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EVEtoGf PUBLIC 'LEDaBEr-PHILADEajPHIA, THURSDAY, JANUABY 22, 1920
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THE MIDDLE TEMPLE MURDER
A Detective Story by J. S. Fletcher
THE GUMPS Panning a Partner
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Copyrlrht, 1020, by The Trlbuns Co.
By Sidney Smith
SYNOPSIS
Trent ftpargo, a voung London
newspaperman, on returning homo
from his work Me one night, is
traded by a couple of men peering
into a dait corner in an alleyway.
Investigation showed that a man was
reclining against a wall, and that he
was dead, murdered, it seemed. In
his pocket there is found the namo
and address "Ronald lireton, Banis
ter King's Bench Walk, Temple,
fondon." Spargo and Rathbury, the
detective, together with Breton, visit
the mortitary where the inuidered
man is , M7.f out after look,
ing steadily and earnestly at Mm,
Breton asserts that he docs not know
him. Spargo hears Breton aigur his
first case in court, and is introduied
1o Breton's fiance and sitter. Evelyn
nid Jessie Aylmorc. "Look." says
Jessie, "there's Mr. Elphnkl"
(AND HERE IT CONTINUES)
SPAUGO looked down at the person in
dicated: nu elderly, laisc-fuced
smooth-shaded man, a little Inclined to
BtoutnchS.ssho.Asigged owl gowned, was
f lowly making his way to a eorncr seut
iust outside tint charmed inner sanctum
wherein only king's counsel nte per
mitted to sit. He dropped luto this in a
fashion which showed that he ssns one
of those men who loved personal 15m-
fort; he bestowed ins piunip person hi
the most convenient angle and fitting n
monocle In his right eye, glanced around
him. Thero were a few of his profes
sional brethren In his vlcinitj ; there
were half n dozen solieitoia and their
clerks in conversation with one or other
of them; there were court ofnciuls, Ilut
the gentleman of the monocle swept nil
these with an iudlffeicnt look and cast
his eyes upward until he caught sight
of the two girls. Thereupon he made a
most gracious bow in their dircctiou ;
his broad face beamed in a genial unite,
and ho waved a white hand.
"Do you Know Mr. Klphick, Mr.
Spargo?" iuquiied the soungcr Miss
Aylmorc.
"I rather thiuU I've seen him, some
where about the Temple," uusucicd
Spirgo. "In fact, I'm sine I have."
"His chambers aio in I'aper Uuild
lags." 'aid Jc3s,ic.
"Sometimes lie gives tea nurtics in
thpm. He is Ilonnld's guardi.m, and
preceptor, and mentor, nnd nil that, and
I suppose he's dropped into this couit
to hear how his pupil goes on."
"lleie is Ronnld," whispered Miss
Aylmorc.
"And here." said her sister, "is his
lordship, looking very cross. Now, Mi.
Spargo, you're in foj: it."
Spargo, to tell the tiuth, paid little
attention to what went on beneath him.
The asc which young Breton pieseutly
opened was a commcicial oue. involv
ing certain rights and propeitles in a
promissory note ; it seemed to the jour
nalist that Breton dealt with it verv
well, showing himself inaster of the
financial details, and speaking with
renrflnpss nnd assuiauec. He was much
more interested in his companions, and
especially in the younger one. and he
was meditating on how he rould imniove
his fuither acquaintance when he awoke
to the fact that the defense, realizing
that it stood no chance, had agreed
to withdraw, and tha Mr. .lustice Bor
row was already gismg judgment iu
Ronald Breton's favor. Iu another
minutes he was walking out of the gal
lery iu rear of the two sisters.
"Very good very good, indeed," he
aaid, nbsentmindedly. "I thought he
pat his facts very clearly and con
cisely." Downstairs, in the coiridor, Itomld
Breton was talking to Mr. Ulphick.
He pointed a finger at Spargo as the
latter eume up with the gills: Spaigo
cathcrcd that Breton wns speaking of
the murder and of his. Spargo's, con
nection with it. And diiectlj they ap
proached, he spoke
"This is Mi. Snargo, subeditor of
the 'Watchman." Breton said. "Mr.
Klphlck Mi. Spargo. 1 was just tell
ing Mi. Ulphick, Spaigo, that ou saw
this poor man soon aftei he was found."
Spargo, glancing at .Mr. hiipincit, saw
that he was deeply interested. The
elderly barnstei took him literally
bj the buttonhole.
My ricai sir: lie saiu. 1011 saw
this poor fellow ? Living "dead in the
third tntiy down Middle Temple T.iue?
The third cutis, eh?"
"Yes," replied Spargo., simply. "1
saw him. It wus the third entiy."
"Siu&ukir!" said Mi. UlphicL, nuts
injly. "I know n man who liscs in
that house. In fact, I visited 111111 lust
night, ind did not leue until nearly
midnight. And this unfortunate man
had Mr. Uonald Bi don't, name and ad
dress iu his pocket?"
spargo nodded, lie looked at Breton,
and pulled out his watch. .lust then he
had no Idea of plnjlng the part of
informant to Mr. Rlphick.
lea, that's so," he nnswercd short
l). Then, looking at Breton signifi
cantly, he added, "If you can give me.
those few minutes, now?"
. "YeH Tesl" responded Uonald Bre
ton, nodding. "I understand. Evelyn
I 1 leave jou nnd Jefslc to Mr. 131
phlckj T must go."
Mr. Elphlck seized Spargo once more.
"My dear sir!" he said, cagcrlyi
"Do you do you think I could possi
bly see the body?"
"It's at tb.4 inortuury," answered
Spargo. "I dou't know what their
regulations are."
Then he escaped with Breton. They
had crossed Fleet street and wcie in
the quieter shades of the Temple before
Spaigo spoke.
"About what I wanted to say to
son," he said at last. "It was this.
I Well, I've nlwnjs wanted, aR a jour
nalist, to have a real big murder case.
I think this Is one. 1 want to go
right Into It thoroughly, first and lust.
Aud I think you can help me."
"How do ou know that it is a mur
der case?" naked Bieton quietly.
' It's a mmder rase, answered
.Spargo stolidly. "I feel it. Instinct,
perhaps. I'm going to ferret out the
truth. And It seems to me "
He paused and gasc his companion a
sharp glance.
"It seems to me." lie picscntly con
tinued, "that the clue lies in tliut scrap
of paper. That paper aud that man
are connecting links between jou nnd
soiticuou) else.
"roslbl, agreed Breton. "Xou
wunt to llud the somebody else?"
"I want 5011 to help me to find the
somebody else," answered Spargo. "I
belles 0 this is 11 big, very big affuir; I
want to do it. I don't believe iu police
methods much. By the bj, I'm Just
going to meet Ituthburj. Ho may have
hcaid of something. Would jou like
to tome?"
Breton ran into his chambers in
Kiug's Bench Walk, left his gown and
wig and walked loiind with Spargo
to the police office. Hathbury canje
out as the were stepping in.
"Oh!" he said. "Ah ! I've got what
may bo helpful, Mr. Spaigo. I told
you I'd sent a man to Fiskie's, the
hatter? Will, he's just returned. The
cap which the dead mau was weariug
wjj bought at Tiskie's jc.tcrdaj aft
ernoon and it was sent to Mi. Mar
bui, Hoom "0, at the Anglo-Oiicnt
Hotel."
"Where is that?" asked Spargo.
"Wat.rloo district," nuswercd Itath
burj. "A small house, I belles c. Well,
I'm going theie. Ale jou louring?"
"Yes," lepliid Spargo. "Of coinsc.
Aud Mi. Bieton wunts to come, too."
"If I'm not in the wu,j," said Bre
ton. Knthbury laughed.
"Well, we mu hud out something
about this sciup of paper," lip observ
ed. And he waved a signal to the near
est taicab driser.
CIIAPT1SK IV
The Anglo-Oileut Hotel
THU house at which Spargo-and Ills
companions presently drew up was
an old-fashioned place in the immediute
vicinity of Waterloo Itailway Station
a plain.-fionted, four-square election,
essentially mid-Victoii 111 in nptienr
nncc, and suggestue, somehow, of the
sery eaily dajs of lailuus trusoling.
AuTthing more iu contiast with the
modern ideas of a hotel it would have
been difficult to iind in London, and
Uonald Breton said so us he and thc
others crossed the paseiucut.
"And jet a good manv people used
to favor this place on their ai to und
fiom Southampton in the old dins,"
remarked Hathbury. "And I daresaj
that old travelers, coming back from the
Kast aftei a good m.inj jt.us' absence,
still rush in here. You see, it's dose
to the station, and tiavclers have a
knack of walking into the nearest place
when they've a few thousand miles of
steamboat and railway train behind
them. Look theie. now."
Thev had crossed the thieshold as the
detective spoke, and ns tbes enteied a
square, hcasils furnished hall he mude
a sidelong motion of his head toward a
bai on the left, wheicin stood or lumg
ed a number of men .who fiom their
gencril appearance, their slouched hats
aud their bioncd faces appealed to be
Colonials. 01, at nus rate, to have spent
n good part of their time beneath ori
mt.il skies. There was a murium of
tongues tliut hud a Colonial accent 111
it; an uioiuu of tobacco that suggested
Sumatra aud Tuchinopolj, and Until
buij wagged his head sngelj. "JM
ou am thing the dtad man wus a Colo
nial, Mr. Spaigo." he remarked. "Well
now, I bupposc thut's the landlord and
the landlady."
(CONTINUEt7TOMOnnOW)
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DREAMLAND ADVENTURES
MR. MOON LOSES HIS HEAD
IUy DADDY
(Pegny ti culled to the Moon to
Mn the Man nt the Moon to find hit
lost head. Hhc learns that ho 7im
thirteen heads, only one of which he
luars at a time.)
CHAPTER IV
Air. Moon Changes
T'10LL you I had thirteen heads,"
nclaimed the Man iu the Moon,
burning balmll on Peggy. "How ilo
Ju like this one?"
Pfggv looked ut him critically. Nhe
Jfallv inuldn't bee much difference be
tween this head und the one Hint had
wn knocked off and lost. In shape
W seemed ns much alike as two peas,
let in spite of this they were not ulto
ffther the name. There was something
tout this head that made it tcem more
th and much nicer than the other
otld.
I think T like this head better." snid
Jtjy hnally. "There is Bninctliing
bout it that ts Tcry ngrccnble."
."U, la, why shouldn't there be?"
AW the Man in the Moon, grin
' from enr to ear. "This la my
V 5 raQ llo"ev Moou head, while the
"4 that was knocked off wus my cold
"ary Skating Moon head. Hummer
Rmays morc Pleui"t than winter."
Hi? iVl Wno was counting tho round
? oikks earned bv ltnlkv Snm'H kick.
"I same. iinHrimi iiru i,nn,i ,.f u.ia
mm 0u.,3,,',6t bet summer Is best," he
Si... ln Uc 5ou all this sreen
'?lme al the venr nrnnml .
h.v?,u.W? t bfibo me. As I chanse
Sjfai3s, the earth changes, too," bald
lb llD '" the. Mf,0 Proudly. Xok
.,-.'. my ipieHfnnn nml Bnn l,n,w I
J the seasons."
PeSeV nn,l T1MI
d . ,VT "'"' ww into tne teie
Cd th,.We dStcU at 'what they
"n clJi. . ll10 l:urtl1 fce'ne'l brought
iL.1.'."? o them nml lnnU,I llln n
"Mv Rt'1?TlnR I't'TC
"Xlore thfy f,t0rTI1.y JIoul bd lost
"J Susn Mfc0 Kl I,,UV0 t0 be'!l "lth
i ? Muff.rM??.nJ hMl-tlie heil I wear
mZi, a put.on tho SuSaf Moon
""splctiM.r i If' ? Bnow Meit across
m T1V1.1 "i' ,c,cl,Pe liouterous
.. "llrleil nert.nnH ntnnf (,,
fusion. A wail arose from Monti Tolks.
legg tinned uwaj from the telescope
to find them slinking aud shiveuug
Hut; the Man in the Moon onh
atigh.d and .hinged to the head of
the Waking Moon. He pointed to tho
ele'eope, und Peggv and Hillv, as thev
looked, thrilled with pleasure. They
kiw spring coming to the eaith, balms
bnezes blowing, exenbodj hinlling.
Next wns the riowcr Moon, and as it
shone, buds buist on plunts and trees.
m tne iiouej .Moon," laughed
the Man in the Moon, returning to th
head lie hud worn before the Sugar
Moon. IVggv gao a cry of joy. In
the telescope was one of the pettiest
pictures she had evci seen joung folks
strolling iu the moonlight sweethearts
whispering to each other a lake glis
tening like silver the whole world a
place of delight.
"Keep jour Honev Moon head on.
heep the woild benutiful!" cried Bill.
"Keep jour Honev Moon head on. Keep
us warm alwajs." echoed the Moon
1'olks. Hut the Man iu the Moon onlj
laughed and went on chnnging his
heads, like nn actor changes his cos
tumes. As he wore the tlrowiug Moon
head the crops pushed up iu the ground
The Slimmer Moon saw them ripen und
the Hurt est Moon saw them gathered
into tho barn. Then eume the ohillv
Pumpkin Moon, the shivers Nutting
Moon, und the nipping Hunting Moou,
inch a bit frostier than the one before.
And ns the moons grew colder, the wails
of the Moon Tolks grew louder.
"Now watch for the Chrlstmus Moon
and Hanta Claus," cried the Man in the
Moon, taking off his Hunting Moon
head. Billy slipped away and whis
pired to the Moon Folks, leaving Peggs
watching alone. Pebbv looked and
looked eagerly for the Christmas Moon
nnd for Santa Claus, but neither Moon
nor Santa Claus appeared.
Then there, was a strange little scurry
behind her, and a giggle. Peggy whiiled
around just In time to see Billy, Balky
Sam and the Moon Tolks diving luto
the dark passageway that led to the
depths of the Moon. They were run
ning away with all the heads of the
Man In the Moon all except the Ilunt
iug Mood head, which h had taken off
whi)e he groped for tho Christmas
Moon,
(Tonorrow will be CW ow the
Man in tVt Moon thfi Xlllp.)
The Young Lady Across the Way
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ANOTHER PROTEST AGAINST INCREASED PRICES
Up FONTAINE FOX I "CAP" STUDBSOne on Tippie
The joung lads across the sa
sajs she saw in the paper that a
single deposit of soda In British
Kast Afrlcn contains more than
1!00,000,0()0 tons aud it seems as it
this ought to Keep the fountains
supplied for a good many jcars,
escu ssith the increased deuiaud
under prohibition.
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REFUSED TO POT AN EDGE ON
, - THE SKATES OF THE LEADER
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