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■ 4 fc L The Barnwell People-Sentinel, Barnwell. S. C- Thursday, March 26, 1936' STORM MUSIC By Domford Yates Copyright by Minton. Batch A Co. WNU Service. CHAPTER VII—Continued —12— “D’you think wt* could pet that man, fdr? We could have had the others time and again. Iltigle, and Rush, 1 mean—though we could have had Pew- drop, too. But Mr. Bohun says. ‘No, Bugle and Rush,’ he says, Ms our In formation bureau. So we won’t do them In,’ he says; ‘If there’s any news goln’ they’ll have It.' But you wouldn’t be hove how we’ve laid an’ laid for Pha raoh—and missed him every time. I.ook at tonight, sir. I’d been lyin’ there where I met yen since half-past six. Keepin’ observation, I was, for Mr. Bohun’s at Salzburg—I’ve told you that. To bent up h'Is quarters, be said. In case you’d called. Well, I thought I had got him tonight, when the Rolls slowed down. I was ready to blow his head off—an’ then it turns out that It's you. I don't believe In charmed lives, but If ever a blackguard.bad one, Pharaoh’s him.” ‘‘You wait, Barley,” said I, and got ll^o the car. “When d'you expect Mr. Bohun?” “Tomorrow morning, sir. About seven o'clock.” “Wbat could be better?" said I. “Tell him to expect me for breakfast at ■bout a quarter to nine. And that nfj- er that. If he likes, we'll run along to Plumage and close the Information bu reau." - As I let In the clutch— “(lood-by. Barley." cried Helena. “Do what you can for his lordship and ask Mr. Bohun to forgive me for making free with his room.” But Barjey made no answer. I think he was Incapable of speech. • We were back at tbe castle within ■ quarter of an hour. As the warden stepi>ed out of the wicket, Helena spoke. “Has anyone entered the castle since I’ve been gone?” The porter replied: “No one at all. my lady." I had known that would be his an swer, but tbe words were comfortable words. The race bad been ours all the way, but now we knew It was over *nd the numbers were up. Helena was addressing the warden. “He’s not been to tbe station. Florin. Unless he's here, be must have gone •omewbere by car.” “His lordship’s not here, my lady. And the Adelaide |>ostern was open which shows that he went that way.” I drove the Rolls under the archway and Into the small courtyard. As the leaves were closed behind us “Out of sight of the wicket," said Helena. There was Just enough room to berth tbe car out of view. Helena turned to the warden, who had opened the door by her side. “Tbe porter Is to put r out bis lights, but stay in his lodge. 'lie is to o|>en to no one, until you return. Mark that. To no one at all. And In five minutes’ time you and all the night-watchmen will come to the library.” “If your ladyship pleases.’’ said Florin. Helena left the car, and I followed her tip the stairs. . . . As I closed the library door, my lady took olT her hat, pitched It on to a sofa and moved to the hearth. "What are you going to tell them?" For a moment she did not answer, hut stood with her eyes on the (lames. Then — “That the man that murdered young Florin is coming to the castle tonight; that three hours ago be did his best to kill you. because he knows you can prove that he took young Florin’s life; that they know him as ‘Captain Fan- ing,’ but that 1 know him as ‘Pharaoh’ —a very dangerous felon, w ho is w ant ed for at least four murders in Eng land alone." She turned to set her hands on my shoulders. “Yon must forgive me, darling, for playing this hand alone. But now you must stay in the background until we're through. They must not begin to believe that I’m acting on your advice. Now that Valentines out of the way, my author ity here is supreme, but I'm putting a strain upon it when I use my brother's absence to order the death of his guest. Tomorrow—this afternoon you'll stand on another footing, for everyone tn the castle will know I'm to be your wife.” I could not answer her, but I put my arms around her and kissed her lips.* And. then the light in her face went I 0 r out. The lips 1 had kissed were moving, but no words came . . . and her little hands were trembling . . . and the blood was out of her faep. She was looking over my shoulder— not so much with horror as dully, ns though the battle were hopeless and she was tired. As I let her go and swung round— “Don't move, Mr. Spencer," said Pha raoh. “The trigger they give these things are absurdly light.” “This thing” was an automatic pistol, pointing In my direction, about six paces away. CHAPTER VIII I Bear ■ Message. I confess that I was dumbfounded, and several seconds went by before I could find my tongue. “That's so much bluff,” said I. “This Isn’t the forester’s cottage. If you fire on me here—” “I most frankly admit," said Pha raoh, “that the feelings with which I should kill you would be extremely mixed. To be st.111 more frank, I don’t want you to force my hand. Not that I value your life. Th fact, you’re rather a nuisance. But If I were to—er— abate you, I should probably have to withdraw—ami that wouldn’t suit my book. But for you to take any action would suit my hook even less. And so, If you move, I shall fire. ... I'm sure Lady Helena favors my point of view." •‘Yes,’* said Helena, quietly. “I see your point. Don’t move, John, I beg you. He means wbat be says.” “He does Indeed,” said Pharaoh. With his words a knock fell upon the door. ... "Ah," said Pharaoh. MThe trusty warden, no doubt. ‘With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old sheriff comes; behind hlpJ march the hal berdiers . . .’ I think you were going to tell him something. Lady Helen. Well, do have him In. But perhaps 1 ought to remind you that Mr. Siwmeer’s life will depend upon what you say." The pistol slid Into his pocket; but though he withdrew his left hand, his right hand stayed where It was. Again the warden Tcnoclcec!, and Hel- ena raised her voice and cried to him to come |n. The warden entered the room. As his eyes lit upon Pharaoh, he started, as though In surprise; then he closed the door behind him and turned to where Helena stood. My lady moistened her lips. “I’m not at all satisfied, Florin, with the watch that is being kept. Here’s Captain FatUng returned, but be was never challenged or—” “I found a postern open." said Pha raoh. “To save the porter trouble, I entered by that." “He should have been seen,” said Helena, “crossing tbe bridge." Tbe warden looked greatly con cerned. “There is something amiss, my lady —I know not what. I will swear that Hubert Is faithful and Piers, who is ‘‘That’* So Much Bluff," Said I. watchman tonight, Is a man of his word. Yet. as I tell them, they might have no eyes nor ears." “There Is something amiss,” said Helena. “Double the watchmen. Florin, and stop all leave. Two porters are to stay In the lodge and to keep a list of all jversons that use the bridge. No postern Is to be opened without per mission from me. Why were the serv ants abed when I came In?" “By ids lordship's orders, my lady." "Those orders ore cancelled—until his lordship returns. And now rouse Ids lordship’s valet and let him prepare tbe room in' the eastern tower—tbe room above mine. Mr. Spencer will sleep there tonight. And fbuse Rachel, as well. She w ill make my room ready and wait (111 I come. One thing more.” She drew out her master key. "Here Is my key, Florin. You may as well keep It for me until I need it again.” The warden bowed and took It. “Will your ladyship speak to the men?” “Not tonight. I’ve changed my mind. But please see that they do,their duty. I’ve a definite feeling of danger—very pressing danger. Florin; so please be ware.” “Rest assured, my lady, nothing that I can do shall be left undone." " Helena smiled and nodded, and the warden bowed low. Then be bowed to me, but not PharaoJi, and left tbe room. “I congratulate you.” said Pharaoh, “upon your quickness of wit. I had to give you some rope and you used It all." Helena took her sent In a high- backed clniir. , “I ra'ther fancy,” she said, “you’d have done tbe same." “I don'4 know that I should have," said Pharaoh, wrinkling bis brow. “I believe In u margin of safety. . . . Now why do you think the warden Ignored me when be went out?" Helena shrugged her shoulders. “‘Perhaps you don’t'command his re spect.” * Pharaoh fingered his chin. “Dewdrop.” he said quietly. One of the curtains swayed, and Dewdrop stepped out "Concentrate on that warden, Dew- drop. You heard what her ladyship said. If he seems to be getting Ideas, you must act for the best. The situa tion Is delicate, Dewdrop, for what are we among so many? And now cover Mr. Spencer. I want to talk." As Dewdrop moved towards me, be took his seat on , N a sofa and crossed his - legs. Pharaoh was looking at Helena, smil ing an Insolent smile. “I’m afraid It’s clear," he drawled, "that you didn’t expect me so soon.” He sighed. “That’s been the misfortune of ao many people I’ye krfbwn. Some of thetn are still living. You see, a car came by, and Its owner gave me a lift To be perfectly frank, he sur rendered the wheel to Dewdrop with out a word. You know, I can’t help feeling you ought to have thought of that." “I agree," said Helena, shortly. “That was a bad mistake." "But the only one,” said Pharaoh. “Indeed, If I may say so, I’m much Impressed. Mr. Spencer’s quite a good chauffeur—I’m sure of that, but only a brain In. a thousand would have thought of abducting the Count" Helena stared. “Are you being humorous?" "No," said Pharaoh quietly. “Pm simply giving you the answer to a sim ple addition sum. As It’s very short I’ll do It over again. . , . You left the castle ns I was approaching the bridge. In fact, I was able to cross It while Hubert—the faithful Hubert—was clos ing the wicket, before he re-entered the lodge. That’s why he didn’t see me. But that’s by the way. . . . Well, I found your departure astounding. I mean, on- the race of it, ohte you BUT gained the castle, to deliberately leave It was the act of a fool. But you are no fool, Lady Helena. ... I was still considering this paradox, wnen I found tbe postern ajar. I confess that helped me a lot—In more ways than one. And the moment I heard that the Count of Yorlck was missing, the sum came out." He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. “Let me put some cards on the table. I want you to see that, If for no other reason, because you have scruples you are weighted clean out of this race. You see, I am not so embarrassed—I never am. Now take tonight. Placed as you were, once I was back in the castle, nothing this side of hell would have got me out Yet the Count would have disappeared. Now there’s a little problem—which I will resolve. I assume he was drunk— forgive me, but he usually is by ten. Well, they say blood’s thicker than wa ter, but I never found It so. I should have dropped him gently Into the moat . . . Perhaps you think I’m bluffing. Let me tell you what happened tonight. I wanted a car—badly, and I took the first that came by. Well, that was against the law. By taking that car I offended the law and order—two In convenient gods. They therefore had to be sidetracked. . . . What Is left of that car Is lying on Its side in a gully. It’s still burning—with the man It be longed to Inside.” This recital was dreadful enough, but Pharaoh lent It a horror that made my blood run cold. "Are you seeking to frighten us?" Helena said. Pharaoh sat back. “No,” he said, smiling. “Only to open your eyes." He glanced lit his watch. “Dear, dear, a quarter to two. It's far too late to discuss my mission tonight. If you’ll promise me one or two things—well, I daresay your room Is ready—” he raised his eyes to the ceiling “—and the room above yours." “You insolent swine!" I roared. “If you think—” The sentence, ended In a manner which I should like to forget. I yelped with pain, leaped from my seat on the table and swung about, smarting and furious, to face Dewdrop’s leveled pis tol some three feet away. The Jew had pricked ray buttock with the Wade of hts knife. I hesitated, trembling with rage and desperately weighing the chances of an immediate attack. Fire upon me they dared not. Helena's arm was about my shoul ders, and her cool, slim hand on my wrist. “Not that way, my- darling, I beg you. Let me play the hand.” “I entirely agree,” said Pharaoh. “You're much too mutton-fisted. But you mustn't become abusive. That’s really all Dewdrop meant.” "All right,” I said thickly. “You play it. I’ll manage to bide my time.” Tbe clasp on my shoulders tightened, but that was all. “What terms." said Helena, quietly, "do you suggest?" “Your word that you will do nothing before midday. That at that hour you two will be here, to take up the same positions you now lay down. That you will give no orders and make no sort of statement which might correct the Impression that I am your guest. In a word, I desire your parole—the pa role of you both.” “I give it," said Helena, quietly. “And Mr. Spencer?” said Pharaoh. Before I could speak— “I pledge his word,” said Helena. “That's good enough," said Pharaoh “Allow me to wish you good night.' He bowed and turned to the door. "Come, Dewdrop,” he said. • * • • • t • • Half ah hour had gone by, and I was sitting, brooding, on the side of my bed. I was clad In the Count’s pajamas and was wearing his dressing-gown. I had cleansed myself In the bathroom and staunched my wound. This, of course, was nothing, but because It was deep, It had bled a deal more freely than I had supposed. It certainly ached a lit tle, but I was more hungry than hurt I needed food very badly—to help me, body and soul. Sleep was out of the question. Besides. I did oot fee) tired.... (TO BE CONTINUED) TALL TALES 8 As Told to: FRANK E. HAGAN and ELMO SCOTT WATSON The Faithful Crutches M OST people know about the loy alty of dogs and other dumb aulmnls that serve mankind, but they do not realize that inanimate things are frequently Just as faithful. So says Herbert Sharpies of Montreal, Que., who tells this touching story of the faithful crutches. One day he saw a traveling doctor In the market place offering for sale a marvelous salve which, he claimed, would cure all Ills. One of the first purchasers was a man whose legs were so shriveled and twisted that he had to use crutches to get along. One min ute and eight seconds after he had nibbed some of the salve on his legs they were so straight and strong that he cast away his crutches and started to walk home without them. The doctor, having no use for the salve left In the box by the man, and noticing that the crutches were very dingy from long use, began rubbing some of the ointment on them to see if It would brighten them up. At once the crutches began to dance and caper around him, stopping now and then to admire each other’s bright, shiny ap pearance. Suddenly they paused in their an tics and the next moment they were trotting gaily down the street until they caught up with their former mas ter. After* that they walked sedately at his heels, ready to come to his as sistance If need be, even though, he hud cast them off without * single thought. Victims of Imagination J OSEPH THOMPSON, of Nashville, Tenn., who gets around the country quite a bit In his work for n railroad, is seldom surprised by the queer things that folks do—like putting tacks in a dining car meal, eating them and threatening to sue the carrier. The reason Joe preserves his calm is that once he o|>erated a farm and most everybody knows that the queer est sort of things are forever hapjien- ing there. Joe’s plantation featured fine hams and a herd of nervous goats but he still likes to talk about bis trials and tribulations with a patch of popcorn. “Never had any decent luck with the popcorn," Joe testifies. "Gets hot ns blazes down at Nashville and first thing you’d know my field would be gin to pop and I’d lose practically everything I’d put Into It. Don’t sup pose I ever got to market more than half a crop. “What I finally did was to plant the popcorn at a spot very close to the house. The noise of Its popping kept the children amused and sometimes they would be quiet for hours, just listening to the cheery noise of the popping corn. “One time, though, the whole fleli began to pop at the same time. The white pellets flew Into the air In a thick cloud and fell In the pasture with my nervous goats. Eighteen of the goats thought It was snowing gnd lay down and froze to death." Ancient Churchyard in Bronx A churchyard dating from colonial days Is situated to the heart of tht Bronx, where many immigrants lira. The Unfinished Story C HARLES M. WALKER tells tall tales because of silent hours with feeding sheep In the Big Horn moun tains ‘ of Wyoming. But, strangely enough, his favorite yarn concerns the heart of Chicago Instead of the great open spaces. “In 15128,” Charlie tells, “downtown Chicago had numerous banks and many bank vice presidents. Despite tlielr numbers, however, some of tbe latter were obsessed of self-importance. It is of one of these 1 sing. “He lived fashionably on the north, shore, commuting daily to.jthe loop. One crisp morning he discovered the family cat dead at his back door. It was only 18 paces^to a small garden but tbe banker revolted at being seen burying a cat. lie wrapped tbe car cass in oiled paper, Intending to cast it into the Chicago river which he al ways crossed downtown. “Two friends Joined him’-at the riv er’s edge, which meant that the parcel was cached in an empty safe deposit box at tbe bank. ^ “Homeward bound, the banker re trieved his demised animal, planning quick interment on recrossing the river. Once again, however, friends accom panied him. He boarded a crowded train, placed his ghastly parcel in a luggage rack. "At his station, the hanker seized a brown-paper parcel and bolted. Swal lowing pride, he decided on burial in (be garden. But when he opened the parcel there was revealed a T-bonq steak whicfi an unknown but soon.-to be-shocked commuter had selected." © Western Newspaper Union. Mystery Springs iu Queensland Fifty miles southeast of Boulla town ship, In tbe far west of Queenaland, are two mystery springs. One, known -1 Elizabeth spring, consists of a circular hole four or five feet in diameter In which tepid water Is continually b%b- bling ap and overflowing. The water, which Is perfectly clear. Is peculiar In that the human body cannot sink in it owing solely to the force of the wa ter bubbling up from below. About ‘90 yards away Is another called Lubra spring. Its water Is always Icy cold and Is Jet black. Vwr human bo^y sinks like a stone In It. According t<> the aborigines of tbe locality, the wafer In thla spring turned black ages ago when a lubra (native wouno) Jumped Into I! and was never seen again. 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