Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 16, 1921 — page 106: what you’re looking at

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Victor Lauriston Author of “Pay Sand,” etc. CHAPTER XVII, THE UNEXPECTED HAPPENS. RS. FERINTOSH had come down M by the time Detective Tripp and Captain Grant returned from their fruitless chase. Robinson still seemed dazed and unsteady. To Tripp he tried to explain again just what had happened to him. ‘‘T watched, sir. Just watched in the dark, sir. Then up came some one behind me, very quiet, and grabbed me. went dizzy, all of a sudden. The next I knew I was hanging on to the post, and Miss Adair had switched on the light.” ‘What I want to know,” insisted Tripp, ‘is, what did the man look like?” Robinson puzzled. He was apparently trying to resolve his recollections into the real and the fanciful;. and they were too badly mixed to do this in a moment. “Vd say he was a tall man, sir; and dark. I’d say a foreigner, sir. He moved very quiet, just like a cat.” 3 “Or an Indian?” interpolated Glory Adair softly. She saw Tripp start at that suggestion. They were grouped around the sitting-room table. Behind their heavy lashes Glory Adair’s brown eyes glowed with sheer dev- iment. She had made that suggestion on the spur of the moment, for Tripp’s sole benefit. | There were few Indians to be seen in Then IL Carisford in these modern days. Then she remembered that at Moraviantown, close to the Bothwell oil wells, there was an In- dian reserve. ‘““T don’t know as to that, miss,” re- turned Robinson, a bit confused but still very respectful. ‘‘ It was too dark to tell much, and he must have been behind me. But I’d say a foreigner, anyway.” That was about-all he could say, though Tripp questioned him pertinaciously. Nor had Captain Grant much to add. Grant had seen a vague shape flitting through the shrubbery, and had at once shouted to Tripp. As for Tripp, he had blundered into a lawn seat and barked his shins, and had not got near enough to the fugitive to see anything. But he seemed eminently sat- isfied. He said good-night to Mrs. Fer- intosh and nodded amicably to Glory Adair. — She surmised that the little man wished to talk; so walked sedately with him as far as the tall iron gate. ’ “ Well?” said Tripp. | He. stopped in the path and looked squarely into her brownseyes. It was too dark to see much, but his manner was un- mistakably cocky. ‘“’ Miss Adair,” he said, “ I’ve been let- ting you run away with my common sense. You’re an uncommonly persuasive young woman. It’s just as well this thing hap- pened. It has brought me down to earth.” This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for Mareh 26, TA 97 CoOnmicloool< (C@ S|