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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 19, 1935)
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John Spencer and his cousin, Geof
frey Bohun, are vacationing in Aus
tria. Geoffrey is a gifted portrait
painter but prefers to paint land
scapes. While strolling in the forest,
John hears Kngllsh voices and de
cides to investigate. From safe cov
er he finds four men burying a man
in green livery who, evidently, had
been murdered. Pharaoh is the lead
er of the gang; the others are Dew
drop, Rush and Bugle. Unfortunately,
John makes himself known to the
assassins by dropping a letter with
his name and address on it. He tells
Geoffrey and his chauffeur, Barley, of
his adventure. Geoffrey, realizing
that John’s life is in danger, declares
he must vanish.
For more than an hour 1 wan
dered the curious streets, crossing
and stopping and idling and turning
back, but I never set eyes upon
any one of the four or on anyone
else that I could fairly suspect;
and at last I decided to rest and
drink before making my way to St.
I was sitting in a cafe, drinking
my liquor when I saw a car going
by on the opposite side of the
For a moment 1 sat spell bound.
Then I was up and was running as
hard as I could.
The car was a cabriolet, very long
and handsome and painted green.
Its hood was raised, so that who
ever was in it was not to be seen
but In front were sitting two chauf
feurs—in curious livery. In a word,
they were wearing green tunics, ex
y actly like that of the man whom I
' had seen lying that morning, await
ing his grave.
The car was gathering speed
when I flung myself on to the step.
As someone within exclaimed, I
thrust my head over the door.
‘‘Forgive me,” I said, using Ger
man, “but I have most urgent news.
Of the very gravest import. I don’t
know who you are, but you’re deep
1 ly concerned."
A girl was regarding me as though
I were less than the dust.
“How can your news concern me.
If you don’t know who I am?”
The words were spoken in Eng
lish, with the faintest American
touch, and the tone was less cold
“I recognized your livery,” I said.
“Hasn’t one of your men disap
The girl never moved, but her
eyes looked straight into mine.
“What do you know,” she added,
“of one of my men?"
“I know that he’s dead,” said I.
I saw her start at the word, and
a hand went up to her mouth.
“And I know who killed him," I
said, “and I’ll help you to rope
them In. They didn’t kill him for
nothing. I mean, I rather think
't there’s a good deal behind the
The girl looked at me curiously.
Then she sat back on the cushions
and glanced at her watch.
“I expect the police,” she said
coldly, ‘‘will be glad to hear any
facts. The station is in the next
My speech was impetuous, 1 know,
and never would have been spoken
if I had but a moment to choose
“On the other hand,” I said
thickly, “the police may agree with
"Agree with me—what do you
“That It’s none of my business,”
' said I.
With that, I made her a bow and
sauntered back to my cafe.
As I gained the pavement, I
heard a step at my side.
Then a chauffeur was speaking,
hat in hand.
Tier ladyship, sir, would be glad
of your name and address.”
“Tell her ladyship this: My name
does not matter, and my address is
this cafe—until I have finished my
The man withdrew, and, more en
4 raged than ever I sat myself down
at my table and mopped my face.
I had been used with contumely,
as though I had been some peas
ant, the worse for drink. This by a
girl whom I was seeking to serve.
At last I looked up, there was the
car before me with my lady’s face
framed in its window and the chauf
feur standing beside the door.
“If you will forgive me, perhaps
I can give you a lift.”
This unadorned apology acted on
me as a charm. All my resentment
I got to my feet, laid a coin on
the table and picked up my hat. . . .
As I took my seat beside her—
"I’m to blame,” I said, “and I’ve
nothing at all to forgive. I’m afraid
1 shook vou op. But I—I hadn't re
hearsed this meeting and 1 guess 1
went off half-cocked. I’d better Just
tell you my tale.”
“One moment—where shall I take
“If you please, to the church of
As the car moved off—
“I’m Helena Yorick,” said the
girl, "and Yorick Is the name of
my home, some seven miles off."
I gave her my name at once and
then. without waiting longer,
plunged into my tale.
When I had done—
• “Are you sure you weren't fol
lowed?" she said.
“I’m sure I wasn’t," said I.
With my words the car stopped
at the church.
“Well, you can't get out here,"
said the girl. “We must find a
much quieter place. Besides, you
must hear my story.”
Site gave some direction to the
chauffeur and then sat back in her
"My father died last November,
leaving my brother and me. We're
Austrians, you know; but my moth
er taught me English—she was
American. My brother is younger
than I am, and he’s away just now;
so I run the castle, although, of
course, he’s the Count. This duty
takes me to Salzburg once a month.
I made the Journey by car four
days ago. On the way an attempt
was made to waylay me, and when
I got through—I was driving—they
chased me for thirty miles. I had
a man with me called Florin. Three
generations of Florins have served
our house. His father’s my warden
—has charge of all the keys. Well,
six men act as night watchmen,
taking the duty by turns. Old Flor
in chooses the men, and Ms son
was one of the six. He was on
duty last night, and this morning
he couldn’t be found.” Her voice
began to quaver, and I henrd her
smother a sob.
“I’m most dreadfully sorry,” I
said. “And If you’ll let me help
you, we’ll bring the blackguards to
book. But you see my cousin was
right. Florin was nothing to them,
but he got in their way.”
“Yes,” said the girl, “that’s clear.
The night watchman got In their
way.” With a sudden movement
she turned. “But you must keep
out of this. Can’t you go home?"
“I’m not going home,” said I, “till
I’ve seen this through.”
“Don’t be foolish,” she said. “This
quarrel is mine—not yours. Young
Florin was not your man.”
“The point is this,” said I. “That
you don’t want to fight them with
me is natural enough. I’ve given
you Information which it was right
you should have, and that, I frank
ly admit, is the end of my duty
to you: but I owe that dead man a
duty, and I’m going to do It.”
I broke off to mop my face. “My
cousin's with me,” I added, “and
so is his man.”
‘I wish, ’ said the girl, “I could
have a word with your cousin. Do
you think he could meet me this
evening at—at a farm that I know?”
“I’ll bring him with me,” said I,
"wherever you please.”
Lady Helena looked away.
“You can come if you like,” she
said. “But I want to see him."
Then she took up a large-scale
map and showed me the farm. This
went by the name of Plumage, and
lay some four miles from Annabel,
quite by Itself.
“At five o’clock, then?" says she.
“We shall be there."
“And now,” she said. “I shall
drop you. Please don't stand still
when you’re out: start walking ut
once. And thank you very much
for doing your duty to me. And—
and don’t forget that that's ended.”
As I took her slim hand, her
steady eyes met miue.
“True," said I. “But my duty
to Florin remains; and I’m not so
sure as I was that he called upon
me for vengeance.”
“What else?” said the girl.
“He loved his mistress,” I said.
"As lie died, he may have been
thinking that she would be short a
And then I went out of the car
and was sauntering down the pave
ment. Except for a crone with a
bucket, there seemed to be no one i
As the Rolls swept over a cross
ing and on to the Salzburg road —
“I’m almost sure,” said Geoffrey,
“that we’ve stolen a march on our
friends. Of course they may stick
to Barley, but that I doubt. And
in any event he’ll give them the
slip at Salzburg."
“At Salzburg?” I cried.
“That’s right," said my cousin.
“He'll be in that city tonight. To
morrow lie'll come back to Vlll
ach, and there we shall pick him up
as soon as it’s dusk.”
“You’re taking no chances,”
“D’you blame me, John? I mean,
the return of your letter was pretty
good work. Talk about a riposte.
. . . And you may have been seen
with my lady; In which case, as
she observed, the Job, whatever It
ls, will go by the board, and
Pharaoh and Co.'s one Idea will be
to do you In.”
It was long past noon when we
stole into Annabel.
Geoffrey berthed the car In the
shade of some limes which grew
fifty yards from the Inn, on the
opposite side of the way.
“You go in,” he said, "and have
a look at the rooms. I imagine
they’re quite all right, but you never
I left him filling his pipe and
walked to The Heaping Hook.
This was a pleasant Inn, stand
ing hack from the road.
As I entered the great, stone tap
room. It was clear that all was not
It now seemed clear that some
brawl or other had lately disor
dered the house and I began to
wonder whether the host was ab
sent because lie had suffered some
hurt. The poor woman's state, how
ever, forbade my questioning her,
and Indeed ns soon as she saw me,
she threw her apron over her head
and abandoned herself to her grief.
I, therefore, turned to the scullion
and asked him where his master
might be, but the man seemed dull
of comprehension and I had to
Asked Him Where His Master
shake him by the shoulder before
at last he muttered that the host
I made my way to the staircase
which rose from the hall, and a
moment later had gained a fine,
broad passage which ran the length
of the house. The door of a room
was opened, and the maid who had
passed me came out, wide-eyed and
“What’s the matter?” 1 cried.
"Where’s your master?”
She pointed to the room she had
left and fled downstairs.
I now began to think that the
man must be dead for he was a
mild old fellow and not at all the
sort that drinks himself into a fury
and puts his household In fear. I
walked to the door and stood lis
tening before I knocked.
For a quarter of a minute I lis
tened, but heard no sound, and
my hand wms raised, ready to
knock, when somebody spoke—and
before he hnd spoken three words,
I knew why the house was disor
dered and wrhy I had not been re
ceived : I knew why the maid was
trembling nnd why the housewife
was In tears: and I knew that, be
they never so pleasing, the rooms
at The Reaping Hook were not for
Geoffrey and me . . . for the voice
was the voice of I’haraoh, who was
recommending the landlord to do
as he said.
S I STOLE away from that
door, I know that my knees
were loose. So often as I remem
ber thut my hand was raised, ready
to knock, the sweat will start upon
I passed down the passage a-tip
toe, as well I might.
I was halfway down the stairs,
which rose in two flights, and the
doorway of the inn was before me,
when there came to my ears the
slam of the door of a car. I be
lieve that I stopped instinctively,
but almost before I could think, a
figure was in the doorway—a little
wiry figure — and was heading
straight for the stairs.
It was my old friend, Dewdrop
Now I saw In n flash that unless
of the four It was he that had been
lying in wait to identify me at
Lass, l stood a very fair chance of
being no more than suspected as
I went by.
I, therefore, held on my way,
and since he was looking down,
I H*wdrop did not perceive me un
til he was three steps off. And
then our eyes met—for an Instant.
Ills surprise was his undoing.
As plain as though he had said
so, I knew that he knew who I was
and the second he spent In star
ing served my turn. As his Angers
flew to his mouth, I hit him un
der the Jaw ana leaped for the
The hall below us was flagged
and I was afraid to hit hard lest
he should topple backwards and
split his skull on the stone. And
so, though the blow was heavy. It
wns not heavy enough. M.v hold
of me he could not, for his balance
was gone, but as I gained the fore
court his piercing whistle rang out.
My couslu heard It—I saw him.
He had his hack to the Inn, and
the bonnet of the Itolls was open
and he wns making some adjust
ment, spanner in hand. For an In
stant he stared. And then the bon
net was shut, and the spanner
was In his pocket and a pistol was
in his hand.
Before I could speak—
"Take the wheel,” said GeolTrey,
"and back her the way we came.
There’s a corner a hundred yards
back. Turn her around there and
wait Is that their car?”
“Quick," cried my cousin.
As I flung myself Into the Rolls.
I saw Dewdrop, running towards
us. stop in his tracks. As Geoffrey
fired, the fellow turned and doubled,
dodging from side to side.
The engine of the Rolls was
running and I let In the clutch.
Then I lifted the car towards Geof
frey across the road.
A closed cur was standing In
the forecourt beside the door of
the Inn. As Dewdrop whipped be
liind it my cousin tired again.
Pharaoh was standing in the
doorway, with a hand to his hip:
as he drew arms. Itnsh thrust out
from behind him and sent him
against the jamb. I slut 11 always
believe that this blunder saved Geof
1 had never stopped the Rolls and
as Geoffrey leaped for the step 1
let her go. In an instant two shots
were fired, and a bullet went by
my face to splinter the driving
mirror. And then we were flash
ing through the village.
Geoffrey was speaking.
"I'm much obliged, my son. But
another time you simply must Jo us
I say. It’s you they’re after, not
ine. And now please put her along.
I’ve holed their petrol-tank, so I
hardly think they'll start: all the
same I believe lu distance.”
Twenty minutes later we glided
out of a by-road ou h grass grown
track where this curled Into a
thicket, I threw out the clutch.
“My God,” said Geoffrey, and
wiped the sweat from his face. “And
after all that trouble to cover our
trucks. Fate beats the band some
times. And now tell me exactly
I told him the truth.
“Colossal,” says he. “Colossal.
There’s no other word. However,
there's no harm done.” He pulled
out a map. “And now let’s see
where we are. We run through a
village called Wagon some four
We were twenty-two miles from
Plumage, and the hour was Just
“Tea with the goddess," he suld,
“at five o’clock. What could be
better? But I don’t want to wTalt
till then. Besides, we must find u
Plumage lay more than two miles
from the high road. The farm was
set on the floor of a fair-sized val
ley that ran due west. The dwell
ing Itself was handsome, white and
gray and low, with shutters of olive
we stoie down me tane in si
lence and as I brought the car to
rest, Lady Helena Yorlck came out
of the house and behind her a great
Alsatian, a very beautiful hound.
Here for the lirst time I saw
how truly lovely she was.
I Introduced my cousin and the
lady gave him her hand.
“I know your work,” she said.
“You painted my mother’s brother
six years ago.”
“In Philadelphia,” Geoffrey said.
“He carried his head as you do
and he had the same blue-black
For a moment they spoke of her
mother’s American home.
“Plumage,” said Geoffrey, "de
serves Its beautiful name. Will you
let me paint It one day, when the
battle is done?"
Lady Helena laughed.
“I see,” she said, "that you have
been reading the map."
For a moment I stared. Then —
"This Isn’t Yorlck?” I cried.
“No,” said Geoffrey. “But It’s on
the Yorlck estate. Yorlck Itself
is three miles beyond these woods.”
"And six miles from Annabel,"
said Lady Helena. “Remembering
that, Mr. Bohun, do you still pro
pose to stay there?”
“No," said Geoffrey, “we don’t.
We’ve—er—changed our minds."
“I’m glad to hear It,” said the
girl. “Mr. Spencer Is rather head
strong, and he doesn't seem to con
sider that he’s rather too young to
Ludy Helena then turned to the
bench on the left of the door.
“Let's thrash this out,” she said.
She took her seat in the middle
and we sat one on eacli side.
“You may take it from me,” she
said, "that this is no ordinary case.
I know what those men are out for,
and they're not going to stand any
“They’re after something which
isn’t mine to give them and which
they will never get.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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