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February 16, 1931

The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 11

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FEBRUARY 16 1931 MASON Cl'.'Y GLOBE-GAZETTE 11 ATHRILLING MYSTERY STORY + by MILES BURTON McGINttS READ THIS FIRST: On a night of London fog Thomas Heri-idgc, export cracksman, stole tiie famous Hardway diamonds-and yet when he was discovered hv the iiolice, they were not in his possession. Inspctor IVrooks ol Scotland Yard is put on the euse and a f t - er questioning Dick I'cnlKiinnton, Lord Hardway's brother-in-law, in tho office of the assistant police commissioner, Sir Kclric C'omvay, the detective hiding in a hangout known us the Margate Jetty overhears a conversation that a person designated, as The Funny Toll might Know quite a bit about the robbery. Lnler ;· Inn^ parking- castt is tlroppsd from a (ruck. The packing; casts is marked "jiersounl" and Is i:ildi'L'Ssc.'d to Sir Kilrli!. It is taken to Scolliui:) Yard. Opening the ease the dead body o£ Inspector Brooks is found. Dick renhampton is summoned to tho-assistant commissioner's office and is told that Brooks was suffocated by Ras. The last person to talk to Brooks hud been one of his colleagues, Inspector I'ollard. Dick determines to cheek up on some clews and tells his sweetheart, Alison Wcathcrieigh, to keep his departure secret. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER. 11 Dick Peuhampton had fully made up his mind, and, as was his "nature, his decision had been made almost insliintaneously. Inspector Brooks . had been murdered, as was pretty obvious, by a very unusual type of criminal. Now Dick had a very genuine admiration for the efficiency of Wia Edric and the Force which he controlled. But be could not resist the impression that Scotland Yard was organized for war against the ordinary criminal type, and that a minci rather different from that of the trained detective-would be required, if the iruirderer was to be brot to book. This mind he might or might not posters. But· in any case, he was resolved to put it to the test. There was yet another consideration which influenced him. The ordinary (Elective was handicapped by the fact that he "would almost cer- tairJy be known to the men thru whom Ibis master-criminal worked, men of the type of Pussy Herridge. Die!;, himself, tho a prominent and wcil-::;owu figure within the narrow limits of Mayfair, was pretty sure to escape recognition in any other port of London. Disguise he .set aside as impracticable and certain to lead to suspicion. He did not feel equal to assuming- a disguise thai, would not betray itself as sucu nt cla-e (;tiarters. And close quarters wera exactly what he had cleter- mi-tcl to seek. Afier parting from Alison, he re; U'-nod to his rooms, and looked carefully thru his extensive wardrobe. This done to his satisfaction, he iw.iTM for his man, Jerry Gould, who had served with him thru tht V.TU- ;":! was almost more u trusted 'fi'L-u! ihan a servant. '·.·,;;·'.: here, Jerry, is there any pa' :. ·; Uiis town you don't know?" ,· scratched his head. "Well, as 1'.^ -'.·'' 1 you, sir, I was born and bi: '::. Yiskney," he replied. "There's not : i!!.?b of London north oi: tho rive:' as I don't know my way about in fairly well." "Ah, but south of the river?" inquired Dick, pulling a map of London out o£ a drawer and spreadin it on the desk before him. "Take Wniworth, now. Do you know anybody who lives in that direction?" "Can't sv;r as bow I do, sir," rc- piied Jerry, with puzzled expression. "Ear having a drink or two at the Elephant I don't know as I've ever been there." "Then it's pretty certain that yov won't be rczognir.cd there. I certainly shan't, for I've never been nearer to it than London Bridge station. Now, look here, .Icrry. I've got something on, ami you've ROI to do what I t.ell you without. as!:inf questions. I wnnt you to go to Wahvorth now and take a couple of rooms in some back street. You arc a respectable man with a small peusiou and you want somewhere you can be comfortable. I don't care what yarri you spin, p.s lo!£ as you don't mention your name or mine. Take a few things of your own with you, but"-nothing that could give any clew to who you ftr: or where' you came from. Kere'j some money. Off you .g-o and come back here as soon as you've arranged it." Jerry, with an ill-suppressed grin, departed on his errand and Dick employed the time until his return in writing a series of notes to his sister ant! other of bis familiars, explaining that -he had h22n called out of town at short notice and expected to be away for some days.. i-Ie then dressed himself in an old suit and selected a pair of shoes vhich he had discarded and which | showed considerable signs of wear. I -lis pockets were empty, except for ·some small change. Thus equipped, he waited for Jerry's return. It was nearly six o'clock when that discreet individual entered the room with a tri- jmphant expression. 'Well, did you have any luck?" asked Dick. 'I think I've found what you vanted, sir," replied Jerry. "But I lad to look around a bit. I've got a couple of rooms, back kitchen and bedroom above, at 32 Mellin Street, list off the Walworth Road, sir. Selonjjs to a painter, whose wife does a bit of charing. Man's out of work and they was glad to get hold f a lodger. Decent people, by what I could see of them, sir." "Capital!" exclaimed Dick. "You ought to find it a pretty comfortable billet. Now listen. From this noment I am Captain Blackwood. You knew me in the old days in the irmy, when I brot you back wounded out of No-man's land. I was cashiered after the war, because I couldn't pay my mess-bill. Bit of a bad hat all round, in fact. All the same, tho you've never seen me since I saved your life, you are grateful. Understand, Jerry?" "Yes, sir, I understand," replied Jerry. "Right. If we happen to meet in Walworth, you'll know how to be-' have. NXjw then, out n'ong and dip yourself in at Mellin Street. You'd better find the nearest pub and have a drink or two there, but be back home by 10 o'clock. It won't hurt if you yarn a bit in the pub, as long as you don't tell the truth by mistake. By the way, what's your name to be?" "Sid Evans, sir," replied .Terry gravely. "My mother was an Kvans before she married my father." "Very well, Evans off you go. Don't forget what I've told you, and don't give the game away." "I'll see to that, sir," replied the newly,, christened Sid Evans. He turned to leave the room, but paused on reaching the door. "Beg your pardon, sir. but are we going to do a bit of campaigning?" he asked. "We are going to do a bit of campaigning," replied Dick gravely. Half "an hour after his servant's departure, Dick summoned a taxi and drove to Cannon Street station. From here be took a train- to Stepney, where he alighted. 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