanese crepes, or gandies, or hand embroidered serges for the cool days. "That Dallas woman must spend about all her time over that child's clothes.” Laurel had one day over heard from behind the high hack of one of the hotel piazza rocking chairs. Laurel was sitting by an open win dow in an empty cardroom Just be hind the chuirs. Laurel liked to sit and listen to what the women talked about on the other side of that high cane wall of chairbacks. Sometimes, however, she heard things that made her grave, contemplative eyes still graver and still more contemplative. There had been scorn In the voice which had referred to her mother, "I wonder," she thought, "If we didn't dress quite so well, people mightn't be nicer.” She waited for more enlightening remarks from behind the chair harks, but. none were forthcoming, so she rose, sauntered out of the cardroom, wandered down a long deserted corri dor, and drifted into the hotel foyer. She was tall for 13, with long slim legs, long slim arms, and a long slim body. laurel leaned up against one of the pillars in the hotel foyer and gazed about her. The place was wrapped In Its usual mid-afternoon lifelessness —a few Idle bellboys on the bench at the foot of the broad staircase, a couple of idle elevators: a solitary elerk behind the brass grill over the mahogany desk; dozens upon dozens of empty armchairs: in one of them an tdd man, with a K ng Orange nose, sound asleep; In a far corner fou: women playing silent bridge. She Blid Into the deep-seated lap of an enormous leather armrhair near( bv. Through th» Mg front doors she could catch a glimpse of a group of girls 'about her own age, seated on the piazza railing, swinging their legs, and eat.fig candy. One of the girls was the daughter of the pretty Mrs. t'ameron, now playing bridge In the far corner. Iamrel did not Join the girls She didn't give mothers at a summer hotel a second opportunity to call, "Come, dear. I think you’d better come |n now," to their chil dren when sh' became one of a group; nor the children themselves to link arms and move away from her. Laurel sighed, rose from the big chair and wandered over to the glass covered case of candles; stared at them for a minute or two: turned! away; listlessly observed a rack of picture postcards. Finally she mean dered down a long corridor past a series of cardrooms to a little pink parlor at the end. From behind a cushion on a sofa, she drew forth a book, and tucking it under her arm returned to the big chair. She curled herself up in it, child-fashion, and opened the book well towards the middle. She began to read. Laurel never read "David Copper f eld" when her mother was with tier. Today the book, as usual, would be returned to its hdiing place behind the cushion in the little iparlor when site had finished witl it* Laurel never carried it with her upstairs for her mother to catch a glimpse of. and make remarks upon. Of course her mother had had to know that she had tucked It, with several other books, nto a corner of the bottom of her Bunk when they had last packed. But there was no need In flaunting It before her mother's eyes. On the fly-leaf of Laurel's "David Copper field'' was written: "To Laurel, from her father," with Christmas and a date below. There had been a whole boxful of them. "Books!" her mother had said with an exclamation of disappointment when they had been received the pre ceding December, "a whole pile of old-fashioned books!" Laurel knew her mother preferred someth.ng more modern, when i* rarne to printed matter—Informing literature that kept one up-to-date as to what was going on in the world of clothes, and fashion, and society; photoplay magazines, with some theater talk in them, and a few snap py short stories. Laurel took the elevator up to that bedroom now. It was after 6 o’clock, and by this time, she calculated, the ironing sheet and forbidden electric Iron would be safely tucked out of sight In the bottom of her mothers trunk. It wasn't an attractive bedroom. It was tucked way up under the eaves. had slanting wall*, and a single rur tainless window It* furniture was much too big for II — made it look slik and shrunken, like a child in cast-off clothes many sizes too large The Iron bed. white enamel once but nicked and battered now, extended half wayacross the window-pane, and there was a perfectly tremendous stufted armchair In the rourn, dls carded from some parlor below evi dently, a shabby affair which, shut up in this little coop, was 1 ke some hig ugly animal rammed Into a < it us cage—a rhinoceros Laurel decided, for it was the same dingy color, und its back and arms were worn bare and napless. Laurel used to dread her first glimpse of the latest "cheapest room” her mother had engaged, trailing with a sink.ng heart after the scornful bellboy who guided them along endless halls and corridors, far ther and farther away fiorn the lux ury of the office downstairs, to the door of the undesirable little apart ment. flinging it open, it seemed to Laurel, with a gesture of disgust. But Laurel's mother told her she ought to be thankful that such things as "cheapest rooms” existed. “It ,s only by occupying the cheapest room In the house, that you and I can go' to nice hotels, where nice people go,” Mrs. Dallas explained to her daugh ter. 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