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tU CALL RIGHTS RBSEILVID. ] 11 ( ? THE MAN HUNT ? Im By TOM GALLON, Ifll #A\ Author of "Tatterley," "The Great Gay Road," &c. A\ CHAPTER IX (Continued). MR. LITCHFIELD SEES A GHOST, Nevertheless, the mere instinct of going hack to the only place she knew as home actually took her into Wedgwood Square that evening, after all but she did not enter the house. The irresolute fashion in which she had made her journey from the City to Kensington delayed her a very long time, and had enabled Slade to get to the City, nlid to go through his encounter in the dark v.- th a certain clean-shaven man, and to get back to his own rooms. So that Hetty, corning into Wedgwood Square, was able to see Adams—Murdoch Slade's man—hurry up • vo the house with a note; and presently to see also Boyd Litchfield come out in an equal hurry, and set off across the Park. Hetty, from the corner of the Square, in the dark- ness. reasoned within herself that she knew what had happened, and that a discovery had been made "oncerning the keys. It Fsemed as thougn Wedgwood Square must know her no more. With a little sigh she turned away, unde- cided what to do. And then it occurred to her that she might go to that quiet little hotel to which Manners had taken her on that night when lie had found her in the room with the murdered boy. They would know her there, and it would Be unnecessary lor her to account for not having any luggage. It was a quiet little family place, and, as she had done before, she could borrow things for the night from a chamber- maid. But morning found her on her way to Bloornsbury. By this time something must have happened to Manners; either he had succeeded or had failed. It he had succeeded, she might have some news of him at his old rooms if, on the other hand, ho had failed, there would surely be news of some sort, how- ever startling it might be. There could at least be no harm in her going to the rooms .ind making inquiries on her own account, for who was to associate a humble little per- son like herself with such a business? Fate plays unkind tricks, and in this case played a very unkind one indeed. For if Hetty had arrived at the door of those rooms come ten minutes earlier Manneii must have recognised her voice, and must at once have explained to Jarman that this was a friend, absolutely to be trusted, even though at the same time he might have had to silence Hetty, and to warn her to guard her secret r.s to his real identity. But, as it happened, Rodney Manners was cooling his heels in the Egyptian gallery of the British Museum, waiting in vain for Hetty while that young lady, with fear for him causing her heart to beat at treble its usual rate, was ringing the ball that communicated with his rooms. For by that time the lower door leading to the street had been opened for the day- for the r.se of the offices in the lower part of the building. Hetty's dismay may be imagined when Jar- man opened the door and stood looking at her. She had had an absurd feeling that the door might after all be opened by Manners himself, and she be drawn swiftly inside now she realised how ridiculous the thought •was. This was some new tenant, who.doubt- less would know nothing about him. Good morning," said Jarman, in his deep voice. What can I do for you? It was all so astounding, bccause by all the rules of the game. unless something sinister had happened to Manners, he should with his keys have gained entrance to these rooms. Yet here was a stranger, calmly facing her- a man who had obviously not been upset in the loost by any inopportune visitor. I—I beg your pardon," answered Hetty, crcatly at a less but perhaps I've come to the wrong place. I was half expecting1 to see a gentleman—half hoping he would be here." "What might happen to be the gentle- man's name, demanded Jarman, standing squarely in the doorway. "I don't know—at least, I mean to say that his name doesn't matter," faltered Ilettv, very much at a loss. "Wlint might lie be like?" demanded Ja rman. "Rather tall—and clean-shaven; not too vrell dressed. I'm afraid. It really doesn't matter, thank you." All Jarman's suspicions were aroused at once. His mysterious visitor had been traced: the description was too accurate for a mistake to have been made. He deter- mined that, for his part, he would be silent concerning what had happened; he shook his head stolidly at the girl. "I don't have visitors or Lh-t description," lie said. "i live here all alone, and, if it comes to that, I don't have visitors at all. I'm afraid you've made a mistake." "I'm very sorry to have troubled you," said Hetty, turning away. "I must have come to the wrong house." Her feet were actually en the stairs, on her way down, when a thought struck Jar- man, and he called to her. Erasmus Jarman was a man who desired to be accurate at all times in his statements, and who had, in truth, a very tender conscience. He deter- mined that he would set himself right with this girl, and show her how absolutely ac- curate he always was, and how much a man to be trusted. "I've made one slip," he said, as fie turned on the stairs and looked back at a. '■'I did have a visitor, now I come to think pf it." v fí f C?" she looked up at him witle eager t very big man who called here. His name WJt Murdoch Slade, Ig that the man you wn.nt" I 1 o. I "No/' fpHered tty: i ii I can't help ycu," said Jarittiin. Good Shorajng." She came VloV-n the staiis into the street, Ír)-fl\ to puzzle out this new 'thing. Why had Murdoch Slade gone there what was hikA object? Had lie, too got wind of what Jitt happened; was he on the track of her beloved? Or was there a conspiracy between this big stranger and Murdoch Slade, and had Manners fallen a victim to it? Why, above all things, had he heard nothing con- cerning the man who, armed with thoso keys she had procured for him, had means h invade his ol4 rooms the night before? » Her courage was roused now as it lind never been before; she was fighting in the dark, but she would fight desperately never- thelcs. Without a moment's hesitation she made her way straight to the. Yooms of Murdoch Slade; that was th§ one clue she had-the one name that had been men tioned in connection with the business. unless the stranger who had confronted her 1::1ew something of the matter, slio could rot understand why he had gone out of his y,-ay to mention Slade's namw. In Slade's rooms, at that very hour, Mr. Boyd Litchfield vas seated. Mr. Boyd Litchficld may be said t6 iuwe hovered back- V;ardB and forv.ards across the Park, between Wedgwood Square and Slade's rooms, fret- Irul with anxiety to "know what was hap- pening or "was likely to happen. And he was seated there, 'chewing the end of his long moustache, -h:fya shaking his head at life generally-, whet ttiere came a ring at the bell, nnd Adams, iMrswering it, announced "Miss Wake." The two "ffifen glanced at each other while thfe Servant, who had closed the door after Jiiih, stodA awaiting1 instructions. Litchfield had stfnWd to his feet in his excitement. making for the door; Slade laid a 5iand oh his arm. "Don't be in a hurry," said Slade in a Vhteper. "I'm just trying to think what this means. She wouldn't run her head into 'the lion's den like this without some special treason. Something must have happened." "We can only judge what is best to be 'done when we hear what she has to say," .,aid Litchfield nervously. "Better have her in." "Show the lady in-and don't leave the Hat, Adams," caul Slade. "I may want you. So Hester Wake was ushered in, and stood for a moment, after the door was closed, 1 looking at the two men. And now that she faced Glace she realised for thy 'first time now helpless she was, and how impossible it was for her to ask any direct question. For whom was she to inquire? What name Muta poae give to this man she loved without betrayiiaz his socrety So you'e come back have you?" mapped 'Litchficld. "What have you been doing? "1 am accountable to Mrs. Litchfield or to Grace—not to yon," answered Hetty. "I wanted to see Mr. Slade." "Well—you see me now; what have you got to say?" demanded Slade. "And where arc the keys you stole from me?" "I haven't got them," she replied in a low voice. And then, panting with excite- ment, and with her hands clasped together in entreaty she cried out, "What heve you done with the man to whom I gave them?" It was the turn of Murdoch Slade to look at her in astonishment. "I've never seen him—save in semi-darkness," he replied. "Who is he—and what is he?" "I won't. tell you that; I thought you knew," replied the girl. "But what have you done with him? You know where he is; you have been inquiring for him-" "Who told you that?" he demanded quickly. Again Hetty was silent; again she realised that there were things she could not say and questions she could not ask. The two men glanced at each other, and sud- denly Slade got between her and the door, ,and pointed sternly to a chair. But Iletty shook her head, and stood with her back to the wall like one at. bay, looking from one to the other. Now what I want to know is, who is this man for whom you stole the keys from me by a trick? I mean the man who got into the office and stole what he liked in the way of papers and money, and then got clean away. Who is he?" No possible suspicion of the truth had at that. time dawned upon Murdoch Slade or Litchfield; if they had formed any surmise at all it was that Hetty was in league with seme friend of the dead man and was work- ing against themselves. "I will not tell you," said the girl. "Where is lie now?" asked Litchfield im- is liQ n  patiently. "I don't know," faltered Hetty. "I came here to ask Ml" Slade that because I believe he knows." "Don't I tell yon that I'm all in the dark about this matter," exclaimed Slade. "Look here, Hetty," he went on, with a sudden change cf tone, "why the deuce can't you be reasonable? You were not as obstinate as this at one time; why don't you throw in your lot with us and help us in a difficult matter? You and I used to pull together well enough at one time- "Keep away from me," cried the girl, as he made a movement towards her. "I will tell you nothing—I would tell you nothing if I thought you'd kill me for my silence." ul\'e'll see about that," said Slade with an oath. "You've burnt your boats, young woman I'll not be set at defiance by any one like yon." He opened the door quickly and went out, closing it behind him. "What's he going to do?" asked Hetty nervously. "H ow should I know?" exclaimed Litch- field pettishly. "If you hadn't mixed your- self up in this business we should never have had this trouble. Come now—why I won't you be sensible? Tell your old friend who this fellow is to whom you gave the keyc." "I will tell yo. nothing," said Hetty. She turned to the door and opened it, only to find himself confronted by Murdoch Slade, > who thrust her back unceremoniously into the room. "You stop here," he said. "You don't get away quite so easily as all that. I've quite a lot to say to you, and it might as well be said now as at any other time." I'm not going to stop here," said tlàA girl, looking round her from one man to the other with wild, frightened eyes. You're going to stop here until you go away with Mr. Litchfield and myself," said Slade, thrusting his big head towards her. I'm not the sort of man to be browbeaten by a girl, and you are in possession of certain information which it is vital we should have. Consequently, you and I, and Litchfield for company, will take a journey together; and after that we'll hold you prisoner until such time as yon find it convenient to open your mouth, and say what we want yon to say." Slade turned the key in the door, and put the key in his packet; walked across to Litchfield, and drew him aside, and began to whisper urgently. The girl, watching, saw that Litchfield endeavoured to dissuade the other man from something, and that the other man was obstinate. Only one phrase she caught, and that was sufficiently startling. I won't countenance violence," said Litchfield, in a shaking voice. Murdoch Slade laughed, and again began to whisper urgently to the other man. Finally it seemed that Litchfield was persuaded; he shrugged kin shoulders, and turned away. Slade came back to the girl. I suppose, my dear, that if we attempted to take you away from here in the ordinary fashion," be said, you would kick up a pretty fuss, and got us into trouble—wouldn't you? You wouldn't take me very far," said Hetty quietly, with the ghost of a smile flitting across her face. I thought not," said Slade with a grin. Therefore, my pretty bird, we shall have to tie you up, and keep you quiet. You're going for a motor ride into the country." Litchfield must have had his orders; for, while Hetty stood bravely faoing Slade, the heavy silk scarf she wa-s wearing Was seized from behind, and lifted. and drawn quickly over her lips; md at the same instant Slade dropped his hands upon her arms, and held her as in a vice. She struggled and fought, but was utterly powerless lis tho grip of the two men. In a P ll ? been neitl?, mornent or two the scr.rf hc.d been neatly adjusFe3-iSi" Veil "Wfif pullea down, and a long tfoat fastened round her, with the collar turned up; it would have b-cen impos- sible for anyone to tell, from a superficial glanoe, that she was pipioned in any way. Slade unlocked the door; &nt(J Outside stood Adams, dressed for thfc foadv I The car is Wr/ kud the man. Litchficld and Stwfe "Jjut on their hats and toats; it was S-la<te vho marshalled the forces. He gave Instructions to Adams to take the lady by nno arm, while Litchfield took her by the other; she was to be taken downstairs and put into the car. Slade would fasten the door of the rooms after them, and would follow. Hetty by that time had given vup struggling; after all, she felt this was but a part of the game which she was playing for the sake of Die man she loved, and she knew that these men dared not harm her. So that they were really rather surprised that sho went so calmly. Downstairs, while the respectful Adams held open the door of the car, Slade had a word or two to say to the porter of the build- ing concerning the weather and the wind, while Litchfield got in beside the prisoner. Then Slade swung himself into the driver's seat, and Adams got in beside bim; the rugs were adiusted, and the car set off. making for the open country. But before this Rodney Manners had had a memorable interview with Mr. Jarman.. Returning dispirited from his vigil in the British Museum, he found Mr. Jarman in great l spirits, and obviously very pleased with himself. Jarman closcd the filter door mys- teriously, and led his new friend into the sitting-room, and there gave away the whole business. "All aorta of things are happening, Robert Marsh," said the big man, gleefully rubbing his hands. '"There's been another visitor." "Rather fortunate I was out—eh?" said Manners. Then, remembering himself, added hastily, -.Chat is, of course, if it was any- one like our friend Murdoch Slade." « Nt wasn't Murdoch Slade," said Jar- man. -Tliis time it was a lady." "A lady?" Manners was watching Jar- m-.tn attentively. "What sort of lady?" "A little, quiet thing in black, with a rather nice face, and rather pathetic eyes," he said. "But I don't trust nice faces nor pathetic eyes, and so 1 seut her away." "You sent her away?" exclaimed Man- inevs, like cine dated. "Do you realise what ';ou've done-you madman!" he cried, ) forgetful of everything. "Do you realise I that I've been watching and waiting for her the last hour or more? Do you understand that she's all the world to me, and that I would rather see her than anyone else at any time ? You -you didn't tell me," stammered Jarman. "Where have you sent her? Witat did she say ?" "She asked if I'd had a visitor," said the big man, speaking like a chidden schoolboy, "and I told her I hadn't. Then I felt rather guilty at not having told the truth, and I said I had had a visitor, and his name was Murdoch Slade She went away at once then." "And you've sent her to Murdoch Slade!" exclaimed Manners. "Oh, I wish I couid tell you, or explain to you what you've really done. I must go after her—I must End her." He started for the door as he spoke, but the big man barred the way. "Won't you let me help you?" pleaded Jarman. "I only did it for the best." "Heaven bless you, I know you did," said Manners, dropping his hand almost affec- tnatelyon Jarman's shoulder. "But I've got- to find her; nothing else matrs until I've done that." He was ont of the place alrsost before Jar- man could say a word; the big man, going to the door, craned his neck over the bannis- ters, to see the other man racing down the stairs and disappearing. With a sigh, Jar- man went back into the fat and closed the ioor. Manners made straight for Murdoch Slade's rooms. He had flung everything to the winds now; it was only of Hetty he thought. And now it seemed, when she was in peril and alone, that his love for her was a greater thing than he had ever known—a mightier thing than could even in his dreams ever have happened to him. His nails bit into the flesh of his palms as he thought what he would do if any barm had come to her. He reached the building at the top of which Slade's flat was situated. The porter was not in his lodge for the moment, and Manners went quickly up, until he stood outside the door of. the flat; there lie pressed his thumb hard against the knob of the electric bell, and heard it ringing in- Eide. But there was no response, and after t, minute or two he realised that- there was no one there. He was turning away, won- dering what he should do, when something on the floor at his feet caught his attention, knd he stooped and picked it up. A little black glove He knew whose glove that was; he put the little shabby thing to his lips before thrusting it into his pocket. She had been here, then, after all; this proved it. He went down the stairs, and spoke with what carelessness he could to the porter, who had Beburned to his post. "I find that Mr. Slade is not at homo," he said. Cton you tell me at what time Le's likely to return?" Le :? Couldn't say, sir," answered the man. Mr. Slade went off about 'alf an hour ago in the car; as he took 'is man with 'im, I should say 'e might be gone for a day or two. Any message, sir? No, it doesn't matter said Manners, Etandin? with his back to the man, and light- ing a cigarette. "Did Mr. Slade go alone?" No, sir; the car was full," answered the ".No, There was a young lady, and there was that gentleman that comes very often to r,cc Mr. Slade—tall gentleman with grey 'ai r, sir Mr. Litchfield." "That's the name, sir; and tjjere was Mr. Glade's man, and Mr. Slade driving." "Thank you very much." Manners came out of the building, carrying that little black glove in his pocket, and knowing veiy little about what he was to do. They might have taken the girl anywhere; whatever he did could only be done by the aid of guesswork. There was one possibil- ity, and one only, upon which he could work as Litchfield was with them, they might have gone down to that country house, -some twenty-four miles from London, in the grounds of which Manners had once lain bidden. He could try that at least. He drove straight to the London terminus, and some quarter of an hour later was in the train, on his way to the place. He was des- pera te now; all thought of personal safety were gone, and he did not care what hap- pened to him. When he alighted at the little station, and set off down the valley to the house that stood on the edge of it. his face was drawn and set, and he knew in his own mind that he was prepared for anything that might happen to him. if he found Slade and Litchfield there with the girl. His knowledge of the family told him that t here would only be a housekeeper and a ,-Ilrdener-a married couple-in charge of the place; the other servants were taken to Lon- don when the family moved. It might not, therefore, be difficult for him to gain an en- trance to the place unobserved. He began by reconnoitring the stable; there he fGun4 the great motor-car that he had seen once before at that place; he knew now that he was on the right scent. He crept up to the house; and in the most ordinary fashion lifted the latch of a door, and walked in. Passing the open dnur of a kitchen, he saw an elderly woman bending over soine house- hold duties: but she had not heard the door apen, and did not even look round. He tip- toed up a Sight of steps, until he came to a long corridor, traversing the house from one, end to the other; there he waited, listening. And lie. had not to listen long. He heard a man's voice speaking in low, deep tones; and then the shrill scream of a woman. He ran along the corridor, and caught at the handle of a door. and shook it; the door was locked. He thundered upon it with hands and feet, crying out to have it opened he heard an answering cry from within, in Hetty's voice. Then, after an in- terval, the door was unlocked, and he stepped into the room, and took Hetty into his arms. There was a dead silence, as he looked from Murdoch Slade to Litchfield and back again then, with a sort of frightened scream, Litch- field fell upon his knees, and covered his face with his hands. "In the name of ail that's horrible—who lire yov,?" demanded Slade in a hoarse I whisper. "J" "I am Rodney Manners," was the reply— I "come back from the dead!" (To be Continued.) I _00

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