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THE M1DDLETEMPLE MURDER
A Detective Story
rnmirieht. t!0. Fren A. Knopr.
cS"'0'lvJ!iL''ubHv L"""!T Co-
SYNOPSIS
Frank Spargo, o young .London
neteseapcrman, returning homo from
in pceri(7 "M? corner 0 art
iAiu. vM(ijan reveals a
. 41, murdered, It teemed. In
Breton, Barrister, A.tiff s .Bene
ffolfc, Temple, London.' Brcloii
uteris lie does not know the man. At
iL hotel where he Mopped he regit'
itrtiai "John Marbury." ffo re
Kiwi but one visitor, loll well
tretied man. Itepdercd whisky aiid
uiaoni paid lor it from a handful of
uttreions, but ho, hadn't a penny
".! A-.. . ...... ;n.,Mn
niece on mm wc " -"
We had jutt arrived from Australia.
Bwto bend's every energy to di
ciur the murderer and supply his
Zetr teilh the newm William Web
ifr tells him of being in company
"it Marbury the night of themur
ter. "Tell mc what happened," eatd
Spargo.
AND HEBE
IT CONTINUES)
HlljEhij, sir, mere was u scuununu
vv
f eamo along, down this grand hall
that wo were sitting in 11 tall, baud-
some gentleman, with a gray nouni. 11c u
no baton, and he was currying 11 lot Of
pjpr and documents in his hand, to I
thought he was happen on? of the mem
ben. And all of n sudden this here
man' at my B'do nc llrap3 up wlth a
sort of itart ana an cmmaiwu,
S.V& " ,,.,.j V. 1,J TTn 1nnV,l
ifnlr at his visitor.
imI .nn'rff nhsolutclv mi re about
what vou heard him exclaim?" he asked.
Quite sure about it? Bccauhc I see
vou are joing to tell us what ho did
exclaim. .,.,..1 ........ t
"111 tell jOll nougui mil wimi 1 "i
IcMtaln of. sir," replied weosier.
"What nc saia us hw jumimi ujp
Good God!' he says, tharp- ike arid
then he taid a name, ami 1 1 mu 1 ngui.
catch it, but it pounded like Hanes
uorth or Pniucsworth, or something of
that sort one of them thcie, or vrrj
like em, at any um-. ivii'i un;u uv
t .. . . Al.tri lint A fflllltlllltintl llllll
msnen up 10 inin 11, -.y .... mu... ......
laid his linnu on "" """'
like
"And the gcntlemairV" alu-d Spur-
s!..q?,.,1.:. 1 ...... ..1 .- .i..
Jle jumpAfl. Thcu lu htarod at the
Iman. J.nen iiie.v miuwr muiu-. mu
Ethw. after they'd hpoKen u lew worua
together like, they walked off, tntklng.
utncl, or coursi, x ji,-,t, pm, w ihwh,
W 'cm. Hut wheu I taw our paper
I this morning, sir, ami that picture 111
it. I said to myEflf 'That's the man I
at next to in that there hall at the
House of Commons!' Oh, there no
doubt of it, sir!"
"And supposing you saw n pnoio-
Icrapli of the tali gentleman with tne
kray beard?" suggested Spargo. "Could,
"Make no doubt of it, eir," an
swered Mr.. Webtter. "I observed him
irtlcular.
Snargo rose, and going over to a
cabinet, took from it a thick vol-
hime, tue leaves ot wnicn nc mrncu over
tfor several times.
'Tome here, it jou please, Jir.
m'ebtter," he said.
The farmer went ncros-s tne 100m.
"There is a .full feet of photographs
of members of the preeut House
pf Commons" "here," said hpargo.
".Now, pick out U10 oue ou baw.
Take your ttme and bo sure."
He left his caller turning over the
album and went back to Breton.
"There 1" he whispered. "(Jetting
nearer a bit nearer en.'"
"To what?" asked Breton. "I
don't se! "
A sudden, exclamation from the
farmer interrupted Breton's remark.
1 "This is" hitri, sir!" answered Mr.
Webster "That's the gentleman
know him anywhere!"
The two jounc men crossed the room
ITbe farmer was pointing 11 stubby linger
to a photograph, beneath which was
written Stephen Aylmorc, Esq., M. P.
for BrooUminster.
CHAPTER VII
Mr. Aylmoro '
JPAUGO, Keenly observant and watch -
' ful. felt, rather than baw. Hrotou
Iitart: hf himself preserved an imper
turbable cnunnimitv. He bhi 11 iiippi.
Islonce at the photograph to which Mr.
it rosier was pointing.
un! 110 said. "That he?"
'That's thr, ffpnllpmnn. .ir." rnnlicH
Webster. "Done to the life, that ia
No difficulty in recognizing of that, Mr.
Spargo."
xou're absolutely sure?" demanded
Spargo. "Thefe aro a lot of men in
the House of Commons, you know, who
wear beards and many of tho beards
t grav."
out Webster wagged hU head.
"Xbat'shim, sir!" bo repeated. "I'm
DREAMLAND ADVENTURES
THE GIANT OF MOVIE LAND
Ily DADTiV
(Ptaau. Billti. thn flinnt nf the
rTooti. and Ihrir nntmnl and bird
friends explore a charming deserted
city where they come upon a woeful
mart tofto proves to be a moving-pie-tore
maler.)
CHAPTER III
Red Beard Again
pEGGY had no fear of the woeful man
afl fctlft kfflrfA tnrwnril tt onmfrtrt
um, but tho nearer sho drew to him
toe faster her courage oozed away. Tho
woeful man did not seo her at first, but
ept on rocking back and forth on his
"eels as ho gave vent to his moans and
swans,
Alas and nlnoV. Iimv rnn T mnko mv
moving picture now that all my actors
Wve the measles?" wailed the woeful
"n. "And if I do not make my nic-
"ire how can tho moving-picture man
Jttr give his show? And if tho moving-
PICtUrn manpiui. 't !.... l,U ulinu'
"tt will an the meu nud the women
ana the boys and the girls do for amusc
f'ow Alas and alack, where can I get
other actors?"
feggy stepped forward.
'ease, sir, we will be your actors
J,, ,He'n you mako your moving pic
toft" she said.
M, woe'ul man looked up quickly and
P'S ties hlllfrrwl rottl, Diinrlon no hn nnw
L - - --o- ,, .v.. ut... eu .,, " w..
if m u wbcn Fcggy St a Bd look
I nm her eyes bulccd with surnrise.
iiii' aad. sn! would havo run away if
C:7- aPd we Giant of tho Woods hadn'
:"" .r'K,nt behind her. And she was
""prised because the woeful man was
SP"uer than Red Beard, the brother
nr.Sluc Beard' whom "bo had met in
'iu5 aaventures.
. .ed BrArH nataf lli. lnAr nP fani. unma
V?cr eyes and ho spoke up quickly,
aid "Vdo not bo ofrald ' me'" he
1. ;; 'i 11 iruc, you nave muwu uio
bufTi.pa6t as the wicked Red Beard.
k!L,avc reformed. I am now a poor,
,.'', woving-picturo director, and,
, ..' a.d alack, I cannot make my plc-
m.i?.i eqaus. my actors all have the
thiJ,BS3Bnd nro in quarantl
K 8d Beard groaned sq 1(
l&T uWR t help, feeling
.T-.jc8 nna ore In nunrantlne ." At
a . . . .. .. .
loudly mat
e sorry for
oast evil deeds
aw.A. .:,.. ,'-,
biii2ij!Kju bt;you. ctw,'' IheJr?-
by J. S. Fletcher
ns sum) of that as I am that my narao's
wlln,Wpbstcr' I'hnt'" tbo man I
saw talking to him whoso picture you've
got in your paper. Can't say no more,
sir."
' "YCTl Sod," said Spargo. "I'm
much obliged to you. I'll see Mr. Ayl
morc. Leave mo your address' in Lon
don, Mr. Webster. How long do you
remain in town?"
. ,"J!jl address is (bo Beachfront Ho
wl, Bloomsbury, Bir. and I shall bo
thcro for another week," answered tllo
farmer, "Hopo I'vo been of some uso,
Mr. bpargo. As I says to my wife''
bpargo cut his vijitor short in polite
fashion and bowed him out. He turned
to Breton, who still stood staring at
the album of portraits.
"Thcro! what did I tell you?" he
wiid. "Didn't I bay I should get some
news? There it Is."
Breton nodded his head. He seemed
UIUUKUUUI.
"res." ho
Snareol"
agreed. "Yes, I
say,
I'Wcll?"
, .','Mr'. A'-Tmoro is " prospective
fnther-in-law. you know."
Quito nwurcof it. Didn't ou in--
iiuiiiii:c mo 10 ins unugiitcrs only yes
terday?" ,, "Hut how did you know they were
his daughters?"
Spargo laughed as ho sat down to hla
desk.
"Instinct Intuition." ho answered.
it, ,,wi7rr' ,10VCr miml that' ist now.
ell 1 e found something out. Mnr
bury if thnt is tho dead man's real
name, and anyway, it's all we know
him by was in the company' of Mr.
Ajlmorc that night. Good!"
.',',Wllat ,nro 'm solng to do about
it?" asked Breton.
"Do? See Mr. Aylmorc,, of course."
Ho was turning over the leaves of a
telcphono address book ; one hand had
already picked up the mouthpiece of
the instrument 011 his desk.
"Look here," said Breton. "I know
where Mr. Aylmoro is always to be
found at 12 o'clock. At tho A. and
P. tho Atlantic and Pacific Club, Vou
know, in St. James's. If jou like,
I'll go with you."
Spargo glanced at the dock and laid
down the telephone.
"All light," he wiid. "Eleven
o'clock now. I've something to do. I'll
meet you oiiMdo the A. mid p, ut
exact l noon."
"I'll he there."' agreed Breton. lie
rondo for the doo. and with his hand
011 it, turned. "What do jou rpeot
from from what we've jut heard?"
he asked.
Spargo shrugged his shoulders.
"Wait until we hear what Mr. Al
more has to Ea.," he answered. "I
suppose this mun Marbury was some
old acquaintance." (
Bretou closed the door and went
away. Left alone, Spargo began to
mutter to himself.
"Good God!" ho say. "Dainsworth
Painsworth something of thnt sort
one of the two. Excellent that our
farmer 'friend should have so much ob
servation. Ah ! and why should Mr.
Stephen Ajlmore be lecognized as
Dainswoith or Painsworth or some
thing of thnt sort. Now. who is Mr.
Stephen Aylmore bejond being, what
I know him to be?" U
Spargo's lingers went instinctively to
one of n number of books of reference
which stood on his desk ; they turned'
with practiced swittncss to a page over
which his eje ran ju3t ns swiftly. He
read aloud :
"Aylmoro. Stephen. M. P. for Brook
minster since li)10. Uesideuccs: 12.T St.
Oiythe Court, Kensington: Bucna Vis
ta, Great Marlow. Member Atlantic
and Pacific and City Venturers' Clubs.
Interested in South American enter
prise." "Um!" muttered Spargo, putting the
book away. "That's not very illumin
ating. However, we've got one move
finished. Now we'll make another."
Going over the album of photographs
Spargo deftly removed that of Mr. Ayl
morc, put it in an envelope and the
envelope in his pocket und. leaving the
office, hniled a ta-iicab ind ordered its
clmer to take him to the Anglo-Orient
Hotel. This wiih the something-to-do
of which ho had spoken to Bretou;
Spargo wanted to do it alone.
Mrs. Walters was in her low-windowed
office when Spargo entered tho
hall; she recognized him at onco and
motionel him into her parlor.
"I remember you." raid Mrs. Wal
ters; ''"vou came with the detective
Mr. Hathbury."
"Have jou seen him, since? niked
Spargo.
"Not since." leplied Mrs. "Walteis
"Xo and I 'wu- wondering if he'd be
coming round, because " she paused
there and looked at Spargo with par
ticular enquiry "You're a friend of
his, nrcn't you?" she asked. "I sup
pose you know as much as he does
about this?"
"Ho and I," replied Spargo, with
easy confidence, "aro working this case
together. You can tell me anything
you'd tell him."
(CONTINUED TOMORROW)
Red Beard stopped groaning and a
look of hope came into his eyes.
"I need u beautiful heroine, 11 brave
hero who Can do stunts, and a strong,
faithful friend," ho said.
"I'd like to be a lovely heroine like
Mary Pickford," Peggy cried.
"I can do stunts liko Douglas Fair
banks," declared Billy eagerly. "I'll
be the hero."
"I'll be tho faithful friend," volun
teered tho Giant of the Woodsi
"And hero is Balky Sam, the army
mule, who can walk as funny us Charlie
Chaplin, and Johnny Bull, who can
wiggle his ears and chaso tramps, and
Billy Goat, the most comical butter
you ever saw, and all my birds to help
make a wonderful picture," cried Peggy.
"Fine! Fine! We will have a better
picture than tho one spoiled by the
measles," shouted Red Heard. Then
ho looked at Peggy and Billy in an
anxious manner and lowered his voice.
"Have you hod the measles?" he
asked.
"Yes, long ago," they answered to
gether. "That's good," declared. Red Beard.
"You'll not havo to bo ufraid of catch
ing them again. All you'll have to bo
afraid of is Fierce Fangs, tho giant."
"Who is Fierce Fangs, the giant?"
asked Peggy, and she couldn't keep her
voice from shaking a bit.
"Fierce Fangs is tho awful giant from
whom the hero rescues the heroine in
the photoplay," replied Red Beard.
"And he is HWful. too so awful that
ho madii nil tho other players catch the
measles!"
"How did he mako the other players
catch the measles?" asked Billy.
"Why, ho scared 'em so they ran
away and dashed Into the first house
they camo to. In tho houso was a boy
in bed, and they all hid under the bed.
The boy bad the measles and they caught
'em from him. That's why I was so
H-oeful. But it's all right now. You'll
take their placo and defy tho awful
trinnt. Fierce Fnncs.'
Peggy und Billy wondered to them
selves if it was all right cow. Tho Idea
of being movie actors didn't seem so
fine us it bad before, they heard of Olant
FJerco Fangs, ,
jrworrow tiilkbe foto Aw thetf,
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