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14 MADLAUGHTER * *Â·Â·Â· Â·Â»... . " - ! r M M * Â» a o o * T M H - - w r i i W Â» T . i Â» Â» , , A THRILLING MYSTERY STORY V^y MJLES BURTON - CHAPTER S3 Dick returned to. his Yooms, bis mind fi^Hy occupied with this new development. He felt .convinced that his explanation had been correct, *and tnat advantage Had been taken of the the ft at, the rubies to afford him yet another warning And, he reflected, a particularly unpleasant one. It was perfectly plain, that, had he not been a personal friend of .the Assistant Commissioner, he would have been arrested that morning. In view of the evidence 'which; would have -been produced by the police, he would have found it almost impossible to establish his innocence. ;He could produce no alibi, and his theory of the substituted door-knobs would have sounded much too far-fetched to bo believed. But what puzzled him most .was why .he had been favored with these warnings; The Funny Toff had unr doubtcdly learned that he had had the effrontery to try.to.pick up his trail. This, surely, was as serious a crime in his eyes as had been committed by Brooks or Herridge. Tet they had been murdered without the formality of any warning.'It was not, as Dick'realized with a' thrill of apprehension,' that the Funny Toff or his agents had lacked opportunity. They knew of his-jour- pey to the Mendips, as the telegram had proved. ,.What could have been easier than to have murdered him on ,those desolate moors. Especially as she believed that they had been the scene of Brooks murde^! The only possible reason was that he .was not considered sufficiently dangerous to justify the risk incurred in killing him. It was not altogether a -complimentary thot, but Dick,;;'upon reflection, decided that-advantage might; be'taken pf it r He .would leave 'London arid' bury himself in .the country at Lestridge Hall, thus, creating the impression that, he abandoned,; the pursuit. But he-could'still Tise his brains, and communicate any : theories which he might evolve to Sir Edric. . ' ; . ' Â· ' ' ' Â· .This woujd^certainjy be the safest plan. Dick was no coward, and would have enjoyed nothing better thai to continue his struggle with the Funny.; Toff. .But there were others beside himself to be thot of. The next move-.on the 'part of his adversary might well be' to strike at him thru those he loved.-His connection with 'Alison was already known, since , they , had used', her name a'sLa ; bait to recall: him. :At Lestridge Hail he would not only, as Sir Edric' had put it; be out of mischief, but he would'be. enabled, in some degree at-least^to watch over Alison's safety. He would go "down ,next day, as he had promised her. Haying reached this-conclusion, he rose and strolled across the room to the window. Walking up and down the opposite pavement wa's a- powerful-looking man, 'attired In a blue overcoat and a bowler hat, who appeared, to be engaged in counting paving stones. v 'Â·' Â· ' "Pollard 1 s; firs t move!" muttered Dick. "I wonder if it would be etiquette to ask that fellow in aid offer him a drink?!' Â· ,' : . Â· Â· . " ' -. '.. : . :. : *'Â·. '*.- Â·'''*'- . Â·'Â·',' Dick^was fascinated at first sight "by Lestridge SOI, ,It was a square house of the Georgian period, standing in the midst.,of lawns over - which stately trees presided. Beyond the lawns aid separated from them by sunken fences, stretched a small park, iniwhich a herd of black smd white Friesians grazed. Seen in the last rays of the westering sun which ' shone upon the. windciws Â·lighting them up with'crimson, as tho they blazed with internal fire Lestridge Hall 1 was a pleasant am restful place. Â· Â· ' , , Â· Â· Â· Â· Â·Â·. Â·Â· Â·Â· , : :'Â·'Â· So it seemed to Diclt, r as he am Alison drove up togettier from'th station. He-found it impossible fc. imagine even the existence of crime or a criminal such as the Funny Toff had proven himself to, be. Hi experiences of the last few week now seemed like, a series of hideous nightmares, to be lost and forgotten under the influence of a peaceful day. ' "Do you think you'll be able to find enough to amuse you here, Dick ?" asked Alison suddenly. ' "It's very different from London, you know. We don't see many people! Father, hates having people in the house, he say it disturbs him. And as he refuses to go out himself unless he's literally forced to, our sopl- ety is rather limited. Still, there's some pretfy decent huntmt/and old William declares that the poachers have left us a pheasant or two." "I shan't have any difii?ulty lu amusing myself," replied Dick with a smile. "For one thing, I shall see something of you, which I never coukl in London without a crowd of people hanging round. But, I say, ire you sure that your father won't : ind -me an infernal nuisance? I'll do my best to keep but of hla way, b u t still-- " . Â· ; Â· . ; ' ' v "Oh, you needn't worry!"' '';Â«*Â· claimed Alison. "It was Father hltiii self who suggested- your coming down. He doesn't mind -haying people if he's not expected to entertain iem, and, in your case he 1 seems to mve made up his. mind : that that'i my job. Besides, he likes you' and T think, in' his' funny old way.v h? wants to make iriefcds. I:kno^ thtjt in a bewildered Â·;' sort 'of way t ,he magiides that r , once we're: married rou'll carry 'me off and he'll never ee me again; 'He's got curibus olfi- ashioned' ideas ,atiqut some things. Wen, here we a*e." ^ . Â· .-' ; Â· They entered a fine old :b.allj front which a fine oak staircase led up to a surrounding gallery. ;Â· Tea wasval- eady laid befoi'e a biasing wood fife, nd at the sound of ttfelr arrival Dr. Veatherlelgh appeared thru a, Mt- ;atned ;-:door.. 'He Welcomed DlcSc rarmly, . and showed himself a , aur- irisingly affable; ,_; and considerate lost. Dick had 'somehow, fancied hat, in hia own house, the antiquary would have been 'Wrapped up in bis lobby, to the exclusion of everV- Jiing else. But, as it happened, it was only towards the end of tea hat the hobby was even mentioned. "Alison tells 'me. that you have been down in Somersetshire since eve last met, 'Dick," remarked Dr. Veatherleigh. "It'isjnot a part;of iMgland I know very well,, iny own deference is for the eastern coun- Jes, v perhaps because I was born and rave.-always fived; in them. Where- bouts in SomersetshSre 'did you tay.?Vv''- I . " . ' . Â· . , , -' V . ; ' . Â· Â· , ' '; '-In the heart of 'the i Mendips," re- iled Dick; ."I had intended to put in i couple of days' with" the hounds-- rather enjoy a stone-wall country 'or a ;change-r-but I was recalled sooner than I' ; expected.'.'; . , Â·"The MendipB?-Inde'edr' exclaimed Dr. Weatherlelgti 'with, considerable n terest. Â· """That !a ' on ft"6f ''the ' ' tracts which I. have always promised nly- selt.to explore, some day. From the antiquarian pbiiit of view, the -Meli- dips are of the greatest interest. The caves in that locality have yielded abundant traces of palaeolithic man, md, as you are possibly aware, lead las been worked tnere from the earliest times. Why .somej'ears ago, a pig of lead-was loundliear Char- ter-house-on-Mendlp, bearing an in^ scrip]tion^)f the first century A. D,IV ": Alison hastened to interrupt what threatened to develop into a lecture on early inscriptions. ''By 'the way. Dick, did' 'you ever find anything about that telegram you rang me up about tHe other night?" she ,asked 'Â· For. an instant Dick; hesitated. H had never mentioned to AUson .the existence of 'the Funny : ' Toff arid he had' no intention of- dding so now, Alison, miisunderstanding his hcsl- tatipn, la.ugh.ed merrily, "it's all rigtit.'l she assured him. "Father and I havie no secrets from one another. At least, I haven't from him He may from me',- I've never priec into his lurid past. I told him aboul the telegram." ; , "It seems rather an extraordinary thing," remarked Dr. Weatherleigh (Tarn to Ifl, Column "T). 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