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PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT. i t TN SHEEP'S CLOTHING. I I BY HEADON HILL, Mogmr-at P 7% Oman line Mystery," The Sentence of the Coart," "Tin Kiss of the Enemy." Link by Link." Ac., &0. # • [COPYRIGHT.] I [COPYRIGHT.]  PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS AMC6tNClDEr4TS I Sir GEORGE LEPSOOMBE, principal employer of labour at Grandport. WILL CASWAEDINE, a representative of Labour, formerly an emptoyca.t.Lipacombe a works. OWEN LIPSOOMBE, son of Sir George. BESSIE QARW AlWINE. Wilh raiher flighty Wife. LORD WA-RGRAVE, the villain of the piece. WIT, R KITE. caretaker at Lipecomoo's workg. and a m«ievoleat enemy of Owen. MARIAN BOURCHIER, an American heiress, in lore with Owen, but desperately wooed by W«.rgrav« The MARQUESS OF LISKEAED, Wargrave's I •father. ABF BINTRY. an amateur detective and a friend of Owen Lipscombe. SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. I SIR GEORGE LIPSCOMBE is defeated in a Parliamentary election by Will Carwar- diltC. and after the declaration of the pol. is found in his room at his works enot dead. CARWARDINE'S hour of triumph is saddened by the death of his little girl while be was engaged at the polling booth, and distressed by the fretful reproaches of his wife. who complains that the election has been put first by everybody OWEN LIPfcOOMBE describes the finding; of the body of his father, and his testimony that Sir George was left-handed put out. v-t the court the first theory that tba death of the latter was self-inflicted. WTLMER KITE insinuates that Owen knows more about his father's death than he states. LORD WARGRAYF: who had been helping Bir George in the election, suddenly leaves for London just before the result of the poll is declared. MARIAN BOURCHIER forces her way into the room where the dead lay. and, for a reason which becomes apparent later, drops her handkerchief near the chair on which Sir George was found lying: dead. Wargrave had told her that Sir George com- mitted suicide, and Tie Wa.rgrave) bad left his cigarette case In the room. Marian Beg your pardon, lady, but is there a large party for the yacht?'' i secures it, and hands it back to Wargrave. After Bessie Carwardine's supposed call. Marian refuses to see Owen. Later. she writes him to go to Grandport end watch j Winner Kite for evidence to clear himself of the suspicions levelled against him. BESSIE CARWARDINE, left alone in dreary London Icd?inge whUe her husband is in the House of Commons, resolves to have an evening out At a mn?ic hall she M i accosted by a man with the silkiest voice she has ever heard. He introduces him- aelf as Lord W argrave, and with his j plausible manner itlainuates himself into Bessie's good graces, and takes her to .upper at a restaurant. He sends her home j in his motor brougham, and tells the chauffeur to oall at the Carlton and ask Miss Bourohier if Ower Livsoombe is there, « Mrs. Carwardine has called for him. He also instructs his man to swear, if ne-ces- sa;*y. that the car belongs to Lipscombe. Arriving home. Bessie finds her husband there before her. He inquires the owner of the oar and is told. "Mr. Owen Lipscombe." The MARQUESS OF LlfeKEARD, Lord War- grave's father, is found fallen in the street by WILL CARWARDINE. who escorts him home- wards. When crossing the street tnev are run down by a motor-car. driven by the chauffeur who had brought Bessie home. Wfl! is taken to the marquess's house, where, when he recovers consciousce^. Wargrave visits him. Latter offers to con- vey message to Bessie, and later induces the latter to consent to a trip with her husband, on Wargrave's yacht, the Dragon. To Miss Bourehier W,.ir-rai,e states that Owen is hiding at Lipscombe under a clond, and to Will he mentions that he has lent the -Dragon to Owen for a cruise. Will t returns home to fin-d that his wife had left bv motor-car to join him on the yacht." b"Wy ill, in his desDeration, calls upon 1riss "re,hier. w h o, in coti,r, Rou,hier. who. in course of conversation, tellos him that Owen was not with her when the motor-car called at her hotel. ARE BINTRY takes a hand in the game, and adviaes Owen to send a frig™id reply to Miss Bourehier. CHAPTER XVI. I IN THE JAWS OF THE DRAGON." 1 Bessie Carwardine lay back in the front I seat of the great Daimler as it swept out of Daisy-street, for the benefit of the children dancing round the piano-organ at the corner striving to look as if the car and all that it II implied were hers. Soaring ambition could demand no higher consummation than thj. I To be riding in that wonderful machine I owned by the son of a marquess, on her way I to join a yacht which was alw the property  of that amiable noMeman. seemed too good to be trueol J If only her fellow-workers in the milliner's I shop at Grandport, where she had trimmed j lyate three years before, could see her now! How their mouths would water with envy, and with what gracious emilee she would re- pay them! I* ie had never appreciated her husband's hard-won contest at the election, but now that she had secured fruits of vic- j tory beyond her wildest dreams, she was fully prepared to revel in them. ¡ or was the author of these new delights forgotten in the apotheosis of her triumph. Che gave him his fall, if somewhat" tardy, due as the prime cause of her social advancement. She longed to "ee him again and tell him so, and to admit how sorry she was for not from the first recognising that it would take at least a month to make their footing sure on the heights they had attained. She would confess to him with tears that it had been only oaby's death which had upeet her, and that -.had been secretly proud of him all long. Will had certainly been a little grim and stand-off towards her since her evening of revolt. But she could make every allowance for that, and would beg his pardon for it at tbe first opportunity, slyly hinting, perhaps, at the same time that if she had not done that little splash on her own account he would have been too busy with his musty blue-books to take the social plunge himself. It was still broad daylight when the car eroesed Vauxhall Bridge and dived into a. maze of southern suburbs, sordid at first but improving presently to the quiet streets of ftlla.dom, which in turn were merged in leafy country roads. Inexperienced motorist as she wad, Bessie could not help noticing that after they had left London behind they were not going so fast as other cars which passed or met them, and this caused her for the first time to address the silent figure at her side We shall be there in time? she asked, a little nervously. The sphinx-like chauffeur glanced down at her, his immobile features perfectly rigid. Itt time for what, madajne ? he said in a. voice devoid of all expression. For the sailing of the yacht. I should not like to be left behind." replied Bessie, won- dering if the man were ill-tempered or only stupid. The yacht -will not sail without you," the chanffenr affirmed, and there was the faintest flicker in his steely eyes as he bent over his wheel. After a pause, as though he feared lest his uncommunicativenees might be taken for rudeness, he vouchsafed: His lordship ordered me to drive slowly. He wished to be oa board to receive you, I think;, Had he and my husband started from TAs- keard House when you left to fetch me? de- manded Bet*sde, emboldened by the addition. That, madam. I cannot say. I brought the car from the garage without calling at IAskeaxd House," was the reply. Chilled by the man's manner, Bessie made no further attempt at conversation, but gave herself up to enjoyment of the calm beauty of the summer night. It was like Lord War- grave's thoughtful kindness, she told herself, J to give her this novel treat i6 a foretaste of the larger hospitality to follow. She was per- fectly frank in her self-communings as to his lordship's motive in offering such a whole- hearted friendship to people who till a few days ago had been utter strangers. He had an eye for a pretty woman, and what harm was there in that? Were not the photo- graphers' windows full of the pictures of pro- fessional beauties beyond reproach both as to rank and morals? That Lord Wargrave had included her husband in his generous consideration was proof positive that there was no harm. As they pad through Northfleet the impenetrable driver bent forward and scruti- nised the clock in front of the car. The result was that, with a muttered exclamation, he immediately increased the speed, and Bessie, glancing at the clock, which she had not perceived before, saw that it was twenty minutes to ten. At the same time L-he shrank back in alarm, for the car was rushing for- ward a-t forty miles an hour, and it was now pitch dark. I have cut it rather fine, but they won't start without you," the chauffeur shouted in her oar. Why are you going so fast then?" screamed Bessie, holding on to the arm-rest. Something, and it was only the pa-ce, wes beginning to cause her vague alarm. The leisurely progret-s. followed by this sudden rush through the darkness, seemed incon- sistent and inexplicable. She hoped that Lord Wargrave's silent servant was not mad. But his aaswer was evidence of sanity, if a confession of incompetence. I miscalcu- lated the distance, he said. "His lordship will be angry if I ain't there on time. There's no danger." So they whiried along the Kentieh highway and came to the lights of Gravetend before Beesie had made up her mind whether or no to complain of the chauffeur's strange beha- viour to his master, lie slowed down. and brought up the car with snteh a grand sweep at the pier-gates that ehe was half inclined to forgive him--etipecialtly aj there were not a t lew spectators to see her alight. -The yacht's boat will be waiting for you at the end of the pier. madam," said the chauffeur. Ask for 'The Dragon's' boat One of the&e men will carry your luggage." There ensued a scramble of longshore loafers to secure Bessie's modest trunk, and it fell to the lot of the fattest of a.ll the pack, who, curiously enough, was also the most agile, to possess himself of the prize. As Bessie followed him in to the pier the car I which had brought her swung off along the front and, turning into a by-street, was lost I H} view. The stout porter panted and snorted under his load as he led the way towards the land- ing stairs with the shambling jog-trot of hie tribe. He had covered hai-f the distance when he half turned his head and addressed his fare in a thick, throaty wheeze:— Beg your pardon, lady, but is there a large party for the yacht ? If there are any more coming I'd hang about for another job, but if not I may as well get home to bed." "So far I know there are only two gentlemen besides myself, and they are on board already," replied Bessie, taking it for granted that she was correct in her assertioa. "One of 'em will be the lord as owns the yacht. lady ? persisted the porter, who seemed to be alcoholically affable. Yes, and the other is my husband. MT. Carwardine, the member for Grandport," re- joined Bessie, moved to tender the informa- tion by a desire to impress even this rough fellow that the proprieties were observed. The porter appeared satisfied, and trotted on to the stairs, at the foot of which a boat was rocking on the tide. Lady for the Dragon.' he called down, bringing one of the two sailors up the steps to relieve him of his load and help Bessie into the boat. "Expecting any more?" asked the inquisi- tive longshoreman, spitting on the shilling handed him by his fare. "Mind your own business," retorted the yachtsman, Gharply. The boat shot away from the pier. and Bessie, sitting in the stern, saw that it was making for a row of lighted port-holes a hundred yards out on the broad river. As they drew nearer the shapely fcrm of a small steamer of two hundred tons loomed into view, and the fair passenger in the dinghy heaved a sigh cf relief, which, to do her justice, was largely due to the approaching reunion with her husband. It would be good to have her sturdy mate's arms round her again, and to hear his own assurance that that he was none the worse for his mishap. But at the yacht's gangway a severe set- back awaited her. As soon as she reached i the deck a man stepped forward, and. rais- ing a brass-bound cap. introdnaed himself as the captain. I regret to inform you." he added, "that an hour ago I received a tele- gram from his lordship saying that he had been unavoidably detained, and that he and the other gentleman would not reach Graves- end till to-rr.orrow morning. In the mean- while we were to do everything to make you comfortable, and I was to lie particular to I say that the delay was not due to Mr. Car- wardine's health." "Yon are sure of t.hat?" said Bessie, choking down a t-ob of disappointment. "Can—can I se» the telegram?" Tie captain, a burly, blackbearded man with shifty eyes, seemed for the moment at a IVelli no madam," he rep-lied, laughing gruffly. "The fact is I didn t think it would be ;i<iked for. and I tore it up and chucked the pieces over the rail into the river. But it was -ap rye told you. Here is the stewa-rd, madam; he'll show you your ca-bin, and serve you with supper in the saloon." With which, as though he had said the last word in the matter, he turned on his heel and walked away. There was nothing for it but to bow to the inevitable, and Bessie followed her conductor to a prettily-decorated deck ca.bin which showed signs of careful preparation. The electric light shone on silken hanngos and a wealth of flowers. The steward deftly unstrapped her trunk, but. sorrowfully aitaan- doning the idea, of arraying herself in the evening blouse upon which she had been busy, she told him that as she was alone she would not make any change in her attire. In the saloon a luxurious meal of courses was brought to bør and, though it enhanced her loneliness, it in some vsgmo way inoreacied her eenise of secwrrty to note that the taifcie was laid for three persons. She had begun to wonder whether she waa not the victim of something1 more sinister tha.n unavoidable dv. and it wme re- assuring to have this p'f that the original plan had been provided for by those on board. She remembered, too, the chauffeur's adarm at finding that he was luvte—anotiiea* proff that the owner's absence was unfore- seen. When she bad refreshed herself she only lingwed on deck a few minutes to watch the twinkling lights on shore and river, and then retired to he- oabiri. The sooner she got to sleep the sooner woirfd the morrow conte, bringing Will and the termination of a.n experience not altogether to her liking. The bed in the bunk was luxuriously soft and comfortable, and being drowsy with her drive she was soon wrapped in deep slumber. So sha remained for many hours till just as dawn was breaking she awoke with a start. An instinctive prescience of coming evil (filled her with terror, causing her to leap out of bed and rush to the port-hole. The shore, close to which they had been anchored the night before, was a mile away. The ya?ht was steaming steadily down the river towards the open 3ea on a favouring tide. (TO BE CONTINUED TO-MOJLEOWJ [

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