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fCopyrbjnt. 1913, International New* Service)
A Base Fraud
Same Old Day Off
"Good morning;! I cam to tune
"Piano. But I didn't send for you."
"No, mam; but the neighbors said
2 ought to call."
# * *
"I haven't seen Hemmaidshaw for
"No; he hasn't been out of the house
Since his accident."
"Was he seriously injured?"
"No-; but he feels the disgrace
"Yes. After living in the heart of
all his life, he went to the
country one day last week and was
run over by a milk wagon,'*
The Dingbat Family
Polly and Her Pals
THE KING OF DIAMONDS!
STORT or MODERN ccitTo
Continued From Yesterday
In the solitude of his room, Grenier
burst the lock. The rascal received
one of the greatest shocks of his life
when he examined the contents—a
quantity of old clothing, some worn
boots, a ball of twine, a bed cover
let, a big, iron key, the tattered let
ters, and a variety of odds and ends
that would have found no corner In
a respectable rag shop.
He burst Into a At of hysterical
"Ye gods and little fishes!" he
cried. "What a treasure! The
Clerkenwell suit, I suppose, and a
woman's skirt and blouse. Old
timers, too, by their style. His
mother's, I expect. He must have
been fond of his mother."
At that moment Jocky Mason,
beetle browed and resentful, was
reading a letter which reached his
lodging two hours before his arrival
in an envelope bearing the ominous
Initials—O. H. M. S.
It was the Southwark police sta
"Sir: Kindly make it conve
nient to attend here tomorrow
evening at 8 p. m. Yours truly,
T. BRADLEY, Inspector."
The following day it was Mason's
duty to report himself under the
ticket of leave, but it was quite un
usual for the. police to give a pre
liminary warning in this respect.
Failure on his part meant arrest.
That was all the officials looked after.
"What's up now?" he muttered.
"Any way, Grenier was right. This
gives me a cast iron alibi. Til ac
knowledge it at once."
His accomplice, hoping to obtain
sleep from champagne, consumed the
contents of a small bottle in his bed
room, while he scanned the columns
of the local evening papers for any
reference to a "Seaside Mystery" on
the Yorkshire coast.
There was none. Anson's body had
not been recovered yet.
Before going to bed he wound Phil
ip's watch. He examined lt now with
greater interest than he had bestowed
on it hitherto.
Although silver, lt appeared to be a
good one. He opened the case to ex-
THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL AND POST, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1913
amine the works. Inside there was an
"Presented to Philip Anson, aged
fifteen years, by tbe officer* and men
of the Wbltechapel division of the
Metropolitan police aa a token of
their admiration for hla bravery In
assisting- to arrest a notorious bur
Beneath was the date of Mason's
"Where was I 10 years ago?" he
He looked back through the soiled
leaves of a sordid record and found
that he was then acting In a melo
drama entitled "The Wages of Sin."
And the wages of sin is death I The
drama insisted on the full measure of
biblical accuracy. Altogether, Grenier
lay down to rest under unenviable
He dreamed that he was falling
down precipices and striking sheets
of blue water with appalling splashes.
Each time he was awakened by the
But he was a hardy rogue where
conscience was concerned and he
swore himself to sleep again. Rest
he must have. He must arise with
steady head and clear brain.
He was early astir. His first act
was to send for the Yorkshire morn
ing papers. They contained no news
of Philip Anson's death, but the local
sheet chronicled his arrival at York.
This was excellent The banker
would see it. A few printed lines
carry great weight in such matters.
Then he signed the leases, dis
patched them in a typewritten en
velope and telegraphed:
"Documents forwarded thia morn
ing. Please meet wishes expressed in
"Surely," he reflected, "Abingdon
will not give another thought to my
proceedings. Philip Anson Is not a
boy in leading strings."
He wired to Evelyn:
"Sorry for misunderstanding. Blue
Atom must wait until my return."
Here was a way out. Whatever that
wretched speck of color meant, it
could be dealt with subsequently.
But Evelyn's prompt reply only
made confusion worse confounded;
"Delay la impossible. The man baa
put off tbe ducbt-ita two days already."
So a man, and a duchesg, and a pe
riod of time wiere mixed up with a
blue atom. He must do something
desperate; begin his plan of aliena
tion sooner than he intended. He an
"Too busy to attend to matter fur
ther. Going- to Leeds today. Letter*
here as usual."
And to Leeds he went. Residence
in York was a fever—a constant fret.
In he was removed from the
arena. He passed the afternoon and
evening in roaming the streets, con
sumed with a fiery desire to be doing,
daring, braving difficulties.
But he must wait at least another
day before he could lay hands on any
portion of Philip Anson's wealth save
the money stolen from his pockets.
At the hotel there was only one let
ter and no telegrams.
The London bankers wrote:
"We bear to acknowledge youra of
yesterday. Your cash balance at date
ts twelve thousand four hundred and
ten pounds nine shilling's one penny.
Your securities in our possession
amount to a net value at today*.*
prices of about nine hundred and
twenty thousand pounds. including;
two hundred and 6fty thousand pounds
consols at par. We will forward you a
detailed Hat if desired, and will he
pleased to realise any securities as di
"Kindly note that instrnetlons for
sale should be given In your hand
writing, and not typed."
There was joy, Intoxicating almost
to madness, in this communication,
but it was not unleavened by the ele
ments of danger and delay.
His signature had been accepted
without demur; he could control an
enormous sum without question; these
were the entrancing certainties which
dazzled his eyes for a time.
But it was horribly annoying that
a millionaire should keep his current
account so low, and the concluding
paragraph held a bogey, not wholly
unforeseen, but looming large when it
actually presented itself.
The memorandum in Phillip's hand
wrlt'ng on Evelyn's letter was now
thrice precious. He hurriedly scru
tinized it and at once commenced to
practice the words.
"Devonshire" and "Sharpe" gave
him the capitals for "Dear Sir." He
was at a loss for a capital "C," but he
saw- that Philip used the simplest and
boldest outlines in his caligraphy, and
he must risk a "C" without the upper
loop. In "Lady M.," too, he had the
foundation of the "£" to precede the
requisite figures. Soon he framed a
letter in the fewest words possible:
"\ouru ot today's date received.
Kindly sell consols value one hun
dred and fifty thousand pounds, and
pha.ee the same to my credit."
He copied it again and again, until
it was written freely and carelessly,
and every letter available compared
favorably with the original In hie.
possession. Then he posted it, thus
saving a day, according to his calcu
With this missive committed irre
coverably to the case of his majesty's
malls, Victor Grenler's spirits rose.
Now, indeed, he was in the whirlpool.
Would be emerge high and dry in the
El Dorado of gilded vice which he
longed to enter, or would fortune con
sign him to Portland again—per
chance to the scaffold? He could not
say. He would not feel safe untn
Philip Anson was a myth, and Victor
Grenier a reality, with many thou
sands in the bank.
Already he was planning plausible
lies to keep Mason out of his fair
share of the plunder. A few mom
forged letters would easily establish
the fact that he was unable to ob
tain a bigger haul than, say, fifty
And what did Mason want witn
twenty-five thousand pounds? He
was a gnarled man, with crude taste*>.
Twenty, fifteen, ten thousand would
be ample for his wants. The sooner
he drank himself to death the better.
With each fresh cigar Mason's
moiety shrank in dimensions. The
murder was a mere affair of a venge
ful blow, but this steady sucking of
the millionaire's riches required
finesse, a dashing adroitness, the su
perb impudence of a Cagliostro.
GRENIER AIMS HIGH
But if his confederate's interests
suffered, the total fixed in Grenler's
original scheme in nowise became af
He meant to have £100,000, and he
firmly decided not to go beyond that
amount. His letter to the bankers
named £150,000, and he calculated that
by stopping short at two-thirds of
the available sum he would not give
any grounds for suspicion or personal
Yet he would shirk nothing. Mr.
Abingdon and Miss Atherley must be
avoided at all events; others he would
face blithely. He took care to have
ever on the table in his sitting room
a goodly supply of wines and spirits.
If any one sought an Interview, lt
might be helpful to sham a slight
degree of intoxication. The difference
between Philip drunk and Philip
sober would then be accounted for
It Was a Dream for the Old Man-Also for Mrs. D.
(Copyright. 1813. International News Serrlca)
Girls Are Funny Creatures, Aren't They?
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But rest—that was denied him. It
was one thing to harden himself
against surprise; quite another to for
get that disfigured corpse swirling
about in the North sea.
He wished now that Philip Anson
had not been cast forth naked. It
was a blunder not to dress him, to
provide him with means of identifica
tion with some unknown Smith or
When he closed his eyes he could
see a shadowy form wavering help
lessly in green depths. Never before
were his hands smeared with blood.
He had touched every crime save
Physically, he was a coward. In
plotting the attack on Philip, he had
taxed his ingenuity for weeks to dis
cover some means where he need not
become Mason's actual helper. He
rejected project after project. The
thing might be bungled, so he must
attend to each part of the undertak
ing himself, short of using a blud
He slept again and dreamed of long
I There's comfort—good cheer — I
I refreshment —satisfaction I
I in every cup of -
flights through space pursued by de
mons. How he longed for day. How
slowly the hours passed after dawn,
until the newspapers were obtain
able, with their columns of emptiness
A letter came from Evelyn. It was
a trifle reserved, with an impulse to
tears concealed In lt.
"I aaked mother for £50," she wrote,
"so the Bine Atom incident has ended,
but I don't think I will ever under
stand the mood in which you wrote
your last telegram. Perhaps your
letter mow in the post—l half ex
pected It at midday—will explain
He consigned Blue Atom to a sultry
clime, and began to ask himself why
Mr. Ablngton had not written. The
former magistrate's reticence annoyed
him. A letter, even remonstrating
with him, would be grateful. This
silence was irritating; it savored of
doubt, and doubt was the one phase
of thought he wished to keep out of
Mr. Abington's mind at that moment.
As for Evelyn, she mistrusted even
his telegram, while a bank had ac
cepted his signature without reser
vation. He would punish her with
zest. Philip Anson's memory would
be poisoned in her heart long before
she realized that he was dead.
Philip was thrown into the sea on a
Tuesday. Jocky Mason reached Lon
don on Wednesday and kept his ap
pointment with Inspector Bradley on
The inspector received him gra
ciously, this chasing from the ex-con
vict's mind a lurking suspicion that
matters were awry. There is a curi
ous sympathy between the police and
well known criminals. They meet
with a friendliness and exchange
pleasantries, as a watchdog might
fraternize with a wolf in off hours.
But Mason had no responsive smile
or ready qulb.
"What's up?" he demanded, mo
rosely. "You sent for me. Here I am.
I would have brought my ticket
sooner If you hadn't written."
( ontinued on Monday