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10 TT-m AtTOONA WRROR-SATtJRfcAY, NOVEMBER" 2, HE MAN FROM MOROCCO By EDGAR WALLACE. Copyright, I92S, by The riiAi'rrcii THK MAN IN THK NK.1HT. rilli House was In the innnoll •h comes In every house, big or •, when the fnmlly Is on the point caving lor a holiday. Lord Creith looking I'o.-Wiird to hi.s voyage the /.eat and enthusiasm of a ol boy. "oung people are not what they Chicago Dnily News Co. confessed as she grasped her cloak. "No, no, don't come, with me. I can (Hid my way bacli to the house. And plea. ( :c don'1 even eomc to the door.' She went out, closing the front door I'ehlnd l:er. To the left was a lighted window Kamngdon's bedroom. She crept nearer and could hear, nnd shud clered n.i she heard the wild sound that came forth. Then, wrapping her cloak about her, she stole down the path. me?" demanded Lord Creith, wrathfully. "Because It Is a detective's business to ask twice," said Julius at his gentlest, and his lordship apologized for his display of temper. "Here Is my daughter," he said. As Joan came Into the library, he shot a quid!, searching glance at her. The pale face and shadowed eyes might mean anything. Mr. Welling was one of the few people who knew the secret of the church In the forest and could forgive her emotion. "Hln lordship has told you that Kar- rlngdon has been killed?" he said. She inclined her head slowly. "You must have been very near the house when the shot was 11 red. Did you bear anything?" "Nothing." met," continued Binger, who 11 nothing better than to address an dlence that could not under any < cumstances protest or Interrupt h "and I'm a man of the world, Mo met. We know young gentlemen a bit eccentric, but this Is going yond a joke. Of course, Mr. Morlc is ft foreigner, so to speak, but he' Hanglo-Saxon, Mommet, and Hang Saxons, like you and me, don't dodging off to nowhere without tell nobody." That great Anglo-Saxon, Malm All, concealed a yarn politely a listened with stolid patience to n f (her exposition on the thoughtlessn of employers. When Mr. Binger h talked himself to a standstill Mahn said : "I iro way a bit. 1 " which was with school boy. ."Young people are not what tin u;ied to be," he said. "Now, when I your age, Joan, I'd have been ri$n.:ing round at the prospects of a leal holiday free Irotn bother. We shan't see Hamon for two months. That ought to be enough lo inaku you riiLci'lul." -"I'm bubbling over with cheer, daddy," she sard wearily, "only I'm r^tliu 1 tired." 'If the had sal-l she was exhausted, s>jc vou'.J have uccn nearer the truth, 'iliie everus of the day had taken tfl'cir toll, she realized, as she dragged htr.iclf to her room, undecided as to Whc.iier she should go to bed or try to Mud, in the pages of a book, the. (>u!u..iiu.j!< of mind that was so desirable. O.scilluUng bel 'ecu the two alternatives, she took the course which was profitable. She S'.ie tnoujj'hl of Jim and thi thought, haggard at t.iu cottage, and of Ilatnon a little. It was curious how he had receded Into the background. ..Her maid came to pack her clothes, but she sent her away. How was Farrlngdon, she wondered'.' Was that outburst of his part of his disease was he mad? She wished there was n-telephone nt the cottage, so Unit she cbuld ring up Mrs. Cornford and ask her. On the spur of the moment she went to her writing table and wrote a' note, but when her maid came in, 1$ answer to her ring, she had chang- fiii her mind. She would go down 'o the cottago herself and see the man, reason with him, If he was In a rea- She beard the click of the gate and stepped behind the big elm that grew before the house, not wishing ..o he seen. Was It the doctor? The nurse, she supposed. But it was a man's figure she saw dimly In the darkness. There was .something remarkable In his gtilt; he was moving stealthily noiselessly, us though he did not wish 1 is presence to be known. She could have reached out and touched him, he passed so close. Who was he, she wondered and waited In curiosity to discover Mrs. Cornford's visitor. But he did not knock at the door. Instead, he moved toward Ihe wlndou of the sick man's room. Then she heard him fumbling with the window- latch. It was a casement window and he pulled, It. opened. The window shade began flapping, and he lifted it with one hand, while the girl stood, frozen with horror. She could not move, she could not screa.m. She saw the glitter of the man's pistol, but her eyes were on the black, masked face. frame of mind. She linow just where she iitood. must 'Lord Creith saw her coming down the Blairs. "Going out?" he asked in consternation. "My dear old girl, you e.ui't go out tonight. It Is blowing great guns!" "I'm only going to walk as far as tjjn lodge gates, daddy," she said. bShe hated lying to him. • "I'll come with you." ?"No, no, pleasu don't. I want to be by my:ielf." ,• "Can't you take your maid?" lie insisted. "1 don't iiko your roaming around alone. By gad! I haven't )o.-- g'otten the fright you gave me on the night of the storm." But, with a reassuring smile, she went out through the big doors on to the terrace and lie stood uncertainly, h;alf Inclined to follow her. She followed the drive almost to I he lodge gates, then turned off by what was lihown as the wall path, that would b/'ng her within a few yards of the cottage. Half a gale was blowing and the trees creaked and groaned and the Mare branches rattled harshly above her. But she was for the moment ob- llvloua to the elements and lo any storm but that which raged In her own heart. •Mrs. Cornford had had a very tin. easy evening with her patient, and the doctor, hastily summoned now took ajgulsh of soul. graver view of the disorder. I did you? 'Jim!" she gasped feebly. At that moment the intruder fired twice. and Ferdinand Farringdon screamed and rolled over on to the floor, dead. CIIAI'TKK XI,IV. MURDER. She heard a, terrified cry In the house and her first Impulse was to run to Mrs. Cornford's help. But somebody else had heard the shot. There came the noise of running feet, a police whistle was blown nnd a man dashed through the gates and ran up the path as the door opened. "What was that?" he asked sharply. "I don't know," said Mrs. Cornford's agitated voice. "Something dreadful has happened. I think Mr. Farringdon has shot himself." The girl waited, trembling with terror. What should she do? If she said that she had been a witness of the shooting, she must also describe the as.'iallant. As the visitor disappeared through the door she crept to the garden gate and slipped out. There were flying footsteps on the road. They must not see her; the. presence of these strangers decided her. In another minute she was racing along the wall path. Her heel caught In a soft path and she all but fell. Before she realized what she was doing, she was running up the stairs of Creith House. Happily there was no one In the hull. Lord Creith who was in his room, heard the slam of her door and came along to ask a question about his collars. He found the door locked. "Have you gone to bed, my dear?" he called. "Yes, daddy," she gasped. The room was in darkness. She staggered to the bed and Hung herself upon it. "Jim, Jim!" she sobbed In her an"Why did you? Why '"You'll have to keep nurses here," he said. "I'm afraid this man is cer- tlable. I'll bring in Dr. Truman from Little Hcxham tomorrow to examine him." '"Do you mean ho Is Insane?" she naked In horror, ''"I am afraid so," said the doctor. ''.Those dipsomania cases generally end that way. Has he had a, shock?" "No, nothing that I know about. He was up this morning, walking in the garden and was quiet rational. Then this afternoon," she pointed to Jin, empty whisky bottle. "I found it in the garden. I don't know how ho got It, but probably he sent one of Inn villagers to the Red Lion." 'The doctor glared at the bottle. ."That Is the cause," he said. "I don't think our friend will drink again for a very long time. 1 would have him moved tonight, but I cannot get in touch with tho hospital authorities. Hark ut him!" . The patient was yelling at tho lop of his voice, but it was quite impossible to distinguish any consecutive sentence. •/Moan," occurred at Intervals. That Joan Is certainly on his nerves," said the doctor. ^'Have you any Idea who she Is?" VNone," said Mrs. Cornford. ; In her heart of hearts she harbored a faint suspicion, which she had dismissed us being' disloyal to the girl Who hud done so much Sup her. "It may be a hallucination, but the chances are that there Is a Joan some- whore In the world who could llx matters for him." As ho went out he saw a girl on the garden path. ."Is that you nurse?" he asked. / "No, doctor, It Is Joan Carston." •"Lady Joan!" ho gasped. "Whatever are you doing out tonight?" "I've come to »eu Mrs. Cornford," Hulcl Joan. "Well, well, you're a brave girl. 1 wouldn't turn out tonight for anything but dire necessity." '"How la your patient'.'" she asked. He shook hlH head. She did not answer him. Mrs. Cornford, hearing the voices, had hurried to the door and was as much Hur- |irl:<ed as the doctor, to seu who the visitor waa. "You must not see him," she said, • linking her head vigorously when Joan, In the privacy of the sitting room, told her why she had come. "But 1 must, to him." 1 must! 1 must talk I cr heart sank as the .sound of the came t > her. bad'.'" she asked in a She must have fallen asleep, for she came to consciousness to the insistent "Or see anybody?" .She shook her head. "Not in the garden or In the road?" persisted Welling. "Mrs. Cornford tells me that you had not loft the house a minute when the shot was llred." "1 heard nothing and saw nobody," she said, and he looked thoughtfully at I ho carpet. , "The wind would be blowing in the opposite direction," he mused, "so it is quite possible you did not hear the shot. Is there any place In the garden where u man could conceal himself?" "I don't know the garden well enough," she answered quickly. "Hm!" He scratched his nose with an air of irritation. "You don't knoW 4 this man Farringdon, of course?" he' said, and when she did not answer, he went on: "Perhaps it Is better that you didn't know him. It would save a lot of unnecessary pain to many people and your knowledge of him will not help the cause of justice." Walking down the dark drive, he tried to piece together the puzzle which this new outrage made. Who had shot Farringdon? Who had reason to shoot him? "Find the motive and you find the criminal," Is an old axiom of .police work. Who had a motive for destroying that useless life? Only one person in the world—Joan Carston. "Pshaw!" he said with a shrug. "Why not Lord Creith? His motive was certainly as obvious." He had come back to the village single-handed and had to depend upon the local constabulary, represented for the moment by a sergeant of police. Nothing had been found In the preliminary search and Welling decided to put into execution his original plan, which was to call on Jim Morlake. When he got to Wold House no light showed from any of the windows; the garden gate was wide open and that was unusual. Welling had found his way along the road by the aid of a torch and he was using this to guide him up the drive, when he saw what were evidently fresh wheel tracks. The garage stood at tho side of the house, and, acting on tho Impulse of the moment, he turned his steps toward this building. He came abreast of it and put the light on the garage. The doors were wide open and the little shed was empty. Welling knew that Jim had got his car back—where was it? Cleaver opened the door to him. "Do you want to see Mr. Morlake?" he said. "I'm afraid he's out." "How long has he been out?" asked Welling. I "He's been gone about an hour. I was rather surprised to see him go, because he'd already made arrangements for me to call him early in the morning—Binger has gone back to town." "Did he tell you he was going?" Cleaver shook his head. "No, sir; the first Intimation I had go and "What you're trying to say Is: 'I'm going hout," said Binger. "I wonder you don't try to learn the English language. I'm willing to give you an hour a day for heducational purposes." "I go now?" said Mahmet, and Binger, in his lordly way, gave him leave. Mahmet went to the little room where he slept, took off his white jellab and dressed himself in a readymade European suit, which turned him from something that was picturesque to a nondescript weed. He traveled on the top of a bus eastward, and did not descend until he had reached dockland. Up a side street was a small, dingy-looking establishment that had once been a bar, which had lost Its license owing to the misguided efforts of the proprietor, who augmented his income by conducting a betting business. It was now a home, in the sense that here strange colored folk stranded in London could buy indifferent coffee and could sleep In a cell a little bigger than an egg- box on payment of a sum which would sustain them in comfort in their own countries for a week. Mahmet went into the smoky room which as lounge and cardroom. Half a dozen dusky-skinned men were play- Ing cards, and near one of these Mahmet saw. a compatriot and, beckoning to him, they retired to an empty alcove at the far end of the room. "My good man has gone," said Mahmet without preliminary. "Will you write to your uncle in Casa Blanca and tell him to buy four mules, also that he send a message to the Shereef El Zey at Tctuan, telling him to be with the mules near the lighthouse at El Spartel on the twelfth day of this month. You have heard no more?" . His companion, a tall, loose-made Moor, his face disfigured by the ravages of smallpox, had Indeed much to tell. "There is trouble In the Angera country, and there Has been fighting. I think the sultan's soldiers will be defeated. Sadl Haliz is supposed to be with the Angera people, and it is true that they are making great prep- 'aratlons at his house in the hills. He ia sending serving women there. Now nlngr, She Walked Quickly back the way She htd come. She had only a few paces when somebody that la Strange, for Sad! has taken servants to this place." Mahmet interrupted him. "You're an old man," he said c6n- temptuously. "You have told me that story twice, and that is the way of old men." There were other items of gossip to be picked up, but Mahmet did not stop cither to hear the latest scandal about the dasha's favorite wife, or the peculations of the grand wazlr. He hurried back to the flat, made a bundle of his clothes, tying his complete wardrobe in a pillowcase. When Binger came the next morning there was no sign of Mahmct, and though the indignant valet made a complete Inventory of the contents of the flat he i doesn't usually rise till 9, but I think called her, atVd looking back, she saw Welling In a dingy yellow ulster and nondescript hat pulled down over his head. "You've been up 'all flight, loo, Capt. Welling?" she said. His chin was silvery with bristles, his boots thick with mud, and the hand he raised to lift his hat was Inexpressibly grimy. "I gather from that, young lady," he said, "that you've not had a great deal of sleep, and I don't blame you. The wind has been most disturbing. Is his lordship, up?" "I don't know, I expect so. Father discovered, to his annoyance, nothing was missing. that CHATTER XLVT. POINTED SHOES. A great change, had come over Joan Carston in the last few days. She was the first to be sensible of the difference and had wondered at herself. For now every remnant of the old Joan had been annihilated In the terrific shock of this supreme tragedy. She did not sleep that night, but sat at the window, her hands clasped on the broad sill, her eyes everlastingly turned in the direction of Wold House. If Jim's light would only appear! If she could .hear the sound of his voice in those dark and stormy hours of night 1 Her heart yearned toward him. How happy she had been! She had not realized her .blessings. Daylight found her pale and hollow- eyed, an ache in her heart, depressed by a sense of utter weariness and despair. With a start she realized that she was leaving Creith that day. She could not go away now; she must wait to be at hand in case Jim wanted her. She did not judge him, for that was beyond human judgment. Nor did she attempt to analyze the condition of mind which drove him to that terrible act. She could only set the facts of the deed baldly, with a numb sense of resignation to the inevitable. There came a knock at the door. She dragged her weary limbs across the floor to turn the key. It waa her maid with the morning coffee. "Put it down," she said. "You haven't slep in your bed, m'lady!" said the girl, aghast. "No; I shall have plenty of time to sleep on the yacht." she said. She drank the coffee gratefully and felt refreshed enough to go downstairs into the open. A sky gray with hurrying clouds was above her; the wind was keen and cold; pools of water stood In the little hollows of the drive. The dreary scene was in tune with her heart. Unconsciously she walked down the drive '1111111 she came to the lodge gates arid stood there, her hands holding the bars, looking through—at nothing. Then her eyea turned toward the cottage and ahe shuddered, and, turn- today he made some sort of arrangement with his valet to get up at the unnatural hour of 8." She smiled faintly. "You've had your share of trouble In this village, I think," said the detective, walking'at her side; but she did not make any rejoinder to that most obvious statement. Queer case, that—very queer! Have you ever noticed that Morlake wears broad-toed shoes, the American type?" "No, I haven't noticed anything about him," she said quickly, lest she should be an unwilling agent to his hurt. "Well, he does," never wears any said Welling. He other kind. I've been searching hia house—" "He is pone, then? The maid told me last night—he has gone-" "Vanished," said Welling. "There is no other word, he has vanished. That Is the worst of these clever fellows—when they disappear they do it thoroughly. An ordinary criminal would leave his visiting card on every mile-post." He waited, but she did not speak, till: "What is the significance of the broad-toed shoes?" she .plucked up courage to aak. "Well, it was a pointed toe that killed Farringdon." At his words she spun round. "You mean—you mean—that Jim Morlake did not kill him?" she asked, unsteadily. "You mean that, Capt. Welling? You are trying to trap me into saying something about him, are you? You wouldn't do that?" "I'm capable of doing even that," confessed Julius with a mournful shake of his head. "There is no depth of depravity to which I wouldn't sink, and that 18 the truth, Lady Joan. But on this particular occasion I'm being perfectly sincere. The feet under the window are the feet of a man who wears French boots with pointed toes. Also, the gun he used was of much heavier caliber than any Morlake owns. I know the whole Morlake armory and I'll swear he never owned the gun that threw those two bullets, Jim Morlake has three; the one he carries and two service Colts. You « (Continued on page 11.) knocking on her door, it was father's voice: "Are you asleep, Joan?" "Yes, daddy. Do you want me?" "Can you come down? Something dreadful has happened." Her heart sank. She knew what that "something dreadful" was. "Can I come In?" She opened the door. ' "Haven't you got a light?" he asked, a.nd was reaching for the switch, but she stopped him. "Don't put on the light, daddy; I've got a headache. What Is It, dear?" "Farringdon has met with an accident," said Lord Crclth, who lacked something in diplomacy. "In fact he's shot. Some people think that he shot himself, but Welling Is not of that opinion." "Is Mr. Welling here?" she asked, her heart sinking. Of a sudden she feared that shrewd old man. "Yes, he came bacli from town tonight. He is downstairs. He wanted lo see you." "He wants to see me, daddy?" slie said In consternation, , seized with 'p. momentary panic. "Yes, he tells me you had only left Mrs. Cornford's house, a fow minutes before tho shooting occurred." • Ho heard her little gasp In the dark. I was when I saw tho lights of Mr. Mor- ncl ' lake's car going through the gates. He went away In a great hurry, because he left his pipe and tobacco pouch behind and he doesn't usually do that. Not only that but he went by the window. I hadn't any idea ho was out of the house until I saw the machine." The French window In the study was still unfastened. Pushing open the door, Welling looked carefully on the floor. "So he went In a hurry did he?" said' Welling softly. "Went half an hour ago? Will you leave me, Mr. Cleaver? 1 want to use the telephone." His first call was to Hdrsham police headquarters. "Hold a two-seater car, painted black. The driver's name is Morlake. 1 want you to hold him—not arrest him, you understand, but hold him." "What Is the charge, Captain Welling?" "Murder," said Welling laconically. CHAPTER XLV. WANTED. Jim Morlake had disappeared. He had been seen neither at his flat nor at the restaurant he affected, when he was in London. His car had been found outside the door of the garage where It was usually kept when In London. It was covered with mud, "Oh, Is that, why?" she sudl, softly. "1 will come down." Welling had returned to Creith that night and had had time to take his Imgguge to the lied Lion. Ho was, In fact, on his way to Wold House, when he had heard tho shot and the scream. The Red Lion was less than fifty yards from the gardener's cottage and the wind had been blowing in his direction. "There Is no doubt about It being murder," he explained to Lord Creith. "The window was open and no weapon has been found. Thn only clew I have H M "g"K"g n K n i£ n &";£«ifi'»;£«&«K«;fi«js«K <v K«K«K ft K < •••*-"".»*'itttt'ttw&ittttiXttV.i,&,,&,tt<fa n 1 gig M M Western Electric Sound Equipment TODAY AND SHOWING NEXT WEEK Home Of Perfect Tone and Projection M v*i£ Is footprints on the garden bed outside." "Was he dead when you found him?" "Quite dead," replied Welling. "Shot through the heart. Two shots were i knowledge of Kngllsh was slight, his uceession that It understanding of Uinger's English for the night had been wet, and showed evldencu of hard driving, but there was no note or any word of. instruction as to its disposal. Binger had not seen him, and Mahmet the Moor presented a stolid unintelligent face to the questioners who came to him and disclaimed all knowledge of his master. The afternoon newspapers printed prominently a request to James Morlalte to report himself to the nearest police station, but this' produced no result. "Always in trouble, always In trouble!" groaned Binger. "1 can't understand why Mr. Morlake don't take helcmentary precautions." Mahmet did • not answer. If his ravlvv; voice "1', he ao whl:"/er. "ITe Is very bad," suid the puzzled Wr.j. Cornrora. "You can't understand why 1 want ti> tn.'k to him, can you?" said Joan, smiling faintly. "I see that you can't! i Perhaps one day 1 will tell you." i _'She wanted awhile, listening with lt£iit brows at the animal sounds thai r.ume from the other room. '"He'll not be quiet all night," suid Mrs. Cornford. "The nurses are emu mg at any moment now; the riiu-loi Im.s went for them." "Aj'en't. you afraid?" asked Joan \yonderingly. Mrs. Cornford shook her head. • "No, I—I once had a case almost ii.-< had," she said and Joan did not usK her any more. Her journey had been a folly and this end to it wus a-lilting finish. ' "It was silly of me to come." she llred in such rapid sue sounded to me like one, which means that an automatic pistol was used. 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