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Show Vf BULL-DOG 1 IKPRUMMOND HMrV The Adventures of A Ofl flflk env0e Officer ftM rAk Who Found Peace Dull BflKflSlW CYRILNEILE bBw!5n1 WrflflK f.;sAPPER" d flJImSr? JirL lUttittattons by BJ Pvl6L IRWIN MYERS J ljsJImm "i- CoDynohf by Geo H Doran Co "So one million pounds uas the stake this ln'iiefactor of huiumnnlty was plajlnjf for," sneer.-d Drum id "One million pomnN. ns the men price of a nation's life-blood Rut at any rate lie had the merit of playhiK big, v,hvrea the rest of ion scum, and the otliei beauties s0 nlil catalogued In thai book, incrd dhniit at Ids heck and call for packets of hull's eyes. Perhaps jou labored un. der the delusion that jou were fooling fool-ing him, but the whole lot of joii nre so d d crooked that o probably thought of nothing but your own filthy skins. "Listen to uic" Hugh Driiiniiiond'n voice took on a dep, commanding ring, and against their will the four men looked at the broad, powerful soldier, whoe sincerity shone clear In hi face "Not by revolutions and direct action will ou make this Island of ours right though 1 am fully aware that that Is the last thing jou would wish to see happen. Hut with your brains, and for jour own unscrupulous un-scrupulous ends, jou gull the work-Ingman work-Ingman Into believing It. And he, because be-cause you can talk with jour tongues In jour cheeks, Is led awaj He believes be-lieves jou will gle him Utopia; whereas, In reality, jou are leading him to h 1. And jou know It. Involution Invo-lution Is our only chance not revolution; revo-lution; hut jou. and others like jou, stand to gain iiiotu bj the latter . ." Ills hand dropped to bis side, and he grinned. "Quite u bieak for me," he remarked. re-marked. "I'm getting hoarse. I'm now going to hand jou four over to the bojs. There's an admirable, but somewhat muddy pond outside, ami I'm sure jou'd like to look for newts. If any of jou want to summon me fur assuult and battery, my name Is Drominoud Captain Drummond nf Ilnlf Moon street. Rut I v. urn jou that that book will be handed Into Scotland Yard tonight. Out with 'em, bojs, and glvo 'em h 1. . . . "And now. Carl Peterson," he remarked, re-marked, as the door closed behind the last of the struggling prophets of a new world, "It Is time that jou and I settled our little account, isn't It?" The master-criminal rou and stood facing him. Apparently he had com-pletelj com-pletelj tecoveied himself; the hand with which he lit his cigar was an steady as a rock. "I congratulate jou, Captain Drum-iiiond," Drum-iiiond," he remarked suavely. "I confess con-fess I have no Idea how you managed to escape from the somewhat cramped position 1 left jou In last Light, or how jou have managed to Install jour own men In this hon-e Rut I have even le.s Idea how jou dUcovured ubout Hocking and the "ther two" Hugh laughed shortly. "Another time, when jou disguise youiself as the Comte de Clny, remember remem-ber one thing. Carl. Tor effective concealment con-cealment II Is ncccsMirj to change other things besides jour face and tlguie You must change jour mannerisms man-nerisms and unconscious little tricks. ,Vo 1 won't tell jou what It Is that gave jou uwnj. You can ponder over It In prison." "So jou mean to hand me over to the police, do yon?" Mid Peterson slow lj". "I see no other course open to me, leplleil Druuuuoiid. The sudden opening of the iloor made both men look round. Then Drummmd bowed, to conceal a smile. "Jim In time. .Miss Irma." The irlrl swept past him and confronted con-fronted Peterson "What has happened?" sho panted. "The garden Is full of people whom I've novel see... And there were two men im.iiliif ln the drive covered with weuls and dripping with wa- ter." I'eieison smiled grimly. "A slight setback has occurred, my dear. I have made a big mlstake-a mistake width '""P"'""1,'" " have underestimated the abllltj "j Captain Iirummoml ; ami as long as l i snail aivvajs legret that I dlft not kill him the night be went explor-Ing explor-Ing In this house" Keiufullj the girl faced' Drum, mom! then sh,. turned again to Peter-son Peter-son "Where s Henry?" she demanded "Unit again Is n point on which I sin profoundlj Ignorant," answered Peterson. "Peihaps Captain Drum-iiiond Drum-iiiond ciui enlighten us on that also?" "Yes," rrmiirked nruiiimond, "I cun. Hei.rj has bad nn accident. After I drove him hiuk from the duchess' last night" the girl gave u erj and Peterson Pe-terson steadied her with his arm "we had words dreadful words. And for a long time, Carl, I thought It would be better If jou and'I had slml-lar slml-lar words Ir, fact. I'm not sure even iLvpi is m i H Sis. Cy IK ?CfflIl P ( A Ml ilflflflSlP f i "But Where Is He?" Said the Girl, Through Dry Llpi. now that II wouldn't be safer In tho long run. . . ." "Hut where Is he?" said the girl, through dry lips. "Where jou ought to be, Carl," on-svveitd on-svveitd Hugh grimly. "Where, inoner or later, jou will be." lie pressed the studs In the nlcho of the miiII and the door ot the big safe swung open slowly With n scream at terror the glrl bunk hulf-fainting hulf-fainting on the Iloor, and even Peterson's Peter-son's cigar dropped on the Iloor from bis nervous lips. For, bung from tho celling by two ropes attuihed to his aims, was the dead bodj of Henry Laklngton. And even as they watched It, It sagged lower, and one of, tho feel hit sllllenlj ii'.-ulnst a beautiful old gold vase. . . . "My (Jod I" muttered IVterfnii. "Did jou minder him?" "Oh, no I" iinswered Drummond, "He Inadveiteiitly fell In the bath he got icndy for me, and then when he nhi up the siiilrs In considerable pnln, that Inteiestlng ineihnnl -al device broke his i.eck " ".Shut the door," screamed the girl; "I can't stand It." .She covered her face with her hands, shuildeilng, while the door slowly swung to again. "Yes," remarked Druuuuoiid thoughtfully, thought-fully, "It should be un Inteiestlng trial. I shall have such a tot to tell them about the little enttrtalniuents here, and all jour endearing ways." With the big ledger under his arm he ciossed Ihe room and called to some men who were standing outside in the hall; and as the detective, thoiightfullj supplied by Mr Oreen, entered the central room, lie glanced for the last time at Carl Peterson and his daughtei. Never bad .he cigar gioweu more evenly between the mas-ter-crlmlnal's lips; never had the girl Irma selected u cigarette from her gold and tortoise-shell case with more supreme IndlffcrciKC. "f!oo(l-bj', my ugly pnel" she cried, with n charming sin lie, as two of the men stepiwd up to her. "Good-hy," Hugh bowed, uud u, tinge of regret showed for a moment in his eyes. "Not good-hy, Irma." Carl Peterson removed his cigar, and stared at Drummond steadily. "Only uu rcvolr, my friend; only au revolr." EPILOGUE. "I simply can't believe It, Hugh." In the lengthening shadows Phyllis moved n little nearer to her husband, who, unite regardless of the publicity of their position, slipped an arm around her waist. "Cuii't believe wlat, darling? he ileuianiled lazily. "Why, that all that awful u!t;ht-mare u!t;ht-mare Is over. I.aklngton dead, and the other two In prison, and us mar- flo.l" "They're not actually in Jug yet, old thing," said Hugh. "And somehow . . ." ho broke off mid stared thoughtfully thought-fully at u man sauntering past them. To all appearai.ces he was u casual visitor taking his evening walk nlong tho friiut of the well-known seaside resort so largely addicted to honeymoon honey-moon couples. And yet . . . was he? Hugh laughed softly; he'd gut suspicion on the bruin. "Don't you think they'll be sent to pilson?'' cried the girl. "They inuv be sent right enough, but whether they urrlve or not Is a different matter. I don't somehow seo Carl picking oakum. It's not his form." For a wlille they were silent, occupied occu-pied with matters quite foreign to such trllles as Peterson and his daughter. daugh-ter. "Are j-ou glad I answered your advertisement?" ad-vertisement?" Inquired Phyllis ut length. "The question Is too frivolous to deserve nn answer," remarked her bus-band bus-band severely, "Rut you aren't sorry It's over?" she demanded. "It Isn't over, kid: It's Just begun." Ho smiled al her tenderly. "Your llfo nncl mine . . . Isn't It Just wonderful?" And once again tho man sauntered past them. Rut this time ho dropped a piece of pnper On the path, Just ut Hugh's feet, and tho soldier, with a quick movement which he hardly stopped to analyze, covered It with his shoe. Tho girl hadn't seen the action ; but then, as girls will do after such remarks, sho was thinking of other things. Idly Hugh watched the satin-terer satin-terer disappear In the more crowded part of the csplanndc, and for a moment mo-ment there came onto his face a look which, happily for his wlfo's iteoco of mind, she failed to notice. "Let's go and eat, and after dinner I'll run jou up to the top of the headland. head-land. . . ." Together they strolled back to their hotel. In his pocket was tho piece of paper; and who could he sending him messages In such n manner save one man a man now awaiting his trial? In tho hall he slajed behind to Inquire In-quire for letters, and a man nodded to him. "Heard the news?" be Inquired. "No," said Hugh. "What's hap-iiened?" "That man Peterson and the girl have got nwny. No trace of 'em." Then he looked at Driimmnnd curiously. curious-ly. "Ry the way, jou had something to do with that show, didn't you?" "A little," smiled Hugh. "Just n little." lit-tle." "Police bound to catch Viu again," contlnusd tho other. "Can't hide jour-self jour-self these dojs." And once agiilu Hugh smiled, as he drew from his pocket the piece of paper: pa-per: "Only au revolr, my friend; only au revolr." Ho glanced at the words written In Peterson's neat writing, nnn the smllo broadened, Assuredly Ufa was still good; assuredl.v. , . . And Into an ash tray nearby he dropped a plce of paper torn Into A hundred tiny fiiigments. "Was that a love-letter?" she demanded de-manded with assumed Jealousy. "Not exactly, sweetheart," be laughed back. "Not exnctly." And over the 'glasses their eyes met. "Here's to hoping, kid; here's to hoping." Itiii: i:m. |