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THE ARGUS. WEDNESDAY. MAY 8. 1907.
Author of "Raffles,
the Amateur Cracks
Copyright. 1895. by CHARLES
i'iu:t ioniu it vr-
CIIAPTRIt I. Thomas Krirlisi-n, a
yiuintf Kniilisliman, lias lost the money
Willi whitli lie was to pay his i;isk;iki-
out to Inilia. lit; limls 'aptain I'.l.iytlts
3.". the amount of his passant1 money,
ami iti return nets a worthless elieek,
whirl) leaves In in penniless. He eon
fesses his error to Claire Hurtling, nis
CIIAI'TKU II James Ktlwar.l Wil
liam iMintree W in love witli Claire.
CIIAI'TKll III. Tom liiuls out that
Captain Ulaytles i.-i paying attention to
Claire anil is to lie at her house that
tiUTlil- lie vows to have sa t isl'aet iiai
from IMaytles. hut jiruinisi-s ('l.iin- that
lie will not veek Ulaytles Tor two Weeks.
Tom meets P.lavtles a few moments
later ami ilemands his i:',:,.
CIIAI'TKll IV. Hlayiles draws a
sword eane on Tom. who smashes it
with a heavy stiek wliieh lie eairies.
Hlayiles has noi the money, hut wrivt-s
Tom his Kohl wateli. ami Tom sinus au
iicrevnu'lil to pawn the wateh ami H'ive
the tieket to lilayih s Tom leaves anil
is aeeostetl liy a ilet'ormetl man. wlo
asks the time. The next morn I iin
Hlnviles is t'ouiul hr
sitle the stile wilt
inn to Tom.
he had hei
fmOJI KUil'lIi-'F.N held out n
Eg steady hand for Hie I lobe.
1 HU blood ran to eolil for
present tremor. The hackney
coachman had drawn it chair t tlie
table, planted his ellmws in the millilit
er the printed entloii cloth and his hot.
flushed faee lietween his eoarse. strong
hands. Tom s:it down at the other
end. lie found tlie paragraph, ran liis
eye from headline ti liuish ami then
rend it slowly aloud:
SHOCKING ?.II!IIF.U AT 1 1 A M P
An atrocious inm-iltr was
late last ninl.t or early this 11
tho iieishhorhoml of llanipste
A mechanic on his way to w
early hour this niorniitri ua.l
ork at an
caKion to traverse tlie ri;!it of way con
noctinK the Kiut hi -y ro.ul v. it It the upper
portion (if 1 laverstoi-k lull nolieeil a
Btout staff upon the Brass near the sec
ond stile from the former thoroughfare.
On picking it up the staff, or. rather,
cudsel. was found to he enisled with
blood and near it was discovered a drawn
sword stlrk, broken near tlie hilt. Con
tinuing his alarn.iii'i . invesli.K.Uioas, the
mechanic made his erowniir; and most
horrible discovery in a hollow tree close
beside the stile. In which lay the body of
a gentleman in full eveniiu; ilr.ss. He
was tuiti dead: Indeed. Ill" had probably
been extinct some hours. The corpse was
covered with blood and the head terribly
disfigured, as if by repeated blows from
Homo blunt instrument. There can he no
doubt that the crime was committed with
the cudgel above mentioned (at present
tho only clew to the assassin) or that
the swtirt! slick w.'is vainly used 111 svlf
defense by the unfortunate gentleman.
The police Were summoned with com
mendable dispatch and tho body removed
to the Marylehone mortuary to await In
quest. Meanwhile In the course of the morn
ing much Information has been forth
coining, and we are sorry to state that
the victim has been identified as Captain
J. Montgomery lllaydes. late of his
majesty's Coldstream guards, but for
some years past on the half pay list. No
letters or papers of any sort were dis
covered upon his person
Ilpre Tom stopped reading.
"(3ti on, sir.''
"I will. Iuit that's extraordinary!"
"Not it. He's been robbed as well.
That's what I want to get at. That
there Mick's no clew.- We want the
things lie took."
Tom moistened his lips and harked
No letters or papers of any sort were
discovered upon hi:i person, and it is
only through the marking of hi.-? linen
that the identity of the deceased has
been so orouttitiv established. It now
transpires that the hapless captain had
been lately residing in the village of
West Knd (not a mile from tho scene of
the murder) and that he left his lodgings
shortly after 10 o'clock last night, in or
der to attend an evening party, in a
hackney coach. The police hope that the
coachman will come forward
"lie has!" said Jim. "You may leave
ottt that bit."
"And yon couldn't describe the man?"
"Not too well. I could only swear lie
was neither short nor tall and looked
to be wearing a pair of nankeen trou
sers." (Tom's leg.s were underneath
the table.) "No," continued Jim. "I'm
afraid they won't lay hands on him
through me. Hut they may through the
things he took. Co on to that!"
"There was n diamond pin."
"I seen it. What else?"
"All his money."
"Ah. he paid like a gen'leman,
The words would hardly come. Jim
thumped the table with his heavy fist
"That'll do!" he cried. "That'll hang
him. you mark my words! Whut sort
of n watch?"
Hut this time the words would not
come at ail. for Jim's wife stood in
tho doorway behind Jim's chair, and
her eyes and Tom's-the terrified and
the guilty were locked together ill a
long, dread stare.
"What's that about a watch?" she
said in a sort of whisper, advancing
unsteadily and leaning a Laud upon
her husband's shoulder. "Whose
"One lolonging to a murdered man."
replied Jim. "I'm asking what kind
of a one. I say it ought to hang the
chap wh it did it."
"It will." said she hoarsely in his ear.
"It's a repeater, and him that has It
sits in front of you in that chair:
There followed a silence so profound
that Tom could hear the watch itself
ticking in his pocket. The coachman
then rose and slowly leaned across
the table, resting one hand upon it.
Thp other wan" half way to Tom's
throat when he sprang to bis feet and
in so doing pressed his thigh against
the table's edge. Instantly there rang
from his pocket a sweet and tiny ting,
ting, ting, ting, ting!
It was the saving of him from Jim
the coachman and his wife.
I'.oth shrank back as Tom darted to
an inner door and so up the stairs
which he had descended half asleep.
Kre he reached- the top then- was a
crash below. Koran instant he thought
the man bad fallen in a lit. but a vol
ley of oaths proved it only a slip as
Tom slammed and locked the door of
the room in which he had slept away
the day if not his life. His shoes were
still where he had kicked them o!T.
He slipped intu them aud, exerting all
his strength, pulled the large iron bed
stead from its place and wedged it
between wall and door. Then he
crouched and listened. Tho man was
for taking him single handed, tho wo
man evidently restraining him by main
"Let me go! Let me go!" Tom heard
"Never till I drop! Police! Tolice!
He sha'n't murder my Jim too."
"So help me, but I'll strike ye If ye
don't let go!"
"Strike away. Police! Police! Fo
llce! If you go. I go too."
Her cries were -not loini; ttiey were
smothered in the struggle,, which was
still continued now at the foot of the
stairs, now on the stairs themselves
and at last on the landing outside the
barricaded door. Meanwhile the bird
No sooner had Tom realized what was
taking place Ix-low than he threw up
the bedroom window. It overlooked a
small and filthy back yard, into which
Tom quietly dropped while the pair
were still struggling on the stairs. To
find his way through the house, through
the kitchen itself and out into the nar
row street was the work of very few
moments. The last Tom heard was
the lielaboring of the locked, blocked
door by honest Jim. Nor did his pres
ence of mind desert him yet. He walk
ed out of the narrow side street, only
running wheu he came to tho main
thoroughfare and after n perilous hesi
tation as to whether he should strike
iuto the city or over Blackfriars bridge.
He chose the city and. having chosen,
lost his head aud ran for his life.
He darted across tht? street and
plunged into the busy abeys filling
the delta between the bridge and St.
Paul's. Here he slackened a little,
for the stony, many windowed ravines
were so narrow and so crowded that
it was impossible to continue running.
P. tit he threw up his heels the instant
lie emerged on I.udgate hill, tearing
belter skelter in the middle of the road.
He was nearly run over by a van
coming out of Paternoster row and
cursed to the skifs by the driver.
Faces stopped and turned upon the
pavements. He knew the folly of it.
and yet ran on with a fiend in either
"Rank, ha nk! 'Ere you are. sir.
'ere you are!"
Tom was almost up to the omnibus
before he realized that this was meant
for him. Instinctively he waved and
nodded, and his mad pace was ex
plained. The omnibus stoped; he
jumped in. gasping.
"Thought you was .".ftcr me," said
the cad. with it grin.
Tom had no breath to reply. A ru
bicund old gentleman mfde n well
meant remark upon the eagerness of
youth and was favored with u glassy
stare. The 'newcomer sat panting in
a corner, the perspiration trickling
from his nose.
Put bis bead was cooler. He saw
the Heedlessness as well as the indis
cretion of conspicuous flight. He bad
slipped tlifouiih tlie onlv bands that
were as yet against him. lie had
eluded the only eyes be need avoid that
niuht. for the hackney coachman inizht
take his new tale straight to Scotland
Yard, but it could hardly be given to
the world before morning.
Tom's heart leaped as be discovered
the temporary strength of his position.
Next moment it sank, for the cad was
collecting tlie fares, and his single as
set was the watch. His bankrupt state
had occurred to Tom as he ran for the
omnibus, but not again. It was so
small a thing compared with the charge
now lying at his door. Yet he had just
thought of it his little fraud was so
far deliberate but he had neither the!
face nor the foolhardiness to sit there
and confess his fault. And, situated
like the wanted felon he now felt him
self to le, it was wonderful and hor
rible how a felon's resources came un
bidden to his lingers ends. lie legan
feeling in pocket after pocket, with a
face that lengthened under the frown
of the cad. tin? raised eyebrows of the
rubicund gentleman and the fixed at
tention of all.
"I'm afraid I I don't seem to have
a coin in my pocket!"
"Oh, you 'aven't. 'aven't you?"
"No, I have not! I'm very sorry
"You may be! Never mind no tales.
You can keep them for tlie beak as'll
ave a word to say to you totnorrer
mornin'!" And the cad winked at the
other passe;it:ers. stopped the omni-
dus ana called a policeman from the
Tom could have burst into tears. To
be wrongly wanted for a crime so ter
rible and justly taken for a thing so
small! He looked forlornly at his fel
low passengers, with a wild idea that
one might come to his rescue. The
sole response was a withering frown
from the ruddy old gentleman, who
also commended ' the cad and loudly
trusted an example would be made of
the case. The desperate Tom liegan
ransacking bis pockets in earnest for
some overlooked coin, but be hail dope
this so often of late that he felt the
futility now. The perspiration froze
upon his face, yet even with the police
man's tall hat poked inside the omni
bus his twitching lingers continued
their spasmodic, hopeless search.
"The Hash young spark!" whispered
the cad. "Just you frighten im. Sir
"Now, then, come along!" said theof
ficer. "(Joo.l Cod!" cried Tom.
"You'll get all the more for swear
ing. Now, out you come afore you're
"Not just yet." returned the culprit
and handed the conductor one of two
half-crowns found that very moment
in a scrap of crumpled paper. "I'm
sorry I couldn't liud it before. Kindly
give me change."
"Where to?" growled the cad as the
constable stepped down.
Tom did not bear.
"Can't you answer? Where t.-?"
"Oh. as far as you go!
Tom's eyes were on the crumpled
scrap and filled to oerf!owing by half
a dozen ill written words:
Wisliin good Ink
(Tare would think him guilty. After
what had passed between them she
could not do otherwise. Then guilty
let him be in every earthly eye. and
the sooner it was all over the better
for him and for her. He bad no wish
to live if the one sweet judge whose
I judgment he respected held him worthy
of death. And she would she could
not help herself. Then what must she
think of bis love for her? And the
thought of her thoughts was worse
than that of shameful death before a
Tom tore up Claire's letter that lie
had meant to treasure till his death, so
that when he was taken no slur should
rest upon bis beloved, and he distrib
uted the minute fragments at long in
tervals that niglit before looking tor a
place to lay bis head. In the end be
bit upon an emptv house overlooking
the then green hit-Insure of Westbottrne
park. An unfastened window caught
his eye. lie waited till the road was
clear and then entered like an expert,
fastening the window behind him.
Here be destroyed and bid away his
hat. a battered beaver bought in the
days of poor P.laydes. In its stead he
had obtained from a pawnshop and for
IS pence an old fashioned peak and
tassel cap. Hut he had not dared to
offer the watch In' pledge, altlmuglt he
had entered that shop for the purpose.
It ticked so loud in the empty bouse
that in the dead of night he leaped up
in a frenzy and smashed in the works
with his heel.
Pofore he could lie down again there
came a deafening double kuock at the
ro run no isk of observation
through the dirty, bare vic-
dows. as well as to secure
equidistance from all possible
points of approach or escape, the hunt
ed youth had lain him down in the hall,
with the bottom stair for his pillow.
He w;ts rewarded with the full shock
of this ear splitting tattoo. Tom grop
ed his way on tiptoe to the garden door
and stealthily withdrew the bolts. The
door was one-half colored glass, show
ing a pink, moon In a purple skv. .anil
a Defected garden which by daylight
would have been sky blue with a ruby
m:trg;u. but now it merely gave an
other coat to night, and Tom was out
side and ha'Tway down the flight of
spuie steps before he saw that which
made the iron balustrade grow colder
In his hand. Th? chimney pot hat,
white troiuert aiid drawn staff of one
of the now police awaited hiui at tlie
"C u:ie along." said this oiliccr. "It's
n-j use turning br:ck. Hear that!"
Ai l.J s;v'.:o the nni-" of breaking
g!.v.s came t'.uwgli the open door, and
Tom's mii:d was made up. Suddenly
ei-'-;n-hi:ig, v.-'dh l:;:ecs :u:d elbows at
acute angles, he spra.ig clean 0:1 top of
the pi! ice -!iieer. who collapsed be
neath him like a Inuse of cards. The
fail was; bad enough for Tom. His nose
was bleeding when he picked himsiMf
up. but the other lay ir.otionle.-::; 0:1 his
back, and Tom bent over him in horror.
IPs eyes opened th-.t instant, and be
made a grab at Tom. who turned aud
darted down the garden just as there
was a flatter of fresh feet upon the
stone stairs behind.
The garden wall was mercifully law.
Tom vault -d it and all but lauded In j
a cucumber frame upon the other side.
He fo'-ud himself in a nur: ery garden,
with avenues of crystal roofs shining
to the moon in 1 :ig low parallels.
Uo'.vn one such causeway spoil Tom at
top speed, getting into another by turn
ing left and right at the first gtp. Just
then be beard a welcome crash at the
cucumber frame fifty yards back. But
now the frontage wall loomed ahead,
cutting the stars at an uncomfortable
height, aud on dashing up to it Tom
saw the mistake he lad made by
changing avenues. He had to turn back
to the rigid to make the gate, and the
ollieers. who had run straight ahead
and thus gained a score of yards, were
upon him in full cry.
The gate was a high wooden one,
luckily without spikes. The runaway
straddled the top just as the pursuers
rcm-hed the bottom and left a shoe in
their hands ere he threw himself down
ilium the other sitle and kicked its
fellow to the winds.
Tom ran swiftly on and presently
overhauled a cart lumbering westward
along tin? middle of the road. Ho
was passing it jit a less suspicious pace
when he mad:' a discovery. The driver
was bent double and last asleep.
Tom dropped behind again and peep
ed in over '-'.w back. It was a hay
cart, and tiie load had been left in
town. All that remained was the tar
patilin lying in a crumpled heap, lb
looKetl hack along tlie road, but saw
nobody. Then be hoarded the cV.rt
silently enough in his ragged socks
and curled himself up beneath tin; tar
paulin. At Kew the carter stopped for his
breakfast, and Thomas lOrichsen made
good his escape.
Tom had his breakfast in the beauti
ful early sunshine beside the river's
Overnight he had avoided the tavern,
but not the pastry cook's shop, so he
had made his supper in the empty
house and was still provisioned. More
over, his riocket was still weighted by
poor Blaydes' broken watch, nor could
he jnake up his mind to pitch into the
river liis only asset, and one to which
he was so justly entitled. He was
clear of Loudon now; tlie early sun
gave him confidence aud pluck. Ik
would pawn the watch in one of these
Thames valley towns and then get
back to London and the docks by riv
er mid in new habiliments. It was
Saturday morning; he would wait un
til that best of times, Saturday night,
but first he must find a place to hide
his head in during the day.
He found one in the boat house of a
small, new, white brick villa, with a
narrow garden leading down to the
river's edge. The lxiathouse had an
open window. Hardened by his ex
roiriity into incredible alacrity in such
enteVprlses, 'lorn was througn it in a !
twinkling and well pleased with his
discovery. The boat was still hiber
nating keel upward on trestles. It
would le a very strange thiug if that
day. of all others, were chosen for
launching her for the summer. Deter
mined, at any rate, to risk it. the run
away clhulied into a little loft which
might have been made for him and
settled down for the day. He rolled
himself up in several folds of straw
Iterry netting and made another quaint
pillow of the nox of a mowing ma
chine, whereon he slept soundly for
When Tom deemed It dark enough
for a judicious exit the wet earth wa-?
as fragrant as a flower. He sniffed it
joyously through the open window by
which he had entered. The garden
path was washed very yellow and lior
dered by twin canals. There was more
light than he had thought when in the
loft. Still, not a soul was in view, and
it had been lighter yet when he arrlv
ed. It was necessary, however, to get
out of the window legs first and back
ward, and when Tom had done so and
turned around he beheld standing on
the vollow path between the two ca
nals and quizzically regarding him the
quaintest and the ti:iiet old gentle-
niiiti he had ever encountered.
lie was certainly not more than five
feet high, but he crimed himself su
perbly and fixed the intruder with a
steadv. lect'.lar. light blue eye which
inspired respect before fear. He seem
ed, indeed, the essence of conter.:p!a
five geniality, but it was his powdered
hair, black knee breeches cud whit
silk stockings that gave him the pk
tare lniok appearance at which even
Tom found time to marvel. But be
marveled more when the old gentle
man made bim a courtly 1hw and said
in high, chirping tones:
"I am delighted to see you, sir
fear ntv boathouse wiil have afforded
yon but indifferent shelter 0:1 so vile
(lav. Such as it has lieen. however,
you are welcome to it indeed."
Welcome!" exclaimed Tom.
"And why not?" chirruped the olhe
"Surely we who have must give to yon
who have not. be it roof or boot? I
am sorrv, however, to see you bare
rush through the open window and
swim the river in his clothes. Yet there
was more that must be read. The case
against him was stronger than ever.
The threatening letters had been found
among the dead man's effects. The
hackney coachman had told hU story.
aud here it was. But one name was
gratefully absent that of Harding did
not occur in the closely primed half
column, which so strangely fascinated
Tom that his quaint Samaritan was
back liefore he had put the paper down.
"What! Feeding the mind before the
body? Well, well, to be surer
"I hadn't seeu today's paper," said
"Aha! I know what you were read
ing too." The old gentleman chuckled
as he poured sherry into two tumblers.
I know I know!"
"What?" asked Tom hoarsely.
"My eyes are good. My eyes are ex-
celleut. You wore reading the Hamp-
sterid murder." Tom held his breath.
1 never read such thiegs myself." pur
sued the other, "but I did wlren I was
voting. Oh. Lord, yes! Blood was my
And. with his childlike laugh, he.
handed Tom one steaming tumhler.
mixed another for himself and insisted
on clinking glasses before they drank.
Tom spilt some of his portion upon the
floor, but his kind host never noticed it
He was next invited to take a pinch
from a silver mounted horn snuffbox.
This he refused as politely as his state
of mind would permit. He trembled to
know whether the old g.-ntlemau bad
really eschewed all accounts of the
murder. To make certain he hazarded
a leading question.
"It seems to be a queer affair, sir.
Do you think they'll ever catch him?"
"My good fellow, I haven't read the
Tom drew a deep breath and tossed
off his negus at a gulp. At that mo
ment there came a knock 'at the door
.ml a small maid entered.
"Then come this way. my dcxr
young gentleman." the old one said,
with his most lienovolent smile; "up-
Follow the maid. I w ill follow
footed, for you will permit me to cb
serve that such stockings as you have
on are worse than none. If you wni
have the goodness to come with me
yon shall be shod afresh and join me
In a glass of negus before you go."
"Tut! I know what yon would say
yon have trespassed already and have
no wish to trespass further. Very
well, sir: so bo it. You shall have your
way and pay the penalty. I condemn j
you to a g'ass of negus and a new pair j
of shoes." !
And with the utmost bonhotnmie the
tiny gentleman drove Tom before him
to the house and through open French
windows to a basement room when? a
lamp ami fire were burning and a ket
tle ranging on the hob.
"Hungry?" be chirped, giving Tom a
playful push in the ribs.
T had provisions in my pocket."
stammered the youth, in deep embar
rassment. "I shall do very well. In
deed, your kindness"
"Tut. sir, tut! You will please tm
best by saying no more about that.
You are hungry, and 1 shall order you
something upstairs. But here's the
cherry and there's the boiling water.
You can brew your own negus while
I mi) gone, and this is today's Adver
tiser. Make yourself at home, I beg!"
And, with twinkling eyes and brisk
gest tires, the little old gentleman de
parted, of all Tom's good Samaritans
assuredly the prince and king.
No sooner was he alone than Tom
caught up the Advertiser and found
half a column about the murder, and.
yes, there was his name. The Adcocks
had volunteered it. together with a full
description, whose accuracy tempted
Tom not to wait for his. supper, but to
Tom hesitated, but gave in without
a word. He was, inded, as hungry as
be was grateful, and he followed the
servant upstairs, with the jolly old
fellow chatting pleasantly at his heels.
"The shoes you shall have immedi
ately. 'What, would you shake my
band? All. my good feilow. I fear it's
but meager entertainment that I can
offer you. Well, well, if you insist:
But that's the door. Pray walk in.
He. lie, be. he!"
And ere the chirruping laugh had
ended Tom's flight was over and he
was lu the hands of two policemen,
who had securely pinned him by either
arm. Kesistance was useless. But
from the olilceis' faces a last hope
ilieUered in his breast.
"What do you want me for?" he
"What is the charge, sir?" asked nne:
of the constables so) to voce of the
master of the house.
"Can't you see?" pipml that trium
phant humorist. "It's the Hampstead
murderer: I knew the fellow with
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