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HEPPNER GAZETTE TIMES, HEPPNER, OREGON, THURSDAY, FEB. 25, 1926. PAGE THREE tain i BLACK A Sequel to Bulldog Drummond, COPYFWHT BT GI066E H. DORAN CO. SYNOPSIS CHAPTER I. To a lathering of anar chist in Harking, London suburb, ZabolefT, foreign agitator, tells of the operations of a body of men who have become a menace to their activities. He is interrupted by the men he is describing (the Ulack Gang), who break up the meeting, sentencing some of the participants to condign punishment and carrying away others, A memorandum found on ZabolefT gives an address in Hox ton, London, which the leader of the at tacking party considers of importance. CHAPTER II. Sir Bryan Johnstone, dl rector of criminal investigation, hears from Inspector Mclver, sent to arrest ZabolefT the night before, of his discomfiture. He had been seized and chloroformed and his raid frustrated. Hugh Drummnd, man of leisure and old friend of Johnstones rives and tells of seeing the kidnapers and their victims. He becomes an unpaid agent of the police, to be under the direction of Mclver, and takes up his duties at once. CHAPTER III. A "Mr. William Atkin son," ostensibly pawnbroker and money lender, really Count Zadowa, director of anarchy in England, does business in an other London suburb. A mysterious stran ger invades the premises. Count Zadowa, after a brief glimpse f the intruder, is strangely disconcerted. CHAPTER IV. Drummond, having knowledge of Atkinson s anarchistic activ. ities, arranges to burglarize the latter's office to secure evidence of the fact. While so engaged, with two companions, a bomb Is burled at them from an adjoining room, CHAPTER V. The explosion kills "Ginger Martin," expert burglar whom Drummond had employed to open Atkin son's safe. Drummond and his friend es cape, taking with them a bag they find on the floor. Neither Drummond nor his com panion at the time find out what it con tains. CHAPTER VI. At a fashionable hotel Rev. Theodosius Longmoor and his daugh ter Janet are guests. . "Longmoor" is really Carl Peterson, international crook, with whom Drummond has an old feud. Zadowi tells Longmoor and his daughter of the bomb he had hurled, which he believes killed the three invaders, Longmoor is en raged, pointing out that the diamonds IKussian crown jewels, of which Zadowa had known nothing) had been lost thru his action. Longmoor insists that Zadowa recover the diamonds, suggesting that they may be in the hands of the police, and warning his subordinate (Longmoor is ad dressed by Zadowa as "chief") that failure will be punished with death. CHAPTER VII. Drummond discovers that Longmoor, most cleverly disguised, is Carl Peterson. Janet, at the same time, recognizes in Drummond the leader of the Black Gang, and their old enemy. CHAPTER VIII. Drummond becomes convinced that Peterson knows he is head of the Hlack Gang. Zadowa also knows it. CHAPTER IX. Zadowa, impressed with the belief that Drummond has the diam onds, visits him and makes the proposition that Hugh restore the gems as an equiva lent to Zndowa's agreeing not to divulge to the police the fHct that Drummond is the leader of the iilack Gang. Drummond, In furiated by the death of Martin and the despicable character of the man before him. thrashes his visitor severely and kicks him out of the house. CHAPTER X. Mrs. Drummond disap pears, and Hugh recognizes Peterson's hand. Peterson summons Drummond to his hotel. He goes, and they come to an under standing. Peterson stipulates that the dia monds must be returned to him before Mrs. Drummond is released. Hugh agrees to the terms, and leaves to bring the gems. CHAPTER XI In Which a KoIIb Royce Runs Amuck. SOME ten minutes later he emerged from the bathroom cnrefully cur rying a saucer in his hand. The girl's announcement that Number 13 hod started at once had been received with a satisfied grunt, but he had spoken no word. And the girl, glanc ing through the door, saw him, with his shirt sleeves rolled up above his elbows, carefully mixing two liquids together and stirring the result gent ly with a glass rod. He was com pletely absorbed in his task, and with a faint smile on her face she went back to the sofa and waited. She knew too well the futility of speaking to him on such occasions. Even when he came in, wearing gloves on his hands, she made no remark, but wait ed for him to relieve her curiosity. He placed the mixture on the ta ble and glanced round the room. Then he pulled up one of the ordinary stuff armchairs to the table and removed the linen headrest, which he carefully soaked with the contents of the sau cer, dabbing the liquid on with a sponge, so as not to crumple the linen in any way. He used up all of the liquid, and then, still with the same meticulous care, he replaced the head-rest on the chair, and stood back and surveyed his handiwork. "Look all right?" ho asked briefly. "Quite," answered the girl. "What's the game?" "Drummond has got to sit In that chair," he returned, removing the sau cer and the sponge to the bathroom, and carefully peeling olf his gloves. "He's got to sit in that chair, my dear, and afterward that linen affair has got to bo burnt. And whatever happens" he paused for a moment in front.of her "don't you touch it." Quietly and methodically, he con tinued his preparations, as if the most usual occurrence in the world was in progress. He crossed to the sideboard and extracted a new and undecanted bottle of whisky. From this he withdrew about a dessert spoonful of the spirit, and replaced it with the contents of a small phial which he took out of his waistcoat pocket. Then he forced back the cork until it was right home, and with the greatest care replaced the cap of tinfoil round the top of the bottle. And the girl, coming over to where he was working, saw that the bottle was again as new. "What a consumate artist you are, cheril" she siad, laying a hand on his Bhoulder. The Reverend Theodosius smiled GAM5 BYQfRIL AfcMlf and passed his arm round her waist. "One of the earliest essentials of our er occupation, my little one, is to learn how to insert dope into an apparently untouched bottle." "But do you think you will get him to drink even out of a new bottle?" "I hope so. I shall drink myself. But even if he doesn't, the prepara tion on the chair is the essential thing. Once his neck touches that" With an expressive wave of his hand he vanished once more into the bathroom, returning with his coat. "Don't you remember that Italian toxicologist Fransioli?" he re marked. "We met him in Naples three years ago, and he obligingly told me he had in his possession one of the real Borgia poisons. I remem ber I had a most interesting discus sion with him on the subject. The internal application is harmless; the external application is what matters. lhat acts alone, but if the victim can be induced to take it internally as well it acts very mucii better." "Fransioli?" She frowned thought fully. "Wasn't that the name of the man who had the fatal accident on Vesuvius?" "That's the fellow," answered the Reve rend Theodosius, arranging a si phon and some glasses on a tray. "He persuaded me to ascend it with him, and on the way up he was foolish enough to tell me that the bottles containing his poison had been stolen from his laboratory. I don't know whether he suspected me or not I was an Austrian baron at the time, if I remember right but when ho pro ceeded to peer over the edge of the crater at a most dangerous point I thought it better to take no risks So er the accident occurred. And I gathered he was really a great loss to science. He glanced at his watch, and the girl laughed delightedly. It will me interesting to see if his claims for it are true," he continued thoughtfully. "I have only used it once, but on that occasion I inadvert ently put too much into the wine, and the patient died. But with the right quantities it produces so he stated, and I saw him experiment on a dog a type of partial paralysis, not only of the body, but of the mind. You can see, you can hear, but you can't move. What ultimately happens with a human being I don't know, but the dog recovered." A quick double knock came at the door, and with one final glance round the room the Reverend Theodosius crossed to his desk and sat down. "Come in," he called, and a small dapper looking man entered. "Number 13, sir," said the new comer briefly, and the other nodded. "I am expecting a man here short ly, 13," remarked the clergyman, "whose voice I shall want you to imitate over the telephone." "Only over the telephone, sir?" "Only over the telephone. You will not be able to be in this room, but there is a bathroom adjoining in which you can hear every word that is spoken." The other nodded as if satisfied, "For how long will you re quire to hear him talk?" Five or ten minutes, sir, will be ample." 'Good. You shall have that. There's the bathroom. Go in, and don't mnke sound." "Very good, sir." "And wait. Have Giusepni and Number 10 come yet?" They left headquarters, sir, just after I did. They should be here by now." The man disappeared into the bath room, closing the door behind him, and once again the Reverend Theodo sius glanced at his watch. 'Our young friend should be here shortly," he murmured. "And then the single which he seems so anxious to play can begin in earnest." The benign expression which he had adopted as part of his role disap peared for an instant to be replaced by a look of cold fury. 'The single will begin in earnest," he repeated sr 'tly, "and it's the last one he will ever play." The girl shrugged her shoulders. "He has certainly asked for it," she remarked, "but it strikes me that you had better be careful. You may bet on one thing that ho hasn't kept his knowledge about you and me to himself. Half those young idiots that run about behind him know every thing by this time, and if thy go to the Yard it will be very unplcnsant for us, mon cheri. And that they certainly will do if anything should happen to dear Hugh." The clergyman smiled resignedly. "After all these years, you think it necessary to say that to me! My dear, you pain me you positively wound me to tho quick. I will guar antee that all Drummond's friends sleep soundly in thoir beds tonight, harboring none but the sweetest thoughts of the kindly and much-maligned old clergyman at the Ritz." "And what of Drummond himself?" asked the girl. "It may be tonight, or maybo to morrow. But accidents happen at all times and one is going to happen to him." He smiled sweetly, and lit a cigar. "A nasty, sticky accident which will deprive us of his presence. I hnven't worvied over the details yet but doubtless tho inspiration will come. And here, if I mistuko not, is our hero himself." The door swung open and Drum mond entered. "Well, Carl old lad," he remaraked breezily, "here I am on the stroke of timo with the bag of nuts all com plete." "Excellent," murmured the clergy man, waving a benevolent hand to ward the only free chair. "But if you must call me by my Christian name, why not make it Theo?" Drummond grinned delightedly. "As you wish, my little one. Theo It shall be in future, and Janet." He bowed to the girl as he sat down. "There's just one little point I want to mention, Theo, before we come to the laughter and games. Peter Dar rell, who you may remember of old, and who lunched with us today, is sitting on the telephone at my house. And eight o'clock is the time limit. Should his childish fears for my safe ty and my wife's not be assuaged by that hour, he will feel compelled to interrupt Tum-tum at his dinner. I trust I make myself perfectly clear." "You are the soul of lucidity." "Good! Then, first of all, there are the diamonds. No,, dont come too near, please; you can count them quite easily from where you are." He tumbled them out of the bag, and they lay on the table like great pools of liquid light. The girl's breath came quickly as she saw them, and Drum mond turned on her with a smile.. "To one given up to good v.orks and knitting, Janet, doubtless such things do not appeal. Tell me, Theo," he remarked as he swept them back into the bag "who was the idiot who put them in Snooks' desk? Don't answer if you'd rather not gie away your maidenly secrets; but it was a pretty full-sized bloomer on his part, wasn t it pooping off the old bomb? He leaned back in his chair, and for a moment a gleam Bhone in the others eyes, for the nape of Drum mond's neck came exactly against the center of the impregnated linen cover. Doubtless, Captain Drummond, doubtless," he murmured politely. 'But if you persist in talking in rid dles, don't you think we might choose a different subject until Mrs. Drum mond arrives?" "Anything you like, Theo," said Drummond. "I'm perfectly happy talking about you. How the devil do you do it?" He sat up and stared at the other man with genuine wonder on his face. "Eyes different nose voice figure everything different. You're a marvel but for that one small failing of yours." "You interest me profoundly," said the clergyman. "What is this one small failing that makes you think I am other than what I profess to be?" Drummond laughed genially. "Good heavens, don't you know what it is? Hasn't Janet told you? It's that dainty little trick of yours of tickling the left ear with the right big toe that marks you every time. No man can do that, Theo, and blush unseen." He leaned back again in his chair and passed his hand over his fore head. "By Jove, it's pretty hot in here, isn't it?" "It is close everywhere today," an swered the other easily, though his eyes behind the spectacles were fixed intently on Drummond. "Would you care for a drink?" Drummond smiled; the sudden fit of muzziness seemed to have passed as quickly as it had come. "Thank you no," he answered po litely. "In your last incarnation, Theo, you may remember that I did not drink with you. There is an ele ment of doubt about your liquor which renders it a dangerous pro ceeding." "As you will," said the clergyman indifferently, at the same time plac ing the bottle of whisky and the glasses on the table. "If you imag ine that I am capable of interfering with an unopened bottle, obtained from the cellars of the Ritz, it would be well not to join me." He was carefully removing the tin foil as he spoke, and once again the strange muzzy feeling swept over Drummond. He felt as if things had suddenly be come unreal as if he was dreaming. His vision seemed blurred, and then for the second time it passed away, leaving only a strange mental con fusion. What was he doing in this room? Who was this benevolent old clergyman drawing the cork out of a bottle of whisky? With an effort he pulled himself together. It must be the heat or something, he reflected, and he must keep his brain clear. Perhaps a whls- ky-and-soda would help. After all, there could be no danger in drinking from a bottle which he had seen opened under his very eyes. Do you know, Theo, he remarked, "I think I will change my mind and have a whisky-and-soda." His voice sounded strange to his ears; and ne wonaerea it tne otners notieed anything. But apparently not; the clergyman merely nodded briefly, and remarked, "Say hen.'' "When, said Drummond, with a foolish sort of laugh. It was a most extraordinary thing, but he couldn't focus his eyes; there were two glasses on the table and two clergymen splashing in soda from two siphons. Surely he wasn't going to faint when he was alone with Peterson. He took a gulp at his drink and suddenly began to talk foolishly and idiotically. Nice room, Carl old lad . . . Never expected to meet you again: certainly not in nice room. . . ." His voice trailed away, and he sat there blinking stupidly. Everything was confused, and his tongue seemed weighted with lead. He reached cut again for his glass or tried to and his arm refused to move. And sud denly out of the jumble of thoughts in his brain there emerged the one damning certainty that somehow or other he had been trapped and drug ged. He gave a hoarse, inirt'Ciilatc cry, and struggled to rise to his feet, but it was useless; his legs and arms felt as if they were bound to the chair by iron bands. And in the midst that swam beforo his eyes he saw the mocking faces of the clergyman and his daughter. "It seems to have acted most ex cellently," remarked the Reverend Theodosius, and Drummond found he could hear quite normally; also his sight was improving; things in the room seemed steadier. And his mind was becoming less confused ho could think again. But to move or to speak was utterly impossible; all he could do was to sit and watch and rage inwardly at having been such a fool as to trust Peterson. But that gentelman appeared in no hurry. He was writing with a gold pencil on a letter pad, and every now and then he paused and smiled thoughtfully. At length he seemed satisfied, and crossed to the bath room door. "We are ready now," Drummond heard him say, and he wondered what was going to happen next. To turn his head was impossible; his range of vision was limited by the amount he could turn his eyes. And then, to his amazement, he heard his own voice speaking from somewhere be hind him not, perhaps, quite so deep, but an extraordinary good imitation which would have deceived nine peo ple out of ten when they could not see the speaker. And then he heard Peterson's voice again mentioning the telephone, and he realized what they were going to do. "I want you," Peterson was say ing, "to send this message that I have written down to that number using this gentleman's voice." They came Into his line of vision, and the new arrival stared at him curiously. But he asked no questions merely took the paper and read it through carefully. Then he stepped over to the telephone, and took off the receiver. , And, helplessly impot ent, Drummond sat in his chair and heard the following message spoken in his own voice: "Is that you, Peter old bird? I've made the most unholy bloomer. This old bloke Theodosius isn't Carl at all. He's a perfectly respectable pillar of the church." And then apparently Darrell said something, and Peterson, who was lis tening through the second earpiece whispered urgently to the man. "Phyllis," he went on "she's af right as rain! The whole thing is a boss shot of the first order. . . .' Drummond made another stupen dous effort to rise, and for a moment everything went blank. Dimly he heard his own voice still talking into the instrument, but he only caught a word here and there, and then it ceased, and he realized that the man had left the room. It was Peterson's voice close by him that cleared his brain again. "I trust you approve of the way our single has started, Captain Drum mond," he remarked pleasantly. "Your friend Peter, I am glad to say, i more than satisfied and has announced his intention of dining with some fe male charmer. Also he quite under stands why your wife has gone to the country you heard that bit, I hope, about her sick cousin.' and he real izes that you are joining her." And suddenly the pleasant voice ceased, and the clergyman continued in a tone of cold, malignant fury: You rati You d d interfering young swine! Now that you're help less I don't mind admitting that I am the man you knew as Carl Peterson, but I'm not going to make the mis take he made the second time. I un derestimated you, Captain Drum mond. I left things to that fool Lakington. I treated you as a blun dering young ass, and I realized too late that you weren't such a fool as you looked. This time I am paying you the compliment of treating you as a dangerous man. I trust you are flattered." He turned as the door opened, and the man who had telephoned came in with two others. One was a great, powerful-looking man who might have been a prize-fighter; the other was a lean, swarthy-skinned foreign er, and both of them looked unpleas ant customers. And Hugh wondered what was going to happen next, while his eyes rolled wildly from side to side as if in search of some way of escape. It was like some ghostly nightmare when one is powerless to move before some dreadful figment of the brain, only to be saved at the last moment by waking up. Only in Hugh's case he was awake already and the dream was reality. He saw the men leave the room, and then Peterson came over to him again. First he took the little bag of diamonds out of his pocket, and it struck Hugh that though he had seen the other's hand go into his pocket, he had felt nothing. He watched Peter son and the girl as they examined the stones; he watched Peterson as he locked them up in a steel dispatch case. And then Peterson disappeared out of his range of vision. He was conscious that he was near him just behind him and the horror of the nightmare increased. It had been bet ter when they were talking; at least then he could see them. But now, with both of them out of sight hovering round the back of his chair, perhaps and without a sound in the room save the faint hum of the traf fic outside, the strain was getting unbearable. And then another thought came to add to his misery. If they killed him and they intended to, he was certain what would happen to Phyl lis? They'd got her, too, somewhere; what were they going to do to her? And he made a superhuman effort to rise; again he failed so much as to move his finger. And for n while he raved and blasphemed mentally. It was hopeless, utterly hopeless; he was caught like a rat in a trap. And then he began to think coher ently again. After all, they couldn't kill him here in the Ritz. You can't have dead men lying about in your room in a hotel. And they would have to move him some time; they couldn't leave him sitting there. How were they going to get him out? He could n't walk, and to carry him out as he was would be impossible. Too many of the staff below would know him by sight. Suddenly Peterson came into view again. He was in his shirt sleeves and was smoking a cigar, and Hugh watched him sorting out papers. He seemed engrossed in the matter, and paid no more attention to the helpless figure at the table than he did to the fly on the window. At length he com pleted his task, and having closed the dispatch case with a snap, he rose and stood facing Hugh. "Enjoying yourself?" he remnrked. "Wondering what is going to happen? Wondering where dear Phyllis is?" He gave a short laugh, "Excellent drug that, isn't it? The first man I tried it on died so you're lucky. Y'ou never felt me put a pin into tho back of your arm, did you?" He laughed again. In fact the Rev erend Theodosius seemed in an cellent temper. "Well, my friend, you really asked for it this time, and I'm afraid you're going to get it. I cannot have some one continually worrying me like this so I'm going to kill you, as I always intended to some day. It's a pity, and in many ways I regret it, but yiu must admit yourself that you really leave me no alternative. It will ap pear to be accidental, so you need entertain no bitter sorrow that I shall suffer in any way. And it will take place very soon so soon, in fact, that I doubt if you will recover from the effects of the drug. I wouldn't guarantee it ;you might. As I say, you are only the second person on whom I have tried it. And with re gard to your wife our little Phyllis it may interest you to know that I have not yet made up my mind. I may find it necessary for her to share in your accident; or even to have one all on her own; I may not." The raving fury in Drummond's mind as his tormentor talked on showed clearly in his eyes, and Peter son laughed. "Our friend is getting quite agitat ed, my dear," he remarked, and the girl came into sight. "You're an awful idiot, my Hugh, aren't you?" she said. "And you have given us such a lot of trouble. But I shall quite miss you, and all our happy little times together." She laughed gently, and glanced at the clock. "They ought to be here fairly soon," she remarked. "Hadn't we better get him out of sight?" Peterson nodded, and between them they pushed Drummond into the bath room. "You see, my friend," remarked Pe terson affably, "it is necessary to get you out of the hotel without arous ing suspicion. A simple little matter, but it is often the case that one trips up more over simple matters than over complicated ones." He was carefully inserting a pin into the victim's leg as he spoke, and watching intently for any sign of feeling. "Why I remember once," he con tinued conversationally, "that I was so incredibly foolish as to replace the cork in a bottle of prussic acid after I had er compelled a gentleman to drink the contents. He was in bed at the time, and everything pointed to suicide, except that confounded cork. I mean, would any man, after he's drunk sufficient prussic acid to poison a regiment, go and cork up an empty bottle? It only shows how careful one must be over these little matters." The girl put her head round the door. They're here," she remarked ab ruptly, and Peterson went into the other room, half closing the door. And Drummond, writhing impotently, heard the well-modulated voice of the Reverend Theodosius. "Ah, my dear friends, my very dear old friend! What joy it is to see you again. I am greatly obliged to you for escorting this gentleman up per sonally." Not at all, sir; not at all! Would you care for dinner to be served up here?" "I will ring later if I require it," Peterson was saying in his gentle, kindly voice. "My friend, you under stand, is still on a very strict diet, and he comes to me more for spirit ual comfort than for bodily. But I shall ring should I find he would like to stay." "Very good, sir." And Drummond heard the door close and knew that his last hope had gone. Then he heard Peterson's voice again, sharp and incisive. Lock the door. You two get Drummond. He's in the bathroom." The two men he had previously seen entered, and carried him back into the sitting room, where the whole scheme was obvious at a glance. Just getting out of an ordinary invalid's chair was a big man of more or less the same build as himself. A thick silk muffler partially disguised his face; a soft hat was pulled well down over his eyes, and Drummond real ized that the gentleman who had been wheeled in for spiritual comfort would not be wheeled out. The two men pulled him out of his chair, and then, forgetting his con dition, let him go, and he collapsed like a sack of potatoes on the floor, his legs and arms sprawling out in grotesque attitude. They picked him up again, and not without difficulty they got him into the other man s overcoat; and finally they deposited him in the invalid's chair, and tucked him up with the rug. "We will give it half an hour, re marked Peterson, who had been watching the operation. "By that time our friend will have had suf ficient spiritual Bolace; and until then you two can wait outside. I will give you your full instructions later." 'Will you want me any more, sir?" The man whose place Drummond had taken was speaking. No," said Peterson curtly. Get out as unostentatiously as you can. Go down by the stairs and not by the lift." With a nod he dismissed them all, and once again Drummond was alone with his two chief enemies. 'Simple, isn't it, my friend?" re marked Peterson. "An invalid ar rives, and an invalid will shortly go. And once you've passed the hotel doors you will cease to be an invalid. You will become again that well known young man about town Capt. Hugh Drummond driving out of London in his car a very nice Rolls, that new one of yours bought, I think, since we last met. Your chauf feur would have been most uneasy vhen he missed it but for the note you left him, saying you'll be away for three days." Peterson laughed gently as he stored at his victim, "You must forgive me if I seem to gloat a little, won't you?" he con tinued. "I've got such a large score to settle with you, and I very much fear I shan't be in at the death, 1 have an engagement to dine with an American millionaire whose wife is touched to the heart over the suffer ings of the starving poor in Austria. And when the wives of millionaires are touched to the heart, my exper ience is that the husbands are gen erally touched to the pocket." Ho laughed again even more gent ly and leaned across the table to wards the man who sat motionless in the chair. He seemed to be striving to see some sign of fear in Drum mond's eyes, some appeal for mercy. But if there was any expression at all it was only a faint mocking bore dom, such as Drummond had been wont to infuriate him with during their first encounter a year before. Then he had expressed it in words and actions; now only his eyes were left to him, but it was there all the same. And after a while Peterson snarled at him viciously, "No, I shall not be in at the death, Drummond, but 1 will explain to you the exact program. You will be driven out of London in your own car, but when the final accident occurs you will be alone. It is a most excellent place for an accident, Drummond most excellent. One or two have al ready taken place there, and the bod ies are generally recovered some two or three days later more or less un recognizable. Then when the news comes out in the evening papers to morrow I shall be able to tell the police the whole sad story. How you took compassion on an old clergyman and asked him to lunch, and then went out of London after your charm ing young wife only to meet with this dreadful end. I think I'll even offer to take part in the funeral ser vice. And yet no, that is a pleas ure I ehall have to deny myself. Hav ing done what I came over to do, Drummond, rather more expeditious ly than I thought likely, I shall return to my starving children in Vienna. And, do you know what I came over to do, Drummond? I came over to smash the Black Gang and I came over to kill you though the latter could have waited." Peterson's eyes were hard and mer ciless, but the expression of faint boredom still lingered in Drummond's. Only too well did he realize now that Our special buying arrangements make it possible for you to save on your grocery bill. 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Once again he made a frantic effort to speak to beg, beseech, and implore them not to hurt Phyllis but it was useless. And then he saw her turn to Peterson. "I suppose," she saiu regretfully, "that it is absolutely necessary." "Absolutely," he answered curtly. "He knows too much, and he worics. us too much." She shrugged her shoulders and came over to Drummond. "Well, good-by, mon ami," she re marked gently. "I really am sorry that I shan't see you again. You are one of the few people that make this atrocious country bearable." She patted him on his cheek, and again the feeling that he was dream ing came over Drummond. It could n't be real this monstrous night mare. And then he was being wheeled along the passage toward the lift, while the Reverend Theodosius Long moor walked solicitiousiy beside him, murmuring affectionately in his ear. (Continued on Page Six)