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is the outstanding leader in Canada. The RED [RA -- hl} MYSTERY BEGIN HERE TO-DAY. Bamuel Hopeybun, his son, James, and Wilmot, a chauffeur, known as Monkey Face, are suspected of the murder of-- Sir Francis Lathrop by Adrian Klyne, who poses as Lord Bulpeter and obtains evidence from Wilmot. Wilmot revenges himself by impris- oning-- Adela Larkin, sweetheart of Klyne. He forces Adela to write a decoy let- ter to Kiyne. Klyne esca the trap and calls upon Adela's father, Rev. Septimus Larkin. Rev. Larkin de- ciphers a code in the letter. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. "Take him along to the police sta- tion and ask the local sergeant to lock him up," Roake ordered two of his subordinates. "You, Meacham, remain with Honeybun's body till I send a wagon, 'I don't suppose "it runs to an ambulance in this benight-! ed village." Mr. Larkin gave Adela his arm and they went off together in the wake of the prisoner. Suddenly a hubbub arose outside and one of the escort came running back, so agi- tated that he dared not look his su-| perior officer in the face. "He has broke away, sir," he cried. "Baxter is after him, but it is as dark as pitch." Mr. Honeybun the elder was burn- ing the midnight oil, or, to be more accurate, the electric light installed by himi at great expense. He was sitting up late in the hope that his! son would 'return before he retired. | He felt that if he went to bed he) should not sleep unless he was in-| formed why James had gone skulking, off, leaving him to check as best he! might the suspicion generated by such action in the mind of Inspector | Roake. . | Roake's demeanor, subsequent to! his discovery that the informer had given him the slip, had changed to one of scarcely veiled official severity. Mr. Honeybun had almost perceived the generation of the seeds of eus- picion, He himself, knowing what Inspec- tor Roake could not know, could put up a fairly good guess ns to what had prompted his son's furtive depar- ture. James had spotted Wilmot, the truant chauffeur, as the man from whom the doubtful "Lord Bulpeter" professed to have extracted a confes- sion, and James in his alarm had gone away to find the fellow and pre- vent him from wreaking further mis- chief--possibly" also to punish him, for James was hot-headed. So Mr. Samuel Honeybun sat and chewed the cut of several good whis- kies-and-sodas till his mind should be set at ease. He may have dozed a little, being an old man faced with difficulties; for when he suddenly straightened himself in his easy-chair it was with a start, as of one awaken- ed from forgetfulness. A movement in the room had aroused him--the opening and shut- ting of the door. Wilmot was ad- vancing towards him in the strangest fashion. Between his teeth he car-| ried a file which, when he reached the chair, he dropped in the lap of Mr, Honeybun, who now saw that the! ex-chauffeur had his wrists bound to- gether by handcuffs. | "I should have béen here before, only I had to go and rummage in the tool-box at the garage for the file." Wilmot addressed his master's father in familiar style. "What you have 1got to do, old Cocky-wax, is to file these darbies off me. When you have done that you will fork out all the coin you have in the house, and I will do a bunk for keeps. "You must have been in the hands of the police," protested Mr. Honey- bun, eyeing the steel bracelets with extreme distance. "If I were to do jas you say I should be in the hands | of the police myself," | "Get busy with the file or I'll bash your head in with these things," Wil- | mot commanded, raising high his con- fined wrists in dreadful menace. Wielded by two muscular arms, the handcuffs were certainly a formidable | weapon. Mr. Honeybun's Pickwick- ian face went white, but grasping the | file he set to work on the metal cir- i It bade fair to be' a long job in | clet. the trembling fingers of an old man who was no craftsman, but gradually the steel band was bitten by the rasp- [ing tool till it was nearly through. The sweat poured from Mr. Honey- bun's*™brow, and then suddenly he tossed the file to the end of the room. "I'll be damned if I do it!" he shouted. been up to something beastly, or you wouldn't be wearing those things. Where is my son? What have you done to him?" Wilmot raised his arm again, but changing his mind, lurched across the room to pick up the file. "Mr. James is where I'm going to send you," he said, "unless you think bet- ter of it. Make up your mind right smart, afore I lose my patience with! you." Those were the last words uttered by Wilmot as a free man, The fet- tered wrists were in the act of de- scending on the gray head when Roake and Klyne rushed into the room and flung themselves upon him. Uniformed members of the county police followed and assured the sur- render of the murderer. Fresh hand- cuffs were fitted on him and he was led away gibbering obscene profane- ness at his captors. Roake turned to figure in the chair. "Take another tot of whiskey, Mr. Honeybun," he said. "You look as if you needed it. We should have been here, thanks to Mr. Klyne, in' time to forestall that brute but for a burst tire on the road. Fortunately it occurred near the police station, so we were able to pick up reinforce- ments. . You ain't hurt, are you?" Mr. Honeybun shook his head. "My son is dead?" he quavered irrelevant- ly in his senile falsetto. Klyne stood forward. A smudge; of his hand across his face had al-! ready Yestored him to the semblance' of his natural self. He had not alter- | ed his features much when he per-| sonated Mr, Hiriam Z. Cable, the! American connoisseur of old furni-| ture. Mr. Honeybun showed by al! sickly smile that he recognized the | tentative purchaser of his Chippen-| dale sideboard and knew him for | what he was. "Listen to me, sir," said Klyne.! the shrinking "You villain, you must have' | Samuel Jessick expressed his willing- Which . al went up to the house to per- night. But you would confer a fayor | ade Sir Francis™o accompany us on us, Mr. Jessick, if you would de- home fo inspect some antique furnt scribe: exactly how Wilmot came into ture. When we had our way with the case. He will have to be tried for him .we returned, and, backing the your son's murder, also for that of car against the boundary wall, flung Blissett, Mr. Roake's assistant, and the body over into the Im we are not clear on all points. | where it was eventually found." A little help from you will enable us; Klyne nodded, to present the case to the court in a low paint your ear left on that w: proper light. And it won't do you was what set my ball a-rolling," he any harm to assist the authorities. id. "Well, sir? Syme's chauffeu "I add my official endorsement to| started to blackmail you as soon as that," said Roake pompously, pro-|the news of the baronet's death got ? cs - about?" i "Ho came over next day, and after threatening to accuse us, insisted on being taken into my son's employ. Since then, while professing to cham- pion our cause against the police, he has had his hand in our pockets. Would you like to hear about the red rain?" al (To be continued.) ---- tn Pianist Pays 20,000 Francs for New Finger. A finger ready for grafting is worth up to 20,000 francs in Paris. The fig- ure was set by a noted planist who got a stiff finger in an accident and de- cided that a new one would save his large box office receipts, The musician feared that the de- formed finger would injure if not des- troy his popularity, and felt that a new one, even if it never touched a key, could at least be bent out of sight. So he offered and paid the 20,000 for a new one. The poor of Parle, as in many other cities and countries, often sell their bodies to medical schools "for future | delivery," and surgeons frequently buy | blood for transfusion and skin for | erating. Henri Danjou, an investigat- {ing writer, declares that flesh fg often 30 sold now te.make women beautiful as "Get busy with the file'or I'll bash well as to give new fingers to pianists. your head in with these things." LOW TEA PRICE USUALLY - F) | DECEPTION. * Klyne, in de-| A low price for tea to-day means 'only one thing---poor quality. A lot of poor quality teas are now being of- fered. The public should be advised not to buy them. ducing his note-book. | seribing the scene afterwards, affirm- {ed that what surprised him most was | the docility with which the Inspector had come to heel like a little dog. He was almost licking his lips at the prospects of the unearned credit that would accrue to him. The old cul-| prit whom Klyne had re-christened! ee a Lunches for Business Girls. Eggs, salads, cheese, brown bread, and fruits are the suggestions made by a well-known doctor to business girls who wish to choose economical luncheon dishes. fy Scotsmen average b ft. 83% in. in height; Irishmen, 6 ft. 8 in.; Eng- lishmen, 6 ft. 7% in., and Welshmen, b ft. 6% in. ness to oblige. "Wilmot, as doubtless you know," he began, "was chauffeur to Mr. Wil-! ford Symes of Long Paston Manor, ! 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