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ALfj RIGHTS RESERVED. 1 -TM- FLAMBARDSI MYSTERY. BY SIR WM. MAGNAY, Bart. Author of The Heiress of the Season," The Red Chancellor," The Master Spirit,- etc. I CHAPTER XXII. Jurby's Expedient. U Luckily for you-for you might easily, as well as your friend, Mr. Crofton, have been at this moment awaiting a coroner's inquest—I happened late yesterday after- noon to be keeping observation on Morn- ingford-place and its inmates. I had got all the eviJence I wanted against them'l but it was desirable that we should, if possible, take no decisive step down here until Richards—or, as he has called him- self, Fitz-Kichard—had been run down and arrested in London. I had an idea that you, Mr. Gelston, were still on the premises, and there were in my mind strong reasons for suspecting that foul play might be resorted to. As a matter of fact, though it was. perhaps, not likely to occur to you, Jurby had cau-se to be- lieve you were in a position to give some very damning evidence against him." I?" Gelston exclaimed in surprise. Then in a-f1ash of enlightenment he added. "He was never the man I saw through the wi n d ow at Flambards?" "We won't be too sure about that," Holt replied with an enigmatical smile. Anyhow, Jurby seem-s to have held serious doubts on the subject, which ac- counts for the attention he has paid you latelr. He is no fool, and he has taken care to keep you within striking distance. Well, to return to what happened last evening. I had a chillir post of observa- tion among the bushes commanding the front of the house, but presently my patience was rewarded when the front door opened and Jurby appeared, half dragging, half carrying you out of the house. I must tell you, what Mr. Crofton will have already discovered, that Jurby is not by twenty years as old he has all along down here r>refended to be. With a little powder worked into his hair and a light framework or some such contrivance under his big-cnl clothes, he has presented the appearance of a. pleasant, easy-going, middle aged man. He is really not more than i'ortv. muscular and active; his rather full face lends itself to the decep- tion he has been practising. One does not easily suspect a man of that habit of body to a calling where physical activity is i-eqaisito- It was consequently no difficult matter for Jurby to convey your dead weight out into the garden and to a spot some fifty yards from the door. where he laid you on the ground and went back in the direc- tion of the stables. Naturally my first thought was that you were a dead man. and that Jurby was now going to depose of your body in some way, possibly by burying in the gar- den. Not a pleasant idea to contemplate, even on this fine morning; still, knowing my man. it was by no means far-fetched. To my great relief, however-for if. atl rather anticipated, the worst had happened, I should never have forgiven myself for not warning you—when, taking advantage of Jurby's departure, I crept nti to where you lay, and felt your pulse, I found that you had been drugged. I was then faced by the critical prob- lem as to what line of action I should take, since it wkg quite obvious Jurby would be returning to finish his foul work. Should I get you away from the place, or should I wait and see what the man's devilish game was? I am nfraid that pro- fessional instinct: prompted me to choose the less obvious and more hazardous course. Anyhow, while I was still debat- ing, the sound of wneels and a horse's booft coming softly over the grass de- cided the question for me. I retreated into covert as the vehicle, a low dog-cart, was pulled up beside you. Jurbv, who was driving, got down, and, opening the back of the cart, lifted you into the space underneath the seat, pulled up the tail-board to prevent your falling out, got up again, and drove slowly off. "Luckily it was a dark night. I slipped out from my hiding-place, ran after the cart, and as it passed out of the gate I bent down, and, darting forward, placed myself close to the tail-board, which, so long as I kept in a stooping position, hid me from the driver. Holding on to the cart, I ran along with it, the wheels and the horse's hoofs drowning the sound of my feet. I am a pretty good runner-it is necessary to be so in my line of business—and Jurby drove at a moderate pace, so that there was no difficulty in mv keeping up with him. and I must say that my curiosity as to what was going to happen invested my run with peculiar zest. Jurby took the read towards the rail- way station, a course which rather sur- prised and puziled me until he turned off to the ri»ht down a lane which runs paral- lel with tho line, and in about three fur- longs crosses it by an accommodation bridge. "I now began to have an inkling of the fellow's purpose. He drove on down the rough lane till the point was reached, where it turns to the left towards the railway line and ascends the slope to the bridge. Here gave signs of being a bout to pull np. and I therefore took an oppor- tunity of slipping from behind the cart into the covert of the thick straggling hedge. In accordance with my expecta- tion. the cart stopped a few yards farther on, and I crouching in the ditch over- grown with rank herbage, watched the proceedings, ready at any moment to interfere. "Jurby got down, lowered the tail- board, and drew you out of the cart. T could hear fhe thud ;1<1 your feet struck .the ground. Then. taking you under the arms, he becran to drag you towards the line. T let him get a little vrny. and then crawled stealthily after him. There is a fairly stiff fence to Turmount, and bv the time he had lifted you ov»t this I was close upon hlm. Onoe over that his work "F easier, though fiendish enough. He had only to drag you down the rather steep embankment, and so on to the l ire." Good heavens! What a villain:" T cried, and Gelston's face looked ghast]r as he began to realise what he had escaped. Jurby's idea." Rolt continued, "was now plain enough He was. of course, going to place you in your insensible con- dition across the rails, where you would He till a fri;n came along, and—well, there is no need to go into that. And on the rails, in the shadow of the bridge, he did leave you, with your neck in the most favourable position for decapitation. And all the while I wss crouching ajenong the bushes on the ombankment. straining my pars for the sign of an approaching train, For I realised that .Turhv w0uld be shrewd enough to f-ime the deed so as to minimise the chance's of your being found and rescued from that deadly position." "Yon did no* see your way to tackle j Jurby then :?nd there?" T suggested. Oh, Bolt answered. "It would' have been easy enougn, Tor I was armed. But there wetre disadvantages attaching to such a move. For one thing, it would have upset the plans I had laid for the capture of the gang later on that even- ing. I particularly did llift wish to strike a note of alarm. And, you know, these detective coups depend for their success very largely on what one may call etage- managemeut. No; I was ready to rash forward at the first sign that delay was unsafe, but much preferred—you must forgive me, Mr. Gel.s.ton-bringing off the rescue more artistically. And this I was happily able to,do. Having placed you on the line to his satisfaction, Jurby hurried back up the embankment, and in another half minute I heard him drive away. Then it was easy for me to make a dash for you, pull you away into safety, hurry off for as- sistance to the station, where I had several men posted on the look-out, and as quickly as possible get you conveyed here, where the police doctor saw you, and found that, beyond the hocusing, you had suffered no particular harm." So much for the story as it concerns Mr. Gelston. We now come to the second murderous attempt and narrow escape— yours, Mr. Crofton. Of that you know more than I; and so if you will give me an account of what happened to you at Morningford-place, I will just jot it down, and you can, if necessary, amplify it hereafter." I accordingly told my story, of which Rolt took copious notes. Yes," he commented gravely, when I had concluded my statement, that was a precious narrow squeak; you'll never be nearer death than that to come through to safety again," Ah," he added, reflectively, I didn't guess the risk I was letting you in for, or I'd have tackled Mr. Jurby earlier. Lucky we came up here when we did. You see, it was this way. When we got Mr. Gelst-on safely back here I naturally asked first thing for you, Mr. Crofton, and when I heard you had been out, and returned to inquire for your friend and then gone out again, it was to my mind obvious that you had gone to Morningford-place. The fact that it was, in the circum- stances, a particularly risky thing for you to, do at once occurred to me. I had just had tangible evidence of the unscru- pulous character of at least one of the gang, and I saw that if you were not to come to grief the sooner I hurried up to the Jurbys the better. It was opportune that, just as I was starting, news was brought to me that Richards, or Fitz- Richard. had been arrested in London. I fancy the gang down here had got wind of that some hours earlier, and for that reason determined on immediate flight. That, however, is by the way. With Richards arrested there was no longer reason for delay in making sure of his working confederates down here. I accordingly took a sergeant and three men and hastened with them up to Morning- ford-place. Arrived there I posted my men in ambush about the door, and was about to ring for admittance when the re- port of a firearm came from the dining- room. With your possible fate in my mind, I resolved to rush the place even at the risk of the wanted man slipping away af the back. If was as well we did so. I collected my men, who were close at hand; we went softly to the French windows of the dining-room, where I listened for a moment, and hearing a suspicious noise within, gave the word to force in the window. The men put their shoulders to it, burst it in with the shut- ters, and in a very few moments we were in the room, to find you lying insensible on the hearthrug and your three assail- ants making a desperate rush for the door. Unfortunately for them, however. they seemed to have locked it when they got yon into the room, and the delay caused by producing the key just gave us ¡ time enough to collar them. Yes," Rolt concluded, as he rose with a gesture of relief, "it had been a near thing for you, Mr. Crofton, and you may believe I was never so relieved in my life as when I found you were not, as I had feared, a dead man. That's the story, so far as it goes, and I am now due to attend its continuation at the police-court, where the men are to be brought up at noon. Will you come with me, Mr. Crofton? It is just possible we may want your evidence to-day." We were putting on our overcoats pre- paratory to starting when Wallace Rixon came in. The excitement in his manner seemed, I thought, rather tempered for the moment by surprise at finding Rolt with us. Good morning, Mr. Rixon," was the detective's genial greeting. You have heard the news?" "That Jurby has been arrested?" Rixon breathlessly. Is it for my uncle's murder?" "Jurby has not been arrested on that charge. Mr. Nixon," Rolt corrected with a smile. We have scarcely enough evidence to go on there. He and three confederates will be charged with com- mitting certain robberies in the neigh- bourhood. That's as far as we can go at present." Rixon's face seemed to fall at the an- nouncement. "Oh," he said, with a dis- comfited smile, "I made sure you had got hold of the perpetrator of the Flam- bards crime." We may have." Rolt repHed quietly. I won't say we haven't. It's a ques- tion of evidence. And. in the meantime we have these men on another job for which we have plenty." "I see." Rixon seemed to be trying hard to mask his disappointment. "Well, that is something. But surely," he pro- ceeded to argue, "if this man is known to be a criminal, that must go a long way to bring the crime at Flambards home to "It would,' Rolt agreed suavely, "in most men's minds. But as a matter of law we have no completf" chain of evi- dence against him on the lesser, but still serious, charse. There is nothing to pre- vent his still being indicted on the capital charge should evidence enough for a con- viction be forthcoming against him." Quite so; I see," Rixon replied. "I am ont y anxious to have the man who killed my uncle disco vered and the mystery cleared up. As matters stand it is an unpleasant state of things for Miss Archer and myself." Naturally," Rolt assented, moving to- wards the door. "But the case has all along presented difficulties which would hardly have occurred to you. Are you coming to the court-house?" I must go and tell my oousan the real state of the case, Rixon answered. She thinks Jurby is to be charged with my uncle's death. I'll come on later. He left us at the hotel door and we walked on to the court-house. At the entrance, Rolt wrote something in his pocket-book, tore out the leaf, and gave it to a police-sergeant on duty. Then we passed in to see the expansive Jurby. now strangely shrunken, with the smart little Errington on one side, and on the other the fiery but now much damped down De la Cour, all standing very crest-fallen in the dock. (To be Continued.)

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