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THE HERMISTON HERALD Thursday, April 3, 1930 The Mazaroff M ystery B y J. S. PLETCHER Illustrations by Irwin Myers W . N. U. Servie* «E, by Alfred X Knopf. In o .) TMK «TO R Y M ervy n H o lt la engaged by a man c a llin g h im self M axaroff aa a tra v e lin g companion. A fte r a abort to ur they put up a t the Woodcock Inn on M arraedale moor. They m eet, eaeually, Mrs. Slphlnatone and S heila U erchl- eon. CHAPTER I— Continued “Holt, laddie,” be said, w ith a con fidential nod, “you’ll understand me. I'm sure— I want to have this day to myself, looking round old spots, you know, alone. And also, there’s a man I w ant to see on a hit o f business. Bo— you’ll amuse yourself till evening, when I ’ll be back In good tim e for dinner?" “O f course!” I agreed. “I ’U be all rig h t Don’t bother about me.” H e thanked me, almost as I f I bad been the first person to consider. Presently, carrying a stout stick, he went out— and I noticed that Just be fore leaving our sitting room be put on a p air of blue spectacles, with some rem ark about the glare of the sun. H e went oft la the direction o f the village, and I saw no more of him until he turned up again Just as dinner was ready at seven o’clock. He was very quiet and thoughtful during dinner, and It was not until be was h alf way through his after-dinner cigar that he suddenly motioned me to draw my chair close alongside his own. "H olt,” he said, “I ’ve something to tell you. And, m an!— It ’s the strang est tale you ever heard in your life I” 1 suppose I gave him a wondering, and perhaps a half-uneasy stare, for be nodded reassuringly as he drew his chair still closer to mine. “Nothing to be frightened about. H o lt, my lad,” he said. “Just a— a coll, aa you might put It. But— a bad one I And, aa I said Just now— as strange a tale aa ever you heard. Anyy/ay, one of ’em.” “Yes?” I said. “About— yourself?” “Self and other folk,” he replied, w ith a grim smile. “O ther folk 1— aye, thepe’s the devil o f I t l I f It were only myself, n o w !— hut there’s more than one affected.” He turned to the window and for a moment or two sat staring fixedly and In silence across the moor, stretching away In the rapidly gathering twilight. Curiosity got the better o f me, and I broke In on his thoughts. " I ’m all In the dark, M r. M azaroff,” I said. “Am I to listen 1” He started —then gave an emphatic nod. “Aye I” he answered. “You’re to listen. H o lt, for I ’ve nobody else to tell It to, and Pm wanting counsel on It, and you're a sensible youngster. I t ’s Just this—you saw the two ladies that passed us by yesterday afternoon when we were talking to the land lord at his garden gate?” I nodded an affirmative. “ Aye, well I” he continued. “They don’t know It, and nobody knows It, only me. But It’s just this. Holt, my lad— that’s my w ife and daughter 1” I was smoking one of M r. Maza roff’s prime cigars at the moment, and when he said thia I started so violent ly that It Jumped from between my teeth and fell to the floor. It seemed to me that a whole age— an eon, if you like— elapsed in the mere act of stooping, and recovering I t And I wondered at the calmness and banatlty o f my reply when I aat upright again, looking at him. “Musgrave,” I said, quite steadily, “Musgrave called tile elder lady Mrs. Elphlostone, and the younger Mias Merchlson— Miss Shells Merchlson." “Musgrave here, Musgrave there I” he retorted. “H e knows no better and no more. But I ’m telling you that th a t’s my wife, laddie, and the lassie’s my daughter, aud unless I see some wny out o f the complications there’s the devil and all to p ay!” They« was a pause between ns then. H e sat twiddling his big thumbs, and. as ba had discarded the blue spec tacles a slight cast in his eyes looked, somehow, sinister. 1 began to tense the mysterious In him, and to realize th a t his was, to me, an unexplored personality. , “I don’t understand.“ I said at la s t " I ’m going to make you understand. H o l t ” he answered. “This Is the way o f it— yoo good-looking lassie's name is Mercbison, sure enough. And— Elphlustoae though aba may call her self, and ao doubt think she’s a right to call herself—so is her mother’s And—ao’s mine. M erchlson!" “N at Mazaroff, then?” 1 exclaimed. T v s a right to, th a t t o e / he «aM. “l-egnl rijfht— aU correct and pswpsr- IP s been roy legal name for many years, and t ill remain eo. But I waa horn Merchlson—and not ao far from here, ¿00—and I waa married Merch- Ison. And yon's M rs M ertUson. for a ll she's m arried to Klphlnotone." “ And I don't understand any more n o w !” said L “ Well, H o lt" he answered. “Til m ake It ss plain as I can, and maybe I t ’s not sack a tangle aa It seems whan you get bold of one end o f the thread and pull steadily a t It. My father and mother died when I was a youngster, and a fte r that I lived with my grandfather on his farm near Sel kirk, across the border yonder. Then he died, when I waa Just about two- snd-twenty, and he le ft me all he had, a tidy lot of money, and that, put to what my parents had le ft me. made me a pretty rich man. And 1 was headstrong and Impetuous, and always for having my own way, and th e rt was nobody to keep me from having It, nor from Indulging myself In any whims that came into my bead. And I came across a high-mettled girl that waa pretty much like myself In that respect and wa got wed In more than the usual haste, and began to repent as soon as we’d done l t l " “ Why?" I asked. “M a n !" he answered- “W e hadn’t a taste In common! We’d nothing in common except obstinacy and self- w ill ! And we found we were the worst pair to pull together that ever was harnessed. 1 saw In less than a year that thing« would never do—eo I just took matters Into my own bands. I t wasn’t the way I ’d take now, w ith a sober mind and more knowledge of the world. But what I did was this— I went to • law yer and pledged him to secrecy. Then I real ized all that I had— a nice lo ti— and divided It Into two equal shares, and made one fast to her fo r life —she’ll have had It alw ays; never less. Holt, than fifteen hundred pounds a year of her own. And that done, and all secure for her, I Just took my share and cleared o u t" “ So— you ran away from her?" I suggested. “I f you put It that way, I did,” he assented candidly. “I t was the only thing to do. There'd have been un pleasantness, otherwise. A silent and quiet departure— the only thing for It, In my jud gm ent” “And— the child?— the girl we saw yesterday afternoon?" I asked, a fte r a pause. “Was she born then?” “No I" he answered w ith emphasis. “ She wasn't 1 I f she had been, maybe I'd never have gone— Indeed, I ’m sure now I wouldn’t hav« gone. But she was neither born, nor did I know she was likely to be born. She came eight months a fte r I ’d le f t " “You heard o f I t then?” I suggested. “Never knew of It till today I" he exclaimed. “O f court«, Mrs. Elphinstone— as she’s known here— believes you to be dead?” 1 said. “T h a t goes without saying.” “Oh, to ba s u re !” ha answered. "She married this Elphinstone a few years back, Just before he bought this Marrusdale Tow er estate. Aye, she believes me dead as Adam— aud here I ’m alive I” “ W hat are you going to do?" I asked. “ W hat would you do, yourself. Holt?” he replied, anxiously. “T ell me your plain opinion, m a n !— r i l not be offended at anything you say.” “1 think I should Just go awny, say ing nothing," said L “ A fte r all, you left her. And— I f you reveal yourself. It’ll mean breaking up w hat’s probably a satisfactory settlem ent M r. Elphln- stone and the— ” “Oh, by all accounts, they suit each other as well as we suited each other 111!” he broke In. "Aye. this settlement’s all rig h t But— the girl'« my daugh ter." “ She’s never known yoo, M r. Maza roS,” I remarked. H is bronzed cheeks reddened at th a t and he shook his bead. “ You’re rig h t H o lt yoa’re right I” he said, almost humbly. “And It’s my own fa u lt W ell— up to now, nothing’s happened. Nobody knows but your self.” “ A fte r all these years It would be something o f a startling revelation,” I observed. “I t needs some reflection. And— ” bnt then a new Idea struck me. and I regarded him doubtfully. “I suppose. If It came to I t you’d have to prove that— " “T hat Sulim M azaroff la Andrew Merchlson.” he interrupted. “Oh, that can be dona. There's the cast In my eye, and a birthm ark on my right arm, and there’s papers and people— not just at band, to ba sure, but findable —that ran substantiate all t h a t ” “How came you to take such an un usual name?” I ventured to ask him H e laughed softly, as If the reminis cence pleased atm. " I ’ll tell you," be answered. "When I first went off. It was to India. I knocked about there a good deal, and in the Persian gulf, and In adjacent parts. Then I went fu rth er south—to Durban and thence Into the Interior —the diamond districts. And In Dur ban 1 foregathered w ith an old man of like taste« to mine— In fact, he and I lived together and traded together. Ills name waa Mazaroff, and be left me all Ida money— no little —on <-oo<ll tlon I took IL Bo I did— why not? At that tim e I ’d uo Intention of ever coming back to England again. And now— there’s the situation 1” “ What are yoa going to do sbonl I t F I asked. “1 don’t know,” he answered frank ly. "Nothing In a harry. And aa I say, nobody knows but you and roe T here’s uo fear of roy being recog sized. I*ve talked to a dozen peop'e today who knew me In tbs old days and In my bins spectacles they hadn’t the least Idea as to who I really was.” He got up then, and went out, to stroll about the front o f the Inn, alone. T hat night he said no more on the subject of hie revelations, nor did he mention the matter In the morning. We spent most of that day In motor ing to some ruins twenty miles a w a y : when we returned In the evening there was a good deal o f business being done at the Inn— men were returning In numbers from a fair. A fte r din ner, M r. Mazaroff, rem arking to me that he wanted to have a good think all by himself, crossed over to the open moor and strolled away across the heather. I never saw him again —alive. I went out myself soon afterw ard, and was out until past nine o'clock, when I returned to the Inn. H e had not come back. Nor had be come at ten— and when eleven struck from the old grandfather clock In the stone walled hall I sought out Musgrave and his wife, seated at their supper table a fte r the tolls o f an unusually busy evening. The landlord and landlady were not Inclined to any uneasiness or alarm. During our forty-eight hour«* stay they had discovered that M r. Masaroff “ How Came You to T ake 8uch an Unusual Name?" I Ventured to Ask Him. was, as they put It, an affable and friendly gentleman, Inclined to socia bility— th eir present opinion was that he bad dropped In at o m of the moor land houses, and was still there, com fortably chatting. But when twelve o'clock sounded, and be was still ab sent, Musgrave’s face lengthened, and he began to talk about the foolishness of going out In the dusk and dark In strange places. “T h e re ’s places he could fall over In the dusk, and there's others—bog-land— that ha could sink Into before he knew where he was, dark or lig h t Them that doesn’t know these moors shouldn't wander about 'em, a fter dark." Musgrave got lanterns for Webster, me and him self; we went out on the moor and dispersed In different direc tions, listening always fo r any cry of distress. We were out la that way until a fain t gray light began to show beyond the eastern h ills : a t that we went back to the Inn. Nona of us had beard or seen anything. Webster and I got some food and hot coffee, and went out again— he one way, 1 the other. M ine took me toward the dawn. And suddenly I came face to face w ith the girl of Youth*« Freemasonry Shelia waa sitting by one of the raed-frlnged pools that lay amongst the heather and the moss Uncon scious o f any presence save that of a solemn-eyed spaniel who sat at her aid«, the had drawn off her shoes and stockings and was dabbling her feet and ankles In the dark waters. T h e spaniel caught sight of me and barked. H is mistress looked hastily In my direction, saw me, seemed to realize that she had aeen me before, and though she Blushed at being caught In a somewhat mystifying situa tion, accepted it calmly. She gave me a friendly nod— and at the same time began to put on her footgear. I purposely remained In the rear until she jumped to her feet, faced me, and laughed, pointing to the pool. “There's a superstition about that well,” she said, without preface or hesitation. “They say that If you dip your feet In It six times, within an hour of sunrise, any time between Michael mas and Martinmas, you'll live happy ever after. So— I was trying It.” “I hope It'll come true,” I said. “ As for myself, Fm not at all happy Just now." A look of concern came Into her eyes. “No?” ahe responded. “Why?" “I believe you saw me, yesterday— no, the day before— near the Wood cock, w ith an elderly gentleman?” I aald. “You went by. Well, he's miss ing— lost! H e went ont from the Inn, last night, a fte r dinner, alone, aud he’s never returned. You know these parts? Are there place»—” "There are many dangerous placet,” she interrupted hastily. “Have you searched?” “Several o f us, all night," 1 an swered. “ We've, seen nothing, heard nothing o f him.” “Your father?" ahe asked, eyeing me h alf sympathetically. “ No— a friend, w ith whom I'm trav eling,” I replied. “I ’m aw fully anxious about him. I t was uuusually dark last evening, and I ’m atratd he’a come to harm— fallen over something or Into something.” I then told her Mr. Maza- roff’s nume and my own. “ I wonder If our people— gamekeep ers, you know— have heard anything? I f you’d walk w ith me to the house— ” She pointed across the moor to where the gables and chimneys of Marras- dale tower showed above the trees. “W e might hear something there,” she continued. “ We can go there In a few minutes.” W e came before long to Marraadale tower. In the courtyard, talking to a man In velveteens, we met M r. Elphln- stone, a ta ll, thin, gray-halred studious looking man, who glanced at me won- deringly over the top of an unusually large pair o f spectacles. His step daughter led me up tcxhlm. “This Is M r. Holt— M r. Mervyn Holt,” she said. “H e and a friend of his, M r. Mazaroff. an elderly gentle man, have motored from London, and are stuylng a few days at the Wood cock. Lust night M r M azaroff went out alone on the moors, and he's never returned. M r. H o lt wants to find him ; lie’s anxious.” M r. Elphinstone, who looked to me to be one o f those men who take In things very leisurely, nodded, and glanced at the man In velveteens. “A gentleman lost on the moor, eh?” he auid. “ U h ! rtirk e r— go and In quire amongst the men In the stables and In the gardens. U ral Lost all night, eh? Dear mel Er— won’t you come In, M r.—er— ” “M y name Is Holt, sir,” I said, prompting his abseut-miudedneg». “ Holt, eh?” he answered, w ith a sudden gleam of interest. “ U ral 1 was at Merton with a man of that name. H e and I were great rowing men. H e ’a vicar of some country parish In Buckinghamshire now, I be lieve— long since we foregathered.” “I think you are speaking of mj father, M r. Elphlnstnr.e," I remarked. “H e was at Merton, aud he’s now vicar o f Chelllngham, near Aylesbury.” H e turned and gave me his hand, shaking mine. In evident high delight. “Bless m e!" he exclaimed. “ Now Just Imagine l t l This Is a great pleas ure. Come In— come In I— this la ex cellent I” (TO BB CONTINUED) Ruins of Ancient City Long Hidden in A fte r being hidden tor centuries In a tangled-up mass of jungle, the an cient city of Cedi, has eoroe to light only SO miles from modern Mombasa. Professor Pleure, o f the University college of Wales, who has been visit ing Kenya colony w ith the members of the British association, believes that Oedl, known In Kenya as the “buried city,” la o f Persian origin and at least six hundred years old. T he ruins disclose a fine Arabic writing, especially In the mooqnes and tombs. I ’rnfenaor Pleura thinks that Oedl wonld well repay Investigations by archeological and ethnological experts. He does not believe these would be d lfllng t In View of 0 * profusion of Aetkeus* Creati««« Rook characters are our brother«, beniose o ften they ara more ourselves than we ran ever he. Being bone and sinew of rani men, they ara real men themselves and partake of the Inex plicable character of that relation. In times o f action, material er mental, few 'would went to be characters In books. but at other tiroes few there are «ho would not he w illing to change place«.— Boston Herald. Jungle evidence provided by the ruins. The town was known to tribes on the* coast tor many years, but It wsa shunned by them because they re garded It as being haunted by the spirits o f the dead, who wreak special vengeance on Intruders. The lighting o f a Are in the precinct« of the ruins waa considered particularly dangerou, by the negroes, even I f the fire wc only a cigarette. F ro m Bed to W ere« A rich old Chinese mandarin ha two wives. Bald the first to him not day: " I wish you had not so many gray hairs. People Jeer at me and call me an old man's darling.” “in that esse, my dear,” he said. “I will pull them all out.” And he did so Shortly afterw ard« his second w ife came to him complaining that now he had only black hairs on Ida he-id. she looked, by contrast, a horribly old woman. “Don’t worry my dear. I will pull them out." he anid acoflilngty Bnt when he had palled out all the gray and all the hluck hairs 'be man darin wsa cnmp'etely h-ld. 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