Bema ald,
Bellefonte, Pa, May 13, 1921.
Bull Dog Drummond
(Continued from page 2, Col. 2.)
After a while he began half-uncon-
sciously to talk aloud to himself, “Two
alternatives, old buck,” he remarked,
stabbing the air with his pipe. “One—
give the Potts bird up at Berners
street; two—do not. Number one—
out of court at once. Preposterous—
absurd. Therefore—number two holds
the field.” He rang the bell.
“James,” he said, as the door op-
ened, “take a piece of paper and a
pencil—if there’s one with a point—
and sit down at the table. I'm going
to think, and I'd hate to miss out any-
thing.”
His servant complied,
while silence reigned.
“First,” remarked Drummond, “put
down—‘They know where Potts is.’
Two—'They will try to get Potts.”
“Yes, sir,” answered Denny writing
busily.
“Three— ‘They wnl not get Potts.
Now, James, you've got to do some-
and for a
thing else. Rise and with your well-
known stealth approach the window,
and see if the watcher still watcheih
without.”
The servant took a prolonged sur-
vey, and finally announced that he
failed to see him.
“Then that proves conclusively that
he’s there,” said Hugh. “Write it down.
James: Four-—‘Owing to the watcher
without, Potts cannot leave the house
without being seen.’ Five—‘Potts must
leave the house without being seen.’
I want him, James, I want him all to
myself. He shall go to my cottage on
the river, and you shall look after
him.”
“Yes, sir,” returned James dutifully.
“And in order to get him there, we
must get rid of the watcher without.
How can we get rid of the bird—how
can we, James, I ask you? Why, by
giving him nothing further to watch
for. Once let him think that Potts
is no longer within, unless he’s an
imbecile he will no longer remain with-
out. Now trot along over, James, and
give my compliments to Mr. Darrell.
Ask him to come in and see me for a
moment. Say I'm thinking and daren’t
move.”
James rose obediently, and Drum-
mond heard him cross over the pas-
sage to the other suite of rooms that
Tay on the same floor. Then he heard
the murmur of voices, and shortly
afterward his servant returned.
“He is in his bath, sir, but he'll come
over as soon as he’s finished,” He
delivered the message and stood wait-
ing. “Anything more, sir?”
. “Yes, James. I feel cartair that
there's a lot. But just to carry on
with, I'll have another glass of beer.”
.- As the door closed, Drummond rose
and started to pace up and down the
room. The plan he had in his mind
>. was simple, but he was a man who
. believed in simplicity.
“Peterson will not come himself—
nor will our one and only Henry.
© Potts has not been long in the coun-
© try, which is all to the good. And if
it fails—we shan’t be any worse off
than we are now. Luck—that's all;
and the more you tempt her, the kind-
er she is,” He was still talking gently
to himself when Peter Darrell strolled
into the room.
“Can this thing be true, old boy,”
remarked the newcomer. “I hear you're
in the throes of a brain-storm.”
“l am, Peter. I want you to help
me.”
“All that I have, dear old flick, is
yours for the asking. What can I do?”
“Well, first of all, I want you to
come along and see the household
pet.” He piloted Darrell along the
passage to the American's room, and
opened the door. The millionaire
looked at them dazedly from the pil-.
lows, and Darrell stared back in
startled surprise.
“My God! What's the matter with
him?” he cried.
“I would give a good deal to know,”
said Hugh' grimly. Then he smiled
reassuringly at the motionless man,
and led the way back to the sitting-
room.
“Sit down, Peter,” he said. “Get
outside that beer and listen to me
carefully.”
. For ten minutes he spoke, while his
companion listened in silence. Gone
completely was the rather vacuous-
faced youth clad in a gorgeous dress-
ing-gown; in his place there sat a
keen-faced man nodding from time to
time as a fresh point was made clear.
' At length Hugh finished. “Will you
do it, old man?’ he asked.
+ “Of course,” returned the other.
“But wouldn't it be better, Hugh,” he
said pleadingly, “to whip up two or
three of the boys and have a real
scrap? I don’t seem to have anything
to do.”
Drummond shook his head decided-
ly. “No, Peter, my boy—not this show.
We're up against a big thing; and if
you like to come with me, I think
you'll have all you want in the scrap-
ping line before you're finished. But
this time, low cunning is the order.”
Darrell rose. “Right you are, dearie.
Your instructions shall be carried out
to the letter. Come and feed your
face with me.”
i: “This afternoon,
“Not today,” said Hugh. “I've got
quite a bit to get through this after-
, moon.”
.-As soon as Darrell had gone, Drom-
mond again rang the bell for his serv-
ant.
James, you and
Mrs. Denny will leave here and go to
Paddington. Go out by the front door,
and should you find yourselves being
followed—as you probably will be—
keep your heads. Having arrived at
the booking-office—take a ticket to
Cheltenham, say good-by to Mrs. Den-
ny in an impassioned tone, and exhort
her not to miss the next train to that
delectable inland resort. Then, James,
you will board the train for Chelten-
ham and go there. You will remain
there for two days. You will then
return here, and await further orders.
Do you get me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Your wife—she has a sister or
something, hasn't she, knocking about
somewhere?”
“She 'as a palsied cousin in Camber-
well, sir,” remarked James with justi-
fiable pride,
“Magnificent,” murmured Hugh.
“She will dally until eventide with
her palsied cousin—if she can bear
it—and then she must go by under-
ground to Ealing, where she will take
a ticket to Goring. I don’t think there
will be any chance of her being fol-
lowed—you'll have drawn them off.
When she gets to Goring, I want the
cottage got ready at once, for two vis-
itors.” He paused and lit 2 cigarette.
“Above all, James—mum’s the word.
As T told you a little while ago, the
game has begun. Now just repeat
what I've told you.”
He listened while his servant ran
through his instructions, and nodded
approvingly. “To think there are still
people who think military service a
waste of time!” he murmured. “Four
years ago you couldn't have got one
word of it right.” 3
He dismissed Denny, and sat down
at his desk. First he took the half-
tore sheet out of his pocket, and put-
ting it in an envelope, sealed it care-
fully. Then he placed it in another
envelope, with a covering letter to his
bank, requesting them to keep the in-
closure intact.
Then he took a sheet of notepaper,
and with much deliberation proceeded
to pen a document which afforded him
considerable amusement, judging by
the grin which appeared from time
to time on his face. This effusion he
also enclosed in a sealed envelope, !
which he again addressed to his bank.
Finally, he stamped the first, but not
the second—and placed them both in
his pocket,
With the departure of the Dennys
tor Paddington, which coincided most
aptly with the return of Peter Dar-
rell, a period of activity commenced in
Half Moon street. But being interior
tion
CLEAN-UP CAMPAIGN
TURE WITH MODERN TOWN
The spring clean-up time, now a
regular annual feature of town and
city life, can not be observed on farms
in the same season because of more
pressing work. Efforts are made con-
stantly, therefore, to encourage pick-
ing up the odds and ends about the
farms in the slack time between fall
planting and early spring. In many
towns, however, the home demonstra-
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DWELLERS.
agents give their organizing
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ability to furthering such work in the
early weeks of spring.
In Spokane, Wash, a campaign
called the “Alley and Back Yard
Beautiful,” began in 1919 to extend
through five years. This work was in-
itiated and guided by the city home
demonstration agent, whose reports
show excellent progress. Newspapers
give constant publicity to the work,
urging the repairing of screens, win-
dows, and outbuildings, and the plant-
ing of shrubbery, trees, and flowers.
In 1920, in the city of Spokane, more
than 8,000 grape cuttings and rooted
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plants were set out. The chamber of : Loan campaigns were carried forward
commerce supplied thousands of cir-
culars drawing attention to the duties sis
of citizenship, particularly for home | larly on conditions.
In many yards, as a result,
there are to be seen purple grapes, the
stately hollyhock, the modest fox-
glove, and many other flowers grow-
ing inside freshly painted fences. In
one yard, 50 by 142 feet, the hitherto
neglected vines produced more than a
ton of grapes last year.
this spring Spokane is being district-
ed for a beautification campaign to be
conducted precisely as the Liberty
during the war, each district under a
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activity, interfering in no way with
tne placid warmth of the street out- ;
side, the gentleman without, whom a
keen observer might have thought |
strangely interested in the beauties of |
tnat well-known thoreughfare—seeing
that he had been there for three hours
—remained serenely unconscious of it.
His pal had followed the Dennys to
Y'addington. Drummond had not come
out—and the watcher who watched
i without was beginning to get bored.
About 4:30 he sat up and took notice
as some one left the house; but it was
only the superbly dressed young man
whom he had discovered already was
merely a clothes-peg calling himself
Darrell.
The sun was getting low and the |
shadows were lengthening when a taxi
drove up to the door. Immediately
the watcher drew closer, only to stop
with a faint smile as he saw two men
get out of it. One was the immaculate
Darrell ; the other was a stranger, and
both were quite obviously what in the
vernacular is known as oiled.
“You prisheless ole bean,” he heard
Darrell say affectionately, “thish blink-
ing cabsh my show.”
The other man hiccoughed assent,
and leant wearily against the palings.
“Right,” he remarked, “ole friend of
me youth. It shall be ash you wish.”
With a tolerant eye he watched them
tack up the stairs, singing lustily in
chorus. Then the door above closed,
and the melody continued to float out
through the open window.
Ten minutes later he was relieved.
It was quite an unostentatious relief;
Another man merely strolled past him.
And since there was nothing to re-
port, he merely strolled away, He
, could hardly be expected to know that
up in Peter Darrell’s sitting-room, two
perfectly sober young men were con-
templating with professional eyes an
extremely drunk gentleman singing in
a chair, and that one of those two
sober young men was Peter Darrell.
Then further interior activity took
place in Half Moon street, and as the
darkness fell, silence gradually settled
on the house. .
Ten o'clock struck, then eleven—
and the silence remained unbroken. It
was not till eleven-thirty that a sud-
der small sound made Hugh Drum-
mond sit up in his chair, with every
nerve alert. It came from the direc-
tion of the kitchen—and it was the
sound he had been walting for.
Swiftly he opened his door and
passed along the passage to where
the motionless man lay still in bed.
“Hiram C. Potts,” he said in a low,
coaxing tone, “sit up and take your
semolina. Force yourself, laddie, force
yourself. I know it’s nauseating, but
doctor said no alcohol and very little
meat.”
(To be Continued..)
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