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SYNOPSIS
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. Strolling in the forest, John
hears voices and decides to investi
gate. From cover he finds four men
burying a man in green livery who,
evidently, had been murdered. Pha
raoh is the leader of the gang; the
others are Dewdrop, Rush and Bugle.
Unfortunately, John makes himself
known to the assassins by dropping
a letter with his name and address.
He tells Geoffrey and his chauffeur,
Barley, of his adventure. Geoffrey,
realizing that John’s life is in dan
ger, declares he must vanish. Spen
cer discovers that the livery of the
murdered man corresponds to the liv
ery of the servants of Yorick castle,
and tells Countess Helena, mistress
of the castle, what he had seen.
With Geoffrey and Barley, John
starts for Annabel, a nearby village.
They encounter Pharaoh. In making
their getaway they exchange shots
with the gang, without serious re
sult. They arrive at the Y'orick estate,
where Lady Helena had requested
John and his cousin to meet her.
She reveals that her father had con
verted his immense fortune into gold
and hidden it in a secret vault in
the castle. Knowing that his son,
Valentine, Helena’s brother, was in
capable of controlling the fortune,
he had revealed it to Helena alone
Just before his death. The news
leaked out, and Pharaoh is after the
treasure. They planned that Geoffrey
and Barley would go to Salzburg to
watch for Pharaoh, while John was
to remain at Plumage. Several nights
go by without important incident.
John visits Yorick castle and finds
that Helena’s brother, Count Valen
tine, is there and with him, on most
friendly terms, Is Pharaoh as Cap
tain Faning. Hearing that John is
stopping at Plumage, Pharaoh speaks
to his servant, Dewdrop. John sus
pects a plot. As dinner is announced,
Helena and John escape, pursued by
» Pharaoh’s men, encountering many
^ difficulties, and finally arrive at a
forester’s cottage. Freda, their host
ess, gets petrol for their car and
then goes to Salzburg to get word to
Geoffrey. John finds their car gone.
He declares his love for Helena.
CHAPTER V—Continued
Helena rose to Iter feet.
“This comes,” she said, “of put
ting me up on a dais. I never was
y up on a dais, where you were eon
f cerned. If you stand up, you’ll find
that 1 have to look up—to see my
self In your eyes.”
I stood up, trembling.
“Nell,” I said hoarsely. “Nell.’
I set my hands on her shoulders
and looked her full In the eyes.
“That day we lunched at Yorick.
Florin looked at you, and you nod
ded and looked away. Was he . . .
asking you ... If you loved me?”
She met my gaze squarely.
“He was asking me if I was to
be your wife."
“And you . . .”
My brain was reeling.
“I told him what I hoped was
the truth.”
As I drew her into my arms, her
hands went up to my hair.
CHAPTER VI
Eavesdropping.
Twenty-four hours had gone
by—and something was serious
ly wrong.
We had passed the day in a hap
piness such as, I think, is given
to very few, but now the sun was
sinking, yet Geoffrey had not ap
pea red.
That the forester's wife might
be late had never entered our
heads. We were up betimes the
next morning and were ready and
waiting for Freda at a quarter to
eight. We might have spared our
energy, for eight o’clock went by.
yet she did not come.
Bad news is trying enough: but
when the absence of news is so
prolonged that only a fool would
continue to hope against hope, it is,
I think, a stout heart that will feel
no alarm.
There was no longer any doubt
in our minds. Somehow or other
Pharaoh had put a spoke In our
wheel.
At 11 o’clock that Thursday I led
the way into the kitchen, took my
seat at the table and opened the
map.
“I must leave you, Nell," I said
quietly. ‘‘There’s no other way.”
Helena nodded, and a hand went
" up to her head.
“What will you do, John?"
“I must get a lift at Witchcraft
and hire a car where 1 can." I con
sidered the map. “I should think
I’d get one at Sabbot. From there
I must drive to Salzburg for all I’m
| worth." I drew some paper towards
% me and started to make some notes.
An exclamation from Helena
» snapped the sentence in tw’o.
W I looked up sharply.
There was horror in her beauti
ful eyes—and these were fast ou
the paper on which 1 was making
my notes.
“What is it, Nell?” 1 cried, rising.
Site clapped her hands to
her face.
“Oh, John," she wailed, “that pa
per . .
For an instant I stared at the
sheet—one of a cheap, gray packet.
"Listen, John. I think that pa
per has told me why Geoffrey lsn'1
here. You wrote to him in pencil,
the pencil was blunt and you
pressed." Site pointed a trembling
finger. "There on that sheet’s the
impression of what you wrote."
This was true.
“D’you remember our last patrol
—how, when we parted, I offered
to wire to your cousin? And yon
said yes, and I did. But I wrote
out the wire on a pad of writing
paper—and the pencil was blunt.”
"You mean—”
“The pad was on the library ta
ble. If I'haraoh saw it and read It,
it gave him your cousin's address.
Supposing he wired the next morn
ing, while we were talking to Freda,
here in this room. . . Supposing
he wired, as I did, using your name.
. . . Supposing he said, Return. . .
“One moment,” I said. “I must
think.”
I thought very fast.
Hypothesis or no, here wms a
good explanation of my cousin’s
failure to come.
“I must go at once,” I said, and
picked up the map.
“To Plumage, John?”
I nodded.
“I must get a car somehow and
drive there as fast as I can. I can
hide the car near the high road
and go through the woods to the
farm. There’s not an instant to
lose—we're three days late.”
Together we studied the map.
I glanced at my watch.
“With average luck," said I, “I
ought to be there not later than
six.”
“And then,” said Helena quietly.
“My sweet, I don’t know. I’ve
got to find out something and to
act on what I find out. And now
for you. You mustn’t stay in the
cottage; you must spend the day in
the forest and keep out of sight.
And I’ll come back, my darling, as
soon as ever I can.”
Two minutes later I was treading
the path to Witchcraft.
• •••••
At half-past six that evening I
made the woods behind Plumage,
and five minutes later I was lying
just clear of their foliage, survey
ing the back of the farm. I must
go no closer until it was dark.
That Bugle and Rush were at
Plumage I had no doubt; leave the
woods, therefore, I dared not, while
it was day.
From where I now lay there was
nothing at all to observe, I there
fore re-entered the woods and cau
tiously moved round their fringe.
I was now not far from the lane
which led up to the farm, and for
one who was content to observe I
could not have been better placed.
So I picked a spot In the bushes
and settled down to observe.
It was forty minutes later that
Bugle came out of the house.
I think that he had been sleep
ing, for he yawned and stretched
and looked about him. Then he
took his seat on a bench by the
side of the door and a servant
brought out a tankard and set it
down by his side.
One thing, at least, was now
clear—if I would have news of my
cousin, I should have to do more
than observe. If I could find the
good wife and hear what she had
to tell. The danger, of course, was
that I should encounter some serv
ant. I could trust the farmer’s
wife, but If Pharaoh had given
them orders, I could not trust the
servants to disobey.
It was eight o’clock and the light
was beginning to fall when I heard
the sigh of the Rolls on the road
of approach.
A moment later the car swept
over the bridge, and Bugle laid
down his pipe and got to his feet.
I saw that Dewdrop was driving
and that Pharaoh sat by his side.
Pharaoh stayed hut two minutes.
For that time he spoke to Bugle,
who listened with evident interest |
to what he said. Then he nodded
to Dewdrop, who Instantly let in
his clutch. Bugle stood watching
till Pharaoh was out of sight, then
he turned on his heel and went
Into the house.
And that was all.
As I made my wTay back to the
foot-bridge, I tried my best to be
lieve that the v isit which I had just {
witnessed wn- Ph-irc •' »vpnlng
call. lie had !•< the
country for news of my lady and
me and was now returning to Yor
ick with empty hands. And yet . . .
Pharaoh's manner had been ur
gent He had not wasted a mo
ment and the Rolls had not carried
much dust. He might have been
setting out, and not coming In—
setting out on some sudden quest
I decided one thing out of hand.
That was to learn, if 1 could, what
Pharaoh had said.
If this was of any Importance,
Bugle was pretty sure to discuss it
with Rush, and if I could hear
them talking, as once before—
I heard the sound of a car. This
seemed to come from the farm. I
heard the engine started and as I
stood still, listening, I heard her
move off In low gear. Bugle or
Rush was withdrawing their car
from the coach-house and driving
her on to the apron, ready for use.
At this 1 swore under my breath,
for If Bugle and Rush were about
to go off on some errand, my ob
ject must be defeated and most of
my labor lost. I might be able to
speak with the farmer’s wife, but
that she would have news of my
cousin was none too sure.
I hastened on desperately. . . .
From the verge of the meadows I
regarded the back of the house.
The light, I have said, was fail
ing, but dusk would not come in for
another half hour. Two minutes
later I was flat against the trunk
of a lime that was standing 12
feet from the window of what had
been my bedroom four days before.
Now to enter the house was easy,
for all the windows were open and
none of the shutters were shut.
One of the lower windows be
longed to the primitive bathroom
which Geoffrey and I had used, and
since tills was sure to be empty at
this time of day, here was as safe
an entry as the faintest of hearts
could desire.
I whipped from the lime to the
window and swung myself over the
sill.
I made bold to open my door,
which gave to the hall.
As 1 did so another door was
opened — the door of the sitting
room.
“An’ shut the shutters,’’ growled
Rush. “Can you understand that?
Furmy, you fool."
The man-servant answered some
thing and closed the door. Then
Driving Her on the Apron Ready
for Use.
he set his tray on a table that
stood In the hall and stepped to and
opened the door Immediately oppo
site mine.
His intention was plain; he was
going to close the shutters of every
room.
In a flash I was at my window
and was pulling to its shutters and
shutting the twilight out.
I had no time to close the case
ment Itself. As the servant pushed
open my door, I took my stand be
hind it.
When he found the room dark, he
let out a grunt of surprise. For
an instant he hung on the thres
hold, then he turned back to the
passage and closed the door.
As his steps died away, I turned
the handle once more. . . .
It was half past eight now, and
the hall was dim.
I could hear no sound of talking,
but I knew that Hush was yet In
the sitting-room.
Then Bugle, pacing the apron,
strolled into and out of my view.
Rush was moving—I heard the
scrape of nls chair as he thrust it
back. An instant later he made his
way out of the house.
1 heard him say something to
Bugle and I saw him turn to the
right.
As neither reappeared or started
the car, it looked very much as
though they were sitting down on
the bench to the rigiit of the steps.
If 1 was right, then a man at the
sitting-room window would be
above and behind them and able, if
they were talking, to overhear ev
ery word. Fate that had used me
so rudely, played into my hands.
“Yes, I know that bit,” said Rush.
“I’ve ’eard it before. But If he’s
such a marvel, where’s Bobun
gone? Bonun was boun’ to be here
on Monday night. ’Cos why? ’Cos
Pharaoh’d wired him—’cos I’haraoh
desired 'is presence. Well, that’s
three days ago. an’ he ain't here
yet.”
I
“What’s Bohun matter?” said Bu
gle. “ 'Er grace the Duchess of
Sheba Is what we want.”
“Who said he mattered?” said
Rush. “I never said he mattered.
Wot I said was that Pharaoh
knows 'ow to slip up. ‘Oh, don’t
talk silly,’ you says. ‘Pharaoh’s
a genius, and geniuses don’t slip
up.’ ‘Alt right,’ I says. ‘Where's
Bohun?”’ In manifest dudgeon he
sucked at his cigarette.
“Now look 'ere, Rush,” said Bu
gle, crossing his legs. “ 'Ow many
you can mention could of done wot
Pharaoh’s done. Beg and beggage
Into that castle—the guest of the
Count. Me nn' you here In the
rooms wot the Willies 'ad. Nothin’
to do but wait.”
“Walt?” screeched Rush. “I’ve
waited long enough on this Job.
You can talk ns much as you like,
we ain’t no nearer now than when
we begun. Look at Dewdrop there,
callin’ him ‘Sir’ an’ ‘Capting’ an'
standln’ behind his chair."
“It’s nil in the game." said Bu
gle. “1 f—”
“Yes, I could play that game,"
said Rush. “It'd suit me down to
the socks. But who ever plays It
but him? When he asks me in on
this Job ne calls It 'a change of
air.’ ‘Soft as silk,’ was his words,
‘an’ I mayn't even need your 'elp
But you'd better be there,’ he says,
•in case there's a door wants op
enin’ before we’re through.’"
“You was took on as 1 was. an'
Just as glad of the Job. ‘I want
you,’ says Pharaoh—that’s all.”
“All?" yelped Rush. “Why—"
"All,” barked Bugle. "Before we
met him in Paris, he never spoke
of the job, an' then he spoke to us
all." As the other sought to pro
test, he let out a terrible oath.
“Why try an’ put It across me, yon
fool. Pharaoh don’t ask; he takes.
That was his way—always, an’ I've
known him longer than you. You
talk as if you was his equal; he
ain’t got no equal alive. We’re
in his employment, we are. An’ If
we play his game, lie’ll make us.
Sign on with 'ini, an’ you’ve got to
take wots cornin’ — that's all 1
meant.”
“Yes, an’ wot is coinin’?” said
Rush. “That’s wot I wants to know.
I Judge a man by results. Three
weeks tomorrow we've been here,
an’ wot’s your Napoleon done? I’ll
tell you.” Bugle groaned. “In the
firs’ place he’s been beat by a girl
an’ a groom. He knew they was
coinin’, nn’ he knew they was car
ryin’ gold; an’ they got away. An’
wot else has he done—that counts?
He's let us all in for murder—that’s
wot he's done. As long as young
Arthur walks, there's a rope round
each of our necks.”
“He won’t walk long,” said
Bugle.
“Says you,” Cried Bush. “Why
we don’t even know where he Is.
Nor the girl. Nor Bohun. But we
know where that groom Is all right
—an’ so do they.”
“You make me sick,” said Bugle.
“You know just as well as me our
luck’s been rank. Did you expec’
that we’d pick up a quarter ’f a
million by tukin’ a week-end trip?”
“In course I didn’t,” said Rush.
“Wot I says Is this. Up to date
Pharaoh's foiled. Dress It up ’ow
you like, he’s lost every game.”
For the next 20 minutes or so
they wrangled much as before.
At length Bugle got to his feet
and crossed to the car. I watched
him start the engine and switch
on his lights. Bugle drove the car
slowly forward, as though to go
down to the bridge. Then he
brought her to rest and got out,
leaving his engine running and both
of his headlights on.
As he sat down again below me,
I understood his action and saw
why the car was there.
The stone bridge was bathed In
brilliance. No one could possibly
cross It without being seen.
“Ten minutes more,” Rush an
nounced, “an’ I’m golu’ off. I’ve
'ad enough o’ late nights. When
I’ve nothin’ to do, I like to do It In
bed.”
I should keep your boots on,”
said Bugle. “He's cornin’ back."
There was a moment’s silence.
Then—
“What?” screamed Rush. “Cornin'
back?”
“That’s wot I said,” said Bugle.
“Wot for?”
With studied deliberation Bugle
lighted his pipe.
“Dewdrop'8 back,” he said.
“Where from?” said Rush. “I
didn’t know he was gone.”
"Of course you didn't,” said Bu
gle. “When Bohun never showed
up, you'd have dropped that line.
But that isn't Pharaoh. That wire
didn’t bring Bohun ’ere, hut it
fetched 'Im out of ills digs." He
paused to exhale luxuriously.
“Dewdrop’s back from Salzburg—
with a letter young Arthur’s
wrote.”
“Wot, not sa.vln’ where he is?”
“An’ the Duchess of Sheba,” said
Bugle. "Pharaoh’s gone off this
evenin’ to rope the two of them in.”
(TO HE CONTINUED)
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