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The Evil
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By
E. PHILUPS OPPENHEIM
-YOU ARE A DEAR"
SYNOPSIS. — Francis Led «am
I . defend« Oliver Hlldltch. a busl
! neaa man. In a murder case and
I aucceeds In getting him oft, only
I to be told by his wife that Hll
I ditch I« an arch-crlmlnal. Led
I urn, dining with hla beat frl«nd.
Andrew Wllmore, meet« Hlldltch
and hla wife and 1 « Invited to
[I dine with them at their home. At
I dinner with the HlldUohea, Oliver
I shows Ledsam how he killed his
if victim and says hla own death
I the same way would make hla
I wife supremely happy. Return
! lng home, Ledsam receive» a
I phone call from Margaret Hll
I ditch saying Oliver has been mur
I dered. Ledaam gets the coroner
I to set Oliver's death down aa sui
cide. He admit» to Wllmore that
he has developed a keen Interest
in Margaret He meets her fa
ther, Sir Timothy Brast, the evil
shepherd, who tells him a crime
will be committed before they
leave the cafe. A murder Is com
mitted. Ledsam determines to
solve the mystery. He meets
Margaret. She refuses him per
mission to call and warns him to
have nothing to do with her fa
ther. Ledsam solves the murder
mystery and Is congratulated by
Sir Timothy. Ledsam again
meets Margaret and asks to have
"his chance." Wllmore'* younger
brother mysteriously disappears
from Ledsam* office. Ledsam
dines with Sir Timothy and Mar
garet at their place on the
Thames. Ledsam declares hla
love to Margaret, who does not
encourage him and disappears.
Bhopland tells Francis that he
can find nothing alarming about
young .Wilmore'»
Francis runs into Margaret and
she yields and becomes engaged
to him.
CHAPTER XIII
— 10 —
Sir Timothy laid his hat upon Ihe
sideboard and slowly removed tils
gloves
"I trust," he said, "that this pint
' bottle does not represent your cellar.
I wilt drink a glass of wine with you,
and with your permission make myself
■ pate sandwich. I was Just sitting
down to luncheon when I received the
Information which brought me here."
Francis produced another bottle of
wine from the sideboard and filled his
visitor's glass.
w You will drink, I hope, to our hap
piness," he said.
"I shall do nothing of the sort,"
Sir Timothy declared, helping himself
with care to the pute, "f have no su
perstitions about breaking bread with
an enemy, or 1 should not have asked
you to visit me at the Sanctuary, Mr.
i -Ledsiam. I object to your marriage
With my daughter, and I shall take
what steps I can to prevent It"
"Why?"
Sir Timothy did not at on« reply.
Re seemed to be enjoying hia sand
wich; he also appreciated the flavor
of his wine.
"Your question," he said, "strikes
me as being a little ingenuous. You
w e a t t he p re sen t
me of crimes beyond number. You en
courage Scotland Yard defectives to
make asses of themselves In my
stream. Y'our myrmidons scramble
onto Ihe top of my walls and try to
bribe my servants to disclose the mys
terles of my household. You have ac
cepted to the fullest extent my volun
teered statement that I am a patron
•f crime. You are. In short—forgive
me If I help myself to a little more of
this pate—engaged In a strenuous at
tempt to bring me to Justice."
"None of these things affects your
iaughter," Francis pointed out.
"Pardon me," Sir Timothy objected.
"You are a great and shining light of
the English law. People speak of you
•s a future chancellor. How can you
contemplate an alliance with the wid
ow of one criminal and the daughter
et another?"
"As to Margaret Cliver 1111 -
tHtch's widow," Francis replied,
were responsible for that, and no one
elae. He was your protege; you gave
your consent to the marriage. As to
your being her father, that again Is
■ot Margaret's fault. I should marry
her If Oliver Hlldltch had been three
times the villain he was, and If you
wqre the devil himself."
"I am getting quite to like you, Mr.
Ledsam," Sir Timothy declared, help
ing himself to another piece of toast
and commencing to butter It. "M ar
garet, what have you to say about all
'
you
"I have nothing to *ay," she an
swered. ''Francis Is speaking for me.
J never dreamed that after what I have
gone through I should be able to care
for any one again In this world. I do
care, and I am very happy about It.
All last night I lay awake, making up
asy mind to ran away, and this morn
ing I actually booked my passage to
Buenos Aires. Then we met—just out
ride the steamship office—and I knew
•t once that I was making a mistake.
4 shall marry Francis exactly when he
wants me to."
Sir Timothy passed hla glass towards
i Me proppeed son-in-law _ ... _ _
"Might one suggest," he began—
"thank you very much. This, is of
course, very upsetting to me. I seem
to be set completely at defiance.' It is
a very excellent wine, Oita, and a won
derful vintage"
. Francis bant over Margaret.
"flcaae finish your lunch, dear," he
"ft is perhaps Just as well
that your father came. W« shall know
„
we aee.'
Mum so," Sir Timothy agreed.
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There was a queer constrained si
len« for several moments. Then Sir
Tlmothy leaned hack In his chair and,
with a word of apology, lit a cigarette.
'Xet us," he said, "consider the situ
ation. Margaret Is my daughter. You
wish to marry her. Margaret Is of age
and has been married before. She Is
at liberty, therefore, to make her own
Choice. Von agree with me so far?"
"Entirely," Francia assented.
"If happens," Sir Timothy went on,
"thnt I disapprove of her choice. She
deslres to marry n young man who be
longs to a profession which I detest.
and whose efforts In life are directed
towards the extermination of a class
for whom I have every sympathy. To
me he represents the smug as against
the human, the artificially moral ns
against the freethinker. He Is also
my personal enemy. I am therefore
naturally desirous that my daughter
should not marry this young man."
"We will let It go at that," Francis
commented, "but I should like to point
out to you that the antagonism be
tween us Is in no way personal. You
have declared yourself for forces with
which I am at enmity, like any other
'decent-living citizen. Your declaration
might at any time be amended."
Sir Timothy bowed.
_"The situation Is stated-** he »aid. *T ■
will jisk you this question as a matter
of form. Do you recognize rny right to
forbid you r manig# with my daughter,
Mr Ledsam?"
"1 most certainly do not," was the
forcible reply.
"Have I any rights at all?" Sir Tim
othy asked. "Margaret has lived under
my roof whenever It has suited her
do so. Since she has taken up her
residence at Curzon street she has
been her own mistress, her banking
account has known no limit whatso
ever. I may be u person of evil dispo
sition, hut I have shown no unklndness
to her."
"It Is quite true," Margaret admit
ted, turning a little pule. "Since I have
been alone, you have been kindness it
self."
"Then let me repeat my question,"
Sir Timothy went on, "have I the right
to any consideration at all?"
"Yes," Francis replied. "Short of
keeping us apart, you have the ordi
nary rights of a parent."
"Then 1 ask you to delay the
nouncement of your engagement, or
taking any further steps concerning It,
for fourteen days." Sir Timothy said.
"I place no restrictions on your move
ments during that time. Such hospital
ity ns you, Mr. Ledsam, care to accept
at my hands, Is at your disposal. I arn
| bohemian enough. Indeed, to find noth
an
Ing to complain of in such little cele
brations as you are at present Indulging
In—most excellent pate, that. But I
request that no announcement of your
engagement be made, or any further
a rrangements made conc e rning I t.- ft
fourteen days."
"I am quite willing, father," Marga
ret acquiesced.
.''And I, air," Francis echoed.
"In which case," Sir Timothy con
cluded. rising to his feet, lighting a
cigarette and taking up his hat and
gloves, "I shall go peaceably away.
You will admit, I trust," he added, with
that peculiar smile at the corner of hla
Ups, "that I have not In any way tried
to come the heavy father? I can even
command a certain amount of respect,
Margaret, for a young man who Is able
to Inaugurate his engagement by an Im
promptu meal of sucK perfection! 1
wish you both good morning. Any In
vitation which Margaret extends, Led
sam, please consider as confirmed by
me."
He closed the door softly. They
heard his footsteps descending the
stairs. Francis leaned once more over
Margaret. She seemed still dazed, con
fused with new thoughts,
sponded, however, readily to his touch,
yielded to his caress with an almost
pathetic eagerness.
"Francis," she murmured, as his
arms closed around her, "I want to for
get."
She re
There followed a brief period of
time, the most wonderful of his life,
the happiest of hers. They took ad
vantage of Sir Timothy's absolute li
cense, and spent long days at the
Sanctuary, ideal lovers' days, with
their punt moored at night amongst
the lilies, where her kisses seemed to
come to him with an aroma and won
der born on the spot. Then there came
a morning when he found a cloud on
her face. She was looking at the
great wall, and away at the minaret
beyond. They had heard from the
butler that Sir Timothy had spent the
night at the villa, and that prepara
tions were on hand for another of his
wonderful parties. Francis, who was
swift to read her thoughts, led her
away Into the rose garden where ou«
she had failed him.
"You have been looking over the
wall, Margaret," he said reproach
fully.. --- ---— ss.'
She looked at him with a little
twitch at the cornera Of her Kpa.
"Francia, dear," the confessed, "1
am afraid you are right I «snot
even look toward» The Walled House
without wondering why It was built—
or catch a glimpse of that doraj with
out stupid guesses ss to what may go
on underneath."
"I think very likely," he said sooth
hare both exaggerated the
seriousness of your father's bobbles.
We know that he has a wonderful
gymnasium there, but the only defl
nite rumor 1 have ever heard about
the place Is that men fight there who
have a grudge against one another,
and that they are not too particular
about the weight of the gloves. Thai
doesn't appeal to us, you know, Mar
garet, hut It Isn't criminal."
If that were all !" she murmured.
I dare say It Is." he declared. "Lon
don, as you know. Is a hot-bed of gos
sip. Everything that goes on Is rldlc
ulously exaggerated, and I think that
It rather appeals to your father's
cu
rious sense of humor to pose as ihe
law-breaker."
She pressed his arm a little. The
(?ay was overcast, a slight rain was
beginning to fall.
"Francis," she whispered, "we had
a perfect day here yesterday,
the sun has gone and I am shivery."
He understood in a moment.
"We'll lunch at Hanelagh," he aug
It Is almost on the way up.
Then we can aee what the weather Is
like. If It Is bad, we can dine in town
tonight and do a theater."
Now
gosted.
"You are a dear," she told him fer
vently. "1 am going In to get ready."
Francis went round to the
garage
for his car, and brought It to the front.
While he wag sitting there. Sir Tim
othy came through the door in the
wall.
He was smoking a cigar and he
wits holding an umbrella to protect
his white flannel suit. He was as
usual wonderfully g/oomed and turned
ed.
out, hut he walked as though he were
tired, and his smile, as he greeted
Francis, lacked a little of Its usual
lighthearted mockery.
In the distance they could hear the
sound of hammering on the other side
of the wall. Francis moved his head
In tlmt'dlrectlon,
''I hear that they are preparing for
another of your wonderful entertain
ments over there," lie remarked.
"On Thursday," Sir Timothy assenf
I shall have something to say to
you about It later on.
"Am I fo take It that I am likely to
receive an Invitation?" Francis asked.
"I shopld think it possible," was the
calm reply.
"What about Margaret?
"My entertainment would not appeal
to her," Sir Timothy declared. "The
women whom I have been In the huhlf
of asking are not women of Margaret's
type."
"And Lady Cynthia?"
Sir Timothy frowned slightly.
"I find myself tn some difficulty
regards Lady Cynthia," he admitted.
"I am the guardian of nobody's mor
als, nor ara I the censor of their tastes,
but my entertainments are for men.
The women whom I have hitherto
asked hove been women in whom I
have taken no personal Interest. They
to forui a 'picturesque
background for my rooms, in the samel
way that I look to the gardeners to
supply the floral decorations.
Cynthtn's Instincts, however,
somewhat adventurous.
scarcely be content to remain a deco- (
ration.
as
Lady
are
She would
"The Issuing of yonr Invitations,"
Francis remarked, "Is of course
matter which concerns nobody else
except yourself. If you do decide to
favor me with one. I shall be delight
ed to come, provided Margaret has no
objection "
"Such a reservation promises well
for the future." Sir Tlmothv observed.
with gentle sarcasm. "Here come
Margaret, looking very well, I am
glad to see "
a
Margaret came forward to greet her
father before stepping Into the
They exchanged only a few sentences.
But Francis, whoae tigerest 11"theirF
relations was almost abnormally
keen, fancied that he - could - detect
signs of some change In their de
meanor towards one another. The
cold propriety of deportment which
had characterized her former attitude
towards her father, seemed to have
given place to something more uncer
tain» to something less formal, some
thing wjilch left room even for |
measure of cordiality. She looked at
him differently. It was as though
some evil thought which lived In her
heart concerning him had perished.
"You are busy over there, father?"
she asked.
cur.
a
are (
"In a way," he replied. "We
preparing for some festivities on |
Thursday."
Her face fell.
"Another party?"
"One more." he replied. "Perhaps
the last for the present, at any rate."
She waited as though expecting him
to explain. He changed the subject,
however.
"By-the-bye.
**I think you are wise to run up to
town this morning." he said, glancing
up at the gray akfes.
If you dine at Curzon street tonight,
do ask Hedges u> serve you some o t
the "99 Cllquot.
A marvelous wine,
as you doubtless know, Ledsam, but
It abould be drunk. Au revoir!"
Francis, after a pleasant lunch «t
Ranelagh. and having arranged with
Margaret to dine with her In Ourson
street, spent an hour or two that aft
ernoon si his chambers.
leaving. Just before five, he came face
to fa« with Shopland descending
from a taxi
"Are yon busy. Mr. Ledaam?" the
As he was
...
lutter Inquired. "Can yp U sp ùré
half an hour 7"
"An hour, If you like," Francis as
sented.
Shopland gave the driver an ad
dress and the two men seated them
selves in the taxicab.
"Any news?" Francia asked curt
onsiy,
"Not yet,
was the cautious reply.
"It will not be long, however."
"Before you discover Reggie Wll
more?"
The detective smiled In a superior
way.
"I am no longer particularly Inter
ested In Mr. Reginald Wllmore." he
declared.
elusion that his disappearance Is not
a serious affair."
"I have come to the con
"It's serious enough for bis rela
Ilves," Francis objected.
"Not If they understood the situa
tion." the detective rejoined. "Assure
them from me that nothing of
quence has happened to that young
ninn. I have made Inquiries at the
gymnasium in Holborn. and In other
directions. I am convinced that his
absence from home is voluntary, and
that there is no cause for alarm
to his welfare."
"Then the sooner yon make your
way down to Kensington and tell hfs
mother so. the better," Francis said,
a little severely. "Don't forget that
I put you onto this."
"Quite right, sir," the detective ac
quiesced, "and f am grateful to you.
Tb« feet of If lx that tn m a kin g my
preliminary Investigations with re
gard to the disappearance of Mr. Wll
I
oinsp
as
upon
thing. Before many weeks are past,
hope to be able to unearth one
the greatest scandals of modern
times."
I "The devil !" Francis muttered,
He looked thoughtfully, almost- anx
lously at his companion.
face reflected to the full his usual
| confidence. He had the air of a man
j buoyant with hope and with stifled
Shopland's
self-satisfaction.
■I
am engaged," be continued,
| ''upon a study of the methods and
I Xreat criminal. I Think that when
Pince my prisoner in the bar, Waln
( ,vr| R ht and these other great artists
in crime will fade from the memory."
"Is Sir Timothy Brast your man?"
habits—of one who I believe to be
I Frund8 asked quietly,
Hls companion frowned porten
1 tously,
"No names." he begged.
"Considering that It was I who first
put you on to him," Francis expos
tulated, "I don't think you need be so
sparing of your confidence."
"Mr. Ledsam." the detective assured
hlm, "I shall tell you everything that
J I* possible. At the same time, I will
I when you say that It was you who
Arat directed my attention towards
j Sir Timothy Brast. Since that time.
to an onlooker, have become a ll|Ue
| pu**llng."
( cfl ting fashion,
be frank with you.
You are right
your own relations with him.
"I sec." Francis murmured. "You've
been spying on me?"
Shopland shook Ms head ln^depre
"A study of Sir Timothy during the
( * aa * month. he said, "has brought you
many a time Into the focus." —
Francis for the first time v as con
scious of an utterly new sensation
with regard to his companion.
during
,
I " m through half-closed eyes
~ an Insignificant-looking mile
^'hes though neat. were III
S? 0 **""* nnd t e ^ aQ offpn se.
Th f ere ,n the J a « "> **■
n °ï Um "' U "' bu < «»•
wert * 8,na 1 nnd c nnM*g and the
mouth dogged. Francis looked away
out of the window. A sudden flash of
realization had come to him, a wave
of unreasoning but positive dislike.
"When do yon hope to bring your
case to an end?" he asked.
The man smiled once more, and the
very smile Irritated his companion.
"Within
He
man
e course of the next few
good many cases, and I acknowledge
myself your debtor, but In the matter
of Sir Timothy Brast, you win for
give my saying with all respect, air,
that our to
'
n
days, sir
"And the charge?"
The detective turned around.
"Mr. Ledsam," he said, "we have
been old friends, If you will allow me
to use the word, ever since I was pro
moted to my present position in the
for«. Yon have trusted me with a
e replied.
apart."
"Will you tell me why you have ar
rived at that conclusion?" Francis
asked. "It was I who first incited
you to set a watch upon Sir Timothy,
It was to you I first mentioned «rtaln
suspicions I myself had with regard
to hlm. I treated yon with every con
Aden«. Why do you now withhold
yours from me?"
"It is quite true, Mr. Ledsam," Shop
land admitted, "that It was you who
first pointed out Sir Timothy as an
interesting study for my profession,
but that was a matter of months ago.
If you will forgive me saying so, your
relations with Sir Timothy have al
tered sin« then. You have been his
guest at the Sanctuary, and there Is
rumor, sir—you will pardon me If I
seem to be taking a liberty—that you
are engaged to be married to his
daughter, Oliver Hiidltch s widow."
"Ton
formed as to my affairs, Shopland.'
Francis remarked.
to be tolerably well In
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a
"Oniy so its regards yonr aiwo
dations with Sir Tliyothy," was the
deprecating reply. "If you will ex
cuse me. sir. this is where I should
-like to descend."
"Ton have no message for Mr. WU
more. then?" Francis asked.
"Nothing definite, sir, but yon can
assure him of this. His brother Is not
likely to come to any particular harm.
I have do absolute Information to of
fer, but It Is ray Impression that Mr.
Herald Wllmnre will be-home be
fore a week Is past,
air."
Good afternoon.
Shopland stepped out of the taxicab
and, raising his hat, walked quietly
away. Francis directed the man to
drive to Clarges street,
drove off. he was conscious of a fold
ed piece of paper In the corner where
his late companion had been seated.
He picked It up, opened it. realized
that It was a letter from a firm of
lawyers, addressed to Shopland. and
deliberately read It through,
dated from a small town not far from
Hatch End:
As they
It was
Mr. John Phillips of this firm, who la
coroner for the district, has desired
to answer the enquiry contained in
your official letter of the 13 th.
number of Inquests held upon bodies
recovered from the Thames In the
neighborhood to which you allude, dur
Ing the present year, has been seven.
Four of these have been Identified.
Concerning the remaining three noth
Ing ha* ever been heard. Such partie
ulars as are on our file will be available
to any accredited representative of the
police at any time.
me
Tbs
The taxicab came to a sudden stop.
Francis glanced up. Very breathless, I
Shopland put his head In at the win
dovv j
Faithfully yours,
PHILLIPS & SON.
"I dropped a letter," he gasped.
Francis folded It up and handed It
to him.
--«What about these thr ee ■mirtsn ri. I
lied people. Shopland r be asked. I
looking at him intently. I
The man frowned angrily. There
I
of
man angrily. There
was a note of defiance in his tone
he stowed the letter away In his pock
etbook.
"There were two men and one worn
an," he replied, "all three of the up
per classes. The bodies were recov
ered from Wilson's lock, some three
hundred yards from the Walled
House."
''Do they form part of your case?"
Francis persisted. — r
Shopland stepped hack.*
"Mr. Ledsam," he said, "I told you,
some little time ago, that so far us
this particular case was concerned 1
had no confidences to share with you.
I am sorry that you saw that letter.
Since you did, however, I hope you
will not take It as a liberty from one
In my position if I advise you most
strenuously to do nothing which
might impede the course of the law.
Good day, sir!"
I
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CHAPTER XIV
Francis, in that pleasant, half-hour
before dinner which he spent ln Mar
garet's sitting-room, spoke to her of
her father's kindness to the carter's
horse, of the dogs' home near War
dour street. She listened sympa
thetically to his description of the
place
—"1 mn not -fat—any- way s u rpr ise d at
the Incident," she remarked. "My fa
ther spends at least an hour of every
day, when he is down at Hatch End,
amongst the horses, and every time a
fresh crock Is brought down, he is ns
Interested as though it were a new
toy."
"It Is a remarkable trait in a very
remarkable character," Francis com
mented.
I could tell you many things that
would surprise you," Margaret con
tinued. "fine night, for Instance, when
we were staying at the Sanctuary, lie
and I were going out to dine with
some neighbors and he heard a cat
mewing in the hedge somewhere. He
stopped the car, got out himself,
found that the cat has been caught in
a trap, released It. and sent me on
to the dinner alone whilst he took the
animal hack to the veterinary sur
geon at the Walled House. He was sim
ply white with fury whilst he was ty
ing up the poor thing's leg. I couldn't
help asking him what he would have
done If he could have found the farm
er who set the trap. He looked up at
me and I was almost frightened. 'I
should have killed him,' he said—and.
I believe he meant It. And, Francis,
the very next day we were motoring
to London and saw a terrible acci
dent. A motbr bicyclist came down a
side road at full speed and ran info
a motor-lorry. My father got out of
the car, helped them lift the body
from under the wheels of the lorry,
and came back absolutely unmoved,
'Serve the silly young fool right I' waa
his only remark. • He was so horribly
callous that I could scarcely hear to
Do you understand
sit hy tala side,
that?"
"It isn't easy," he admitted.
There was a knock at the door.
Margaret glanced at the clock.
"Whatever your father may
be—you are the woman who is
poing to bs my wifs."
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Doesn't hurt one bit I Drop a little
"Freezone" on an aching com. Instant
ly that com stops hurting, then short
ly you lift It right off with flngera.
Yonr druggist sella a tiny bottle of
"Freezone" for a few cents, sufficient to
remove every hard com, soft corn, or
corn between, the toes, and the foot
calluses, without soreness or irritation.
A aala and toothing
^remedy for enta,
w boms, or «kin trou
bias. Protects, to
lievcaand heals. Take
internally for coughs
and socs throat».
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