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NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
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AulKor of T3heAMMEUR CPAOySMAN,
RAFFLES. Etc.
ILLUSTRATIONS fey O. IR.WUS MYERS
COfVRIOHT OV POBPJ -/"VBglLl COWA^y-
CHAPTER XIII—Continued.
—12—
And yet he seemed to make no se-
cret of It; and yet—It did explain
bis whole conduct since lauding, as
Toye had said.
She could only shut her eyes to
what must have happened, even as
Cazalet himself had shut his all this
wonderful week, that she had forgot-
ten all day In her Ingratitude, but
would never, In all her days, forget
again!
"There won't be another case," she
heard herself saying, while her
thoughts ran ahead or lagged behind
like sheep. "It'll never come out—I
know It won't."
"Why shouldn't It?" he asked so
sharply that she had to account for
the words, to herself as well as to
him.
"Nobody knows except Mr. Toye,
and he means to keep It to himself."
"Why should he?"
"I don't know. He'll tell you hlm-
■elf."
"Are you sure you don't know?
What can he have to tell me? Why
should he screen me, Blanche?"
His eyes and voice were furious
with suspicion, but still the voice was
lowered.
"He's a Jolly good sort, you know,"
said Blanche, as If the whole affair
was the most ordinary one In the
world. But heroics could not have
driven the sonse of her remark more
forcibly home to Cazalet.
"Oh, he Is, Is he?"
"I've always found him so."
"So have 1, the little I've seen of
him. And I don't blame him for get-
ting on my tracks, mind you; he's a
bit of a detective, I was fair game,
and he did warn me in a way. That's
why I meant to have the week—" He
stopped and looked away.
"I know. And nothing can undo
that," she only said; but her voice
swelled with thanksgiving. And Caza-
let looked reassured; the hot suspi-
cion died out of his eyes, but left them
gloomily perplexed.
"Still, I can't understand It. I don't
believe it, either! I'm In his hands.
What have 1 done to be saved by
Toye? He's probably scouring Lon-
don for me—if he isn't watching this
window at this minute!"
He went to the curtains as he spoke.
Simultaneously Blanche sprang up, to
entreat him to fly while he could. That
had been her first object in coming to
him aB she had done, and yet, once
with him, she had left it to the last!
And now It was too late; he was at
the window, chuckling significantly
to himself; be had opened it, and he
was leaning out.
"That you, Toye, down there? Come
up and show yourself! I want to see
you."
He turned in time to dart In front
of the folding doors as Blanche
■•eached them, white and shuddering.
The flush of impulsive bravado fled
from his face at the sight of hers.
" You can't go In there. What's the
matter?" he whispered. "Why should
you be afraid of Hilton Toye?"
How could she tell him? Before she
had found a word, the landing door
opened, and Hilton Toye was in the
room, looking at her.
"Keep your voice down," said Caza-
let anxiously. "Even if It's all over
with me but the shouting, we needn't
start the shouting here!"
He chuckled savagely at the jest;
and now Toye stood looking at him.
"I've heard all you've done," contin-
ued Cazalet. "I don't blame you a bit.
If it had been the other way about, I
might hav& given you less run for
your money. I've heard what you've
found out about my mysterious move-
ments, and you're absolutely right as
far aB you go. You don't know why
I took the train at NapleB. and trav-
eled across Europe without a hand-
bag. It wasn't quite the put-up Job
you may think. But, If it makes you
any happier, I may as well tell you
that 1 was at Uplands that night, and I
did get out through the foundations!"
The Insane impetuosity of the man
was his master now. He was a living
fire of impulse that had burst Into a
blaze.
"I always guessed you might be
crazy, and I now know it," said Hilton
Toye. "Still, I Judge you're not so
crazy as to deny that while you were
In that house you struck down Henry
Craven and left him for dead?"
Cazalet stood like red-hot stone.
"Miss Blanche," said Toye, turning
to her rather shyly, "I guess I can't
do what I said Just yet. I haven't
breathed a word, not yet, and perhaps
I never will, if you'll come away with
me now—back to your home—and
never see Henry Craven's murderer
again!"
"And who may he be?" cried a
voice that brought all three face-
about.
The folding-doors bad opened, and a
fourth figure was standing between
the two rooms.
CHAPTER XIV.
The Person Unknown.
The intruder was a shaggy elderly
man, of so cadaverous an aspect that
hii; face alone cried for his death-bed;
and his gaunt frame took up the cry,
as it swayed upon the threshold in
dressing-gown and bedroom sllpperB
that Toye instantly recognized as be-
longing to Cazalet. The man bad a
shock of almost white hair, and a less
gray bear.d clipped roughly to a point.
An unwholesome pallor marked the
fallen features; and the envenomed
eyes burned low in their sockets, as
they dealt with Blanche but fastened
on Hilton Toye.
"What do you know about Henry
Craven's murderer?" he demanded In
a voice between a croak and a crow.
"Have they run in some other poor
devil, or were you talking about me?
If so, I'll start a libel action, and call
Cazalet and that lady as witnesses!"
"This is Scruton," explained Cazalet,
"who was only liberated this evening
after being detained a week on a charge
that ought never to have been brought,
as I've told you both all along." Scru-
ton thanked him with a bitter laugh.
"I've brought him here," concluded
Cazalet, "because I don't think he's
fit enough to be about alone."
"Nice of him, Isn't It?" Bald Scru-
ton bitterly. "I'm so fit that they
wanted to keep me somewhere else
longer than they'd any right; that may
be why they lost no time in getting
hold of me again. Nice, considerate,
kindly country! Ten years Isn't long
enough to have you as a dishonored
guest. 'Won't you come buck for
another week, and see If we can't ar-
range for a nice little sudden death
and burial for you?' But they couldn't
you see, blaBt 'em!"
He subsided into the best chair in
the room, which Blanche had wheeled
up behind him; a moment later he
looked round, thanked her curtly, and
lay back with closed eyes until sud-
denly he opened them on Cazalet.
"And what was that you were say-
ing—that about traveling across Eu-
rope and being at Uplands that night?
I thought you came round by sea?
And what night do you mean?"
"The night it all happened," said
Cazalet steadily.
"You mean the night some person
unknown knocked Craven on the
head?"
"Yes."
The sick man threw himself for-
ward In the chair. "You never told
me this!" he cried suspiciously; both
the voice and the man seemed strong-
er.
"There was no point in telling you."
"Did you see the person?"
"Yes."
"Then he isn't unknown to you?"
"I didn't see him well."
Scruton looked sharply at the two
mute listeners. They were very in-
tent. indeed. "Who are these people,
Cazalet? No! I know one of 'em,"
he answered himself in the next
breath. "It'B Blanche Macnair, isn't
it? I thought at first it must be a
younger sister grown up like her.
You'll forgive prison manners. Miss
Macnair, if that's still your name. You
look a woman to trust—if there is
one—and you gave me your chair.
Anyhow, you've been in for a penny
and you can stay In for a pound, as
fur as I care! But who's your Amer'-
can friend, Cazalet?"
"Mr. Hilton Toye, who spotted that
I'd been all the way to Uplands and
back when 1 claimed to have been in
Rome!"
There was a touch of Scruton's bit-
terness in Cazalet's voice; and by
tome subtle process it had a distinctly
mollifying effect on the really embit-
tered man.
"What on earth were you doing at
Uplands?" he asked, in a kind of con-
fidential bewilderment.
"I went down to see a man."
Toye himself could not have cut and
measured more deliberate monosyl-
lables.
"Craven?" suggested Scruton.
"No; a man I expected to find at
Craven's."
"The writer of the letter you found
at Cook's office in Naples the night
you landed there, I guess!"
It really was Toye this time, and
there was no guesswork in his tone.
Obviously he was speaking by his lit-
tle book, though he had not got It out
| again
j "How do you know I went to
j Cook's?"
"I know every step you took be-
tween the Kaiser Fritz and Charing
j Cross and Charing Cross and the
| Kaiser Fritz!"
I Scruton listened to this interchange
j with keen attention, hanging on each
I man's lips with his sunken eyes; both
took It calmly, but Scruton's surprise
I was not hidden by a sardonic grin,
j "You've evidently had a stern chase
| with a Yankee clipper!" said he. "If
he's right about the letter, Cazalet, I
should say so; presumably it wasn't
from Craven himself?"
"No."
"Yet it brought you across Europe
to Craven's house?"
"Well—to the back of his house! I
expected to meet my man on the
liver."
"Was that how you missed him more
or less?"
"I suppose It wa«."
Bcruton ruminated a little, broke
Into his offensive laugh, and checked
it instantly of bis own accord. "This
Is really Interesting," he croaked.
"You get to London—at what time
was It?"
"Nominally three-twenty-five; but
the train ran thirteen minutes late,"
said Hilton Toye.
"And you're on the river by what
time?" Scruton asked Cazalet.
"I walked over Hungerford bridge,
took the first train to Surbiton. got a
boat there, and Just dropped down with
the stream. I don't suppose the whole
thing took me very much more than
an hour."
"Aren't you forgetting something?*
Bald Toye.
"Yes, I was. It was I who tele-
phoned to the house and found that
Craven was out motoring; so there
was no hurry."
"Yet you weren't going to see Henry
Craven?" murmured Toye.
Cazalet did not answer. His last
words had come in a characteristic
burst; now he hnd his mouth shut
tight, and his eyes were fast to Scru-
ton. He might have been In the wit-
ness-box already, a doomed wretch
cynically supposed to be giving evi-
dence on his own behalf, but actually
only baring his neck by inches to the
rope, under the Joint persuasion of
Judge and counsel. But he had one
friend by him still, one who had
edged a little nearer In the pause.
"But you did see the man you went
to see?" said Scruton.
Cazalet paused. "I don't know.
Eventually somebody brushed past me
in the dark. I did think then—but 1
can't swear to him even now!"
"Tell us about it."
"Do you mean that, Scruton? Do
you insist on hearing all that hap-
pened? I'm not asking Toye; he can
do as he likes. But you, Scruton—
you've been through a lot, you know—
you ought to have stopped in bed—do
you really want this on top of all?"
"Go ahead," said Scruton. "I'll have
a drink when you've done; Bomebody
give me a cigarette meanwhile."
Cazalet supplied the cigarette,
struck a match, and held it with un-
faltering hand. The two men's eyes
met strangely across the flame.
"I'll tell you all exactly what hap-
pened; you can believe me or not as
you like. You won't forget that I
SULLIVAN WAS REALLY WORLD'S CHAMPION
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Any man whose will power is all In
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Dr. Pierce'B Pellets are best for liver,
bowels and stomach. One little Pellet for
a laxative—three for a cathartic.—Adv.
Italy's imports in the first si*
months of 1915 were valued at $325,-
794,650; exports, $246,026,660.
John L. Sullivan.
"What Do You Know About Henry
Craven's Murderer?"
knew every inch of the ground—ex-
cept one altered bit that explained
itself." Cazalet turned to Blanche
with a significant look, but she only
drew an inch nearer still. "Well, it
was in the little creek, where the boat-
house is, that 1 waited for my man.
He never came—by the river. 1 heard
the motor, but it wasn't Henry Cra-
ven that I wanted to see, but the man
who was coming to Bee him. Even-
tually I thought I must have made a
mistake, or he might have changed
his mind and come by road The
dressihg-gong had gone; at least 1
supposed it was that by the time. It
was almost quite dark, and I landed
and went up the path past the back
premises to the front of the house. So
far I hadn't seen a soul, or been seen
by one, evidently; but the French win
dows were open in what used to be
my father's library, the room was
all lit up, and just as I got there a
man ran out into the flood of light
and—"
"I thought you said he brushed by
you In the dark?" Interrupted Toye.
"I was in the dark; so was he in an-
other second; and no power on earth
would induce me to swear to him. Do
you want to hear the rest, Scruton, or
are you another unbeliever?"
"I want to hear every word—more
than ever!"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Poor Speculation.
In theory It is good to go about shed
ding Bunshine and making two smiles
grow where one groan grew before,
but in practice the pursuit Is some-
times unpleasantly painful. Should
you, at the dinner table in the board-
ing house which you infest, humorous-
ly request the waitress to fetch you a
few capsules in which to take your
butter, or inform the landlady that she
does not really keep her boarders
longer than any other reduced gentle-
woman in that part of town, but in-
stead keeps them so much thinner
that they look longer, you may win a
few pale smiles from your fellow
guests, but the mistress of the man-
sion will soak you two dollars more
per week for your wit—Kansas City
Star.
Apt to Be Costly.
W'tfe — Oh, Tom, I dreamed last
night that you bought me a beautiful
automobile.
Hub—Good heavens! You'll ruin
me with your extravagant dreams.
The question asked most in pugilis-
tic circles is: "Was John L. Sullivan
ever champion of the world?" This
has been answered in the affirmative
as well as the negative, noted critics
disagreeing as to whether or not Sul-
livan really held the title. Tom An-
irews of Milwaukee, a well-known
sporting authority, declares Sullivan
was in reality the champion. An-
drews burrowed Into ancient pugilistic
history and unearthed the following
facts to uphold him in his contention:
In 1869 Tom Allen, heavyweight
champion of England, and Mike Mc-
Coole, an American, fought for the
world's championship near St. Louis,
and McCoole won on a foul in the
ninth round. In 1873 Allen and Mc-
Coole staged another battle and on
that occasion Allen was the victor.
That victory restored the champion-
ship to him.
Late in 1873 Joe Goss of England
came to America and fought Allen
near Covington, Ky. Goss won on a
foul in the twenty-seventh round. In
1880 Paddy Ryan fought Goss at Col-
lier, W. Va., and won the decision in
the eighty-seventh round. February
7, 1882, John L. Sullivan met Ryan at
Mississippi City for $5,000 a side and
knocked out Ryan in the ninth
round.
Goss beat Allen, Ryan beat Goss,
and Sullivan beat Ryan, so why
shouldn't Sullivan be looked upon as
the world's champion after his viotory
lover Ryan? asks Andrews.
} Sullivan's victory over Ryan, and
the victories of the other champions
before Ryan and Sullivan were under
the old London prize ring rules, but
those were the rules that really gov-
j erned in those days, and it was under
these rules that champions were made
and unmade. In further argument
that Sullivan was champion of the
world Andrews cites these facts:
In 1885 Jem Smith claimed the
LITTLE PICK®
- or 5P0&T •
The Dale Axworthy trotter Yace
G., 2:09*4, is an M. & M. probability.
We notice that even when a fighter
Is trained to the minute he needs a
lot of seconds.
• • •
Fielder Jones says that he is going
, to catalogue George Sisler as a pitch-
er instead of an outfielder.
• • •
One writer calls Joe Stecher a tonic
to the ■wrestling game. Wrestlers say
he's more like chloroform.
Ad Wolgast admits he has taken a
lot of punishment', but says a good
deal of it was on his knuckles.
• * •
There's a big difference in cham-
pions. Willard want3 to fight but
can't. Welsh can fight, but won't.
. * .
| That wrestler who wore a mask in
j New York bouts was simply following
In the footsteps of other hold-up men.
• * *
The baseball players whose salaries
are now being cut are probably be-
I ginning to realize the horrors of
peace.
• • ♦
Judge Ormonde, 2:02%, Is winter-
ing so well that Valentine thinks h9
will be a star among the free-Jor-all
pacers.
• * •
Maybe Eddie McGoorty Is convinced
o&w that Les Darcy can knock him
heavyweight title of England. Jack
Davis rose up to dispute it, and the
men were matched for a $500 side bet.
Smith won and was acclaimed the
heavyweight champion of England.
December 19, 1887, Smith and Kilrain,
an American, fought 106 rounds to a
draw in Isle des Souverains, France.
July 8, 1889, Sullivan and Kilrain met
in Richburg, Miss., and fought with
bare knuckles, as had Smith and Kil-
rain. Sullivan defeated Kilrain in 75
rounds, the battle lasting two hours
and sixteen minutes.
Smith was only the champion of
England, asserts Andrews. The best
he could do against Kilrain was a
draw. Sullivan, however, beat Kil-
rain, so why shouldn't Sullivan have
been entitled to the world's champion-
ship without a question of doubt?
Some folks, mostly English, were of
the opinion that Charlie Mitchell
shared the championship honors with
Sullivan because he held Sullivan to
a 39-round draw in Chantilly, France,
but Mitchell didn't skare the honor.
The championship was Sullivan's un-
til he was beaten; a draw scored by
an opponent against the champion
does not halve the championship. The
rule on this question is plain.
Sullivan's fight with Kilrain was the
last bare-knuckle battle. Boxing
gloves were introduced shortly after-
ward and Sullivan popularized them
by using them in all his theatrical
work thereafter. He traveled all over
the world, met all comers and beat
them all until Jim Corbett crossed his
path.
Corbett certainly was entitled to the
world's championship because he
fought Peter Jackson, the negro, who
was champion of Australia, to a 61-
round draw in 1891; beat Sullivan in
21 rounds September 7, 1892, and Jan-
uary 26, 1904, scored a knockout in
three rounds over Charlie Mitchell,
who was then champion of England.
out. Les has turned the trick twice.
| That ought to be enough.
* * *
Clarlte Griffith and Pat Moran both
say they will take back no contract
Jumper, but, of course, thera will be
no blacklist. Certainly not!
• * *
Modest Mike Gibbons believes $25,-
000 is what he should get to fight Les
Darcy, the Australian bogey man,
Safaty first is Michael's motto.
* * *
Ad Wolgast figures on quitting the
ring. Ad's a bum mathematician. Ho
has been figuring that way for years
and hasn't got the answer yet.
• • •
Jimmy Callahan, new Pittsburgh
manager, may make over the club,
but won't have to spend much ttae
teaching his shortstop how to hit.
• • *
Evidently an auto racer's neck isn't
worth as much as it used to be. The I
purse for the Memorial day race at In- j
dianapolis has been cut from $50,000 |
to $30,000.
* • •
Baseball is one of the greatest civ-
ilizing influences Uncle Sam has
taken to Panama, says a story. In I
the U. S. it has made a lot of people
uncivilized.
« • •
Wrestling has reached the point J
where writers fail to talk United
States. A news item says: "Willough-
by won with a head chancery, bar j
arm and grapevine."
* * •
A golfer has trained an Irish ter-
rier to retrieve balls for him and do
general caddy work, but it won't seein
natural until the brute has learned to
steal a few 75-centers and smoke cig-
arettes back of a tree.
Piles Cured in 6 to 14 Days
Druggists refund money If PAZO OINTMHNT fails
to cure Itching. Blind, Bleeding or Protruding
Piles. First application glyes relief 60c.
Misunderstood.
"Are you a plain cook?"
"I suppose I could be purtier, mum.''
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle of
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infants and children, and see that it
Bears the
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In Use for Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher's Castoria
Only Part of the Obligation.
Patient—Doc, I owe you my life.
Doctor—Yes, and that isn't all.—
Minnesota Minnehaha.
TAKES OFF DANDRUFF
HAIR STOPS FALLING
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Within ten minutes after an appli-
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A little Danderine immediately dou-
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Get a 25 cent bottle of Knowlton's
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that your hair is as pretty and soft
as any—that it has been neglected or
injured by careless treatment—that's
all—you surely can have beautiful hair
and lots of it if you will Just try a lit-
tie Danderine. Adv.
Taste in Reading.
"Oliver's taste for books seems to
be improving."
"I'm very glad to hear that. But
are you quite sure about it?"
"Perfectly sure. Last week I caught
him perusing a five-cent hair raiser,
and this week he is reading nothing
but dime novels. That's a hundred
per cent improvement:"
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