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"Well?" said Peggy, in miserable anâ€" ger, "Are you satisfied ?2" "Eminently satisfied. I couldn‘t havs done it better myseolf. Lucky for us both wasn‘t it, that you didn‘t happen to be one of the hysterical type?" He tossed the revolver in his hand, and her eyes followed it instinctively up and down. "Don‘t be nervous," he said pleasantly, "I‘m quite an expert with it." Pezgy did not doubt that; the thrust of it into her side had felkt quite comâ€" srass, to round upon its track, the cyâ€" cles slipping sasily into position on either side of it before it had gone many yards. They were out of sight in a minute, headed back on their futile hunt for the stranger on the spaces ol th> moorland, where he was not. Peggy was dragged back into the shed by her wrist. Her captor leaned against the closed door, laughing. And that was all. They had been almost within touch of their man; Peggy had felt him tensing himself against the wall as they talked, to keep himself flattened out of their sight; and they wern» going away without him. They had reached the gate, and closed it behind them, and were kicking their motor cycles into action again. The car purred and shot away into the erass, to round upon its track, the cyâ€" garage, And the man was threatenâ€" ing her with a revolver. All he wanted, Peggy discovered, wa: that she should shield him from the police, who arrived on motor cycles five minutes later. Now read on! THREATS BEFORE LEAVING "Oh, nothing you need worry about Just that we‘d like a look at that grey car." He looked down significantly at the gravel under his feet. ‘"‘Looks liks you‘ve had one here not so long awzo.‘ Corrie Cewle: To all appearences a highlyâ€"respected youm; woman of society. Lady Cowle: Corrie‘s grandmother. Smali, fragile, clever, and an expert at all the arts. Music and painting are particularly her hobbiss. Leslie Graham: In public, a popular manâ€"aboutâ€"town, and Corrie‘s fiance. SYNCOFSIS of PREVIOUS CHAPTERS PEGGY CALDER got up one mornâ€" ing at four o‘clock. Daughter of a retired turned farmer, she was head of the family, an first to rise. But this n Peggy Calder: Aged twenty, dauzhâ€" , petent ter of a reflmiarmy officer eking out "And an anxious existence on a smallholding ! you o near Absotts Ferry, Peggy is thejreason "brains" of the family. | appeal Peter Sherwood Milne: A barrister| Don‘t from the Public Prosecutor‘s Departâ€" | mouth ment., He is working in conjunction | Don‘t with the police in the fight against i1â€"|start lsgal drug trafficking. I police. Commerce Muslc and Dramatlo Art Physleal Recreation Principal and Head Master Rer, Bert Howard, D.D. lustratadl prospectus and information m;rdn '!.nfi.BnSmflD: and Acholarsbhips on request. y registration recommended. PROTECT that new building or improvements by PHONE: DAY 104 NIGHT 237 Co â€" Educational T H M A N For Boys and Young Men Courses OfHaered : Public, Lower, Middle Sehool Honour Matriculation Becond Year Upi t ueen‘s) Business Admlgh\;m‘io{x (sqnd The Parachute Mail Bellevilie â€" "An Aid to Success" placing sufficient fire insurance. Inquire about our Low Rates. We also sell Automobile. Life., Sickness and Accident and Plate Glass Insurance ‘a retired army officer ‘, she was the business family, and always the But this morning, after T H E M A N O R For Girls and Young Women SECURITY by PETER BENEDICT She did not know when she had disâ€" liked anyone so much. All her indepenâ€" dence smarted at such usage. She had teen the very convenient fly walking into his parlour just in time to be of use to him. Keep her mouth shut! Yes, she thought she would do that. After all, quite apart from unnecesâ€" sarily worrying her parents, confidence in that quarter could hardly be exâ€" pected to produce any useful coâ€"Ooperaâ€" tion. But forget it! Forget that she had let loose a dangerous criminal upon the world when she had practically had him in her hands! Above all, forget that she owed him a grudge for makâ€" ing use of her! No, that was not likely. CHAPTER II PEGGY‘S PRIVATE PLANS It was too lat»e to do anything about it. Her precious extra time had been used up already, and she had work to do. Soon her parents would be getting up, and if everything was not as usual, they would bezin to ask questions; not, of course, because they, in the nature of things, preferred everything to run in routine, but because she had accusâ€" tomed them to getting things that way. The car crept to the road with engine still shut off, and swung suddenly and sleekly into geer as it turned., She reâ€" corded that it was a car which had cost a great deal of money; no smallâ€"time crook was this. Also she tried to zet a fuller glimpse of his face, but it was hidden except for the tooâ€"full mouth which grinned at her impudentâ€" ly as he flashed by. ‘"You‘re thinking you can shake me safe enough when I‘m gone. I can tell it by your eyes. You‘re thinking it will be ceasy enough to rimz up the police, or send a message through another person as a goâ€"between. Don‘t think it! Take my tip, and leave it alone. Listen, girl, while you take no action against me, I‘ve no grudge against you. But if you ever open your mouth to a single person, Iâ€" shall find it out; and thién heaven help you. That‘s all about it. Just so long as you know what you‘re taking on." He pulled his dark goggles down over his eyes, and got into the car, ‘"Now open the doors." She opened them. He still had the revolver in his hand. "And the gates on to the road." She opened those, toco; by the time she had swung them wide the grey car was already creeping down the slope of the path behind her. She stepped out of its way, her eyes feverâ€" ishly busy with thir body of it, and the build, and the number, though this last would almost certainly be a difâ€" ferent combination if ever she did see the car again, and she could not rely on it. j He shouted; "Sp long!" and waved his hand to her. She did not respond, unless the narrowing of her angry eyes against the sun‘s could be reckâ€" oned as a response. She wanted a mental picture of him, any which would conveniently stay in her mind. He had defeated her, and she was not used to taking defeat lying down. She stood there rigid by the gate, her hand holdâ€" ing it open behind her, looking after his car until it had disappeared on the valâ€" ley road into Abbott‘s Ferry, in the opposite direction to that taken by his pursuers, So, for the present, she must postpone investigations of the mysterious car and its equally mysterious driver. She kept the most likely threads in her ousl He laughed. "You‘ve learned nothing yet. If you go back on me any time in the next twelve monthsâ€"yes, or afterâ€" if you make just one little move against nu»â€"the most unpleasant thing you can think of will be honey and roses comâ€" pared to what wili happen to you. You‘ll keep your mouth tizht shut, and forget this ever happened, or take the consequences. But don‘t say that you haven‘t been warned." teeth. He turned in the act of opening the door of his car, and gave her a long, appraising look; and the dangerous exâ€" pression came back to his face for a moment., He raised a warning hand at her. petent enough for her. "And now," he went on, "T‘ll relieve you of my company, which for some reason doesn‘t seem to make any great appeal to you,. But listen to this! Don‘t go thinking you can open your mouth safely once T‘m out of sight. Don‘t come over publicâ€"spirited, and start giving descriptions of me to the police. Because if you do, T‘ll make you wish you‘d mover set eyes on me." "I wish that now," said Pegegey furiâ€" "1 PINE STREET N. TVMMINES id Peggy furiâ€" her But Peggy Calder thought she would know \the place where he had left it. There had been a heavy dew that morning, and the grass, too, would be on her side in the matter of retaining prints. Several times she lost the trail completely for a while, but each time she found it again. It led her well out into the desolate stretches, where ocâ€" casional copses broke the monotony, but no houses, There were a few ugly breaks in the ground where clay had been excavated until the quality of the For once fervamt thanks was due to thos> moorland roads, usually the recipients of nothing better than maleâ€" dictions. They were not "made" roads; they had never been surfaced with tarmacadam, or any of the new comâ€" pounds which make driving easy; they were simply levelled in the hard clay of the moors, and trodden down by centuries of use into itheir present state of nearâ€"rock. But there was plenâ€" ty of dust on themâ€"a heavy clay dust which did not blow abcut unless the wind was high, but lay where it was pressed; and it had retained most graciously, though here and there stony patches broke the sequence, the print of those arrowhead tyres. If she had not known beforehand what to look for, she would never have foundâ€" half that trail, and probably would not have traced it for more than a hundred yards from her own gatse, where it was lost for a long stretch in a long outcrop of genuine rock, polished and shining in the dry weather. The grass fell back here, as it did in many places, and the road swelled to the dimensions of teh crop of rock; and on either side the grass was short, so that a car could easily leave the road proâ€" per and take to the sort of crossâ€" country run which was a commonplace up here. cisposit gave out; one of two shafts sunk for coal, with as little result; long stretches of heather and furze; clumps cf birch saplings only breastâ€"high to her, waving their shimmering leaves in the ghost of a hot wind. A fascinating place, in its way, but very lonely. IN THE TRACK OF THE TYRES She wondered if that was why the car had been there, And then she thought azain of something which she had forâ€" gotten completely; the aeroplane. It was unreasonable, perhaps, to connsct the two; but coincidence surely had not dropped all these unusual trifles into her lap in one morning for nothing. ‘There must be a connexion, or at least the possibility of a connexion must be taken into consideration. Cars could camp here Yor the night, and be noticed by no one. Aeroplanes ecould landâ€"no, on second thought that was impossible; landing was, she remembered, a delicate business, and undertaken at nizsht only on properly lit fiyingâ€"fields, unless a mischance made it necessary to take a big risk in order to avoid a bigger. Besides, the aeroplane last night had nit landed; she had ‘been awake for some time, listening to the hum of it as it cruised What it was, what it could be, she had no idea. But crooks â€" the vague term which she had borrowed from the films, to which this affair seemed to belong, covered a multitude of possiâ€" bilities in the personality of her enemy â€"Crooks do not drive out to the middle of one of the loneliest places in Britain in the middle of the night for nothing. There had to be a connexion. Already she could say truthfully that she was nearing the middle of the moor. She herself would not have ‘been so anxious to cross it at night, but this man knew his way all right. He had done the journey before. And why? Why was this place chosen, if not for its very loneliness, and the fact that there were no houses withinâ€" sight or earshot. In the afteroon Peggy shook hér duties off her shoulders hurriedly, and escaped to the waiting cartracks in the She was curiously unconscious of anything melodramatic in the busiâ€" ness, She knew that she was more than ordinarily excited and touchy that morning, and that things were hapâ€" pening to her which had never hapâ€" pened before. But that, in its way, was a stroke of luck, After all, she had been on the ‘brink of finding life at this mcoorland cottage in the backwoods, and it was anything but boring now. mind as she fed the chickens and the pigs, and lit the fire in the broad kitâ€" chen gra‘s. The tracks of the wheels might give her a lead; and there she was on safe ground, for there would be no other car over them this morning. It was not the breadman‘s day for deâ€" livering, and there was nothin; else immediately due. And it was not going to rain. The sky was cloudless. For what they should prove to be worth, the tracks would keep. COPYRIGHT The cloth baffled her until she wrenched herself out ‘of the gorse bushes, and threw herself down in the grass to spread it out before her to its fullest extent. It proved to be round, or, more properly, semiâ€"spheroid in shape, like the half of a balloon; it was quite three feet across, thouzh she had not believed it could be half so large; and the cords were Aattached to rings all round its edges. She knew what it was. She had actually seen parachutes in use, not only on the screen, but actually in real lifé, on one of her rare holidays. Then she caught a gleam of someâ€" thing lying among the gorse something dully white, which showed only as a crumpled piece of tissue paper left from the last picnic might show She parted the stems over it, gingerly, with her hands, and it assumed a more intriguing shape. It was a handkerâ€" chiefâ€"no, it was the wronz material for that, coarser, harder, like unbleachâ€" ed calico. Peéeggy put her hand down to pick it up, though she had little hopes of it; and under it something harder and hsavy was picked up, swinging against her wrist. PEGGY FINDS A PARACHUTE It proved to be a small parcel wrapâ€" ped in strong greyish paper, and atâ€" tachea to the cloth by a whole comâ€" plicated system of thin cords. Small it might be, but it ‘weighed heavily for its size; ‘her practised hand tossed it, and hazarded a guess of a pound, more or less; maybe an ounce or so one way or the other, but certainly not more than that, A compact sort of content to it, like a slab of butter but rounded in shape instead of cut off clearly. And this was a parachute for metâ€" chandise, and merchandise of a clanâ€" destine kind, something which could not be sent by post, wrich could not travel by road transport in safety, which could com»e only direct from supâ€" ply to demand, and without the knowlâ€" edge of a third party. Hence the holâ€" low on the moors, ideally designed for dropping things from ‘planes; for given a little bombing experience on the pilot‘s part, and a@ light shown from below by the confederate, the arena was a target large enough to receive all misâ€" siles, and smooth enouzh to conceal none of them once they were received. Ther> could be few places so perfectly adapted to the purpose. hem of the fabric. True, they meant nothing to her; but they might mean much to the police, who were notoriâ€" ously neither so stupid nor so illâ€" inâ€" formed as they were represented to be in contemporary fiction. She read them over, and for all her enthusiasm could make nothing out of them at all. you! Why? Someone reâ€" peating his arrangements to see if h> had them right? "Any queries through No. 4" was easy enougm, but not helpâ€" ful. It proved there were at least four in the know, at any rate. Which numâ€" ber, she wondered, cloaked the identity of the man with the grey car? And what was the racket? But she had the answer to that in her hand. She braced her fingers under the string which bound the parcel; and there she paused. No, she would not open it; not because she had any wild ideas about infernal machines conâ€" cealed in it, but because everything about it, even the way the cord was might mean something to those who had the regular task of handling such things. No, she would not disturb it in any way; she would fold up the parachute just as it was, and take the whole thing home, to be delivered to the police in Abbott‘s Ferry toâ€"morrow, Then she found the place where a car â€"â€"she could not be positive of the tyreâ€" pattern here, but she thought it was the sameâ€"had left the road, and taken to the qgrass. There was a cartâ€"track here, longâ€"grassed over, but usable, inâ€" deed probably much more usable than it had been kefore the grass covered it; it had once led down to one of the clayâ€"pits; but the pit had never been more than a shallow and broad remova‘ of the turf, and was now as green as ever it had been. It lay in a great natural amphitheâ€" atre, a perfectly oval in shape, and about 1C0 yards across at its broadest. The cartâ€"track made a lead down into it, and that was the only break in a ring of young birch trees which rimmed the top of the slope thickly, hiding it from anyone who did not actually thread their silvery trunks and look down into the hollow. Peggy walked slowly all round the arena, all over it, across it from side to side, and saw nothing out of the ordinary, She went higher, into the lower fringe of the young trees, and walked round once again. There were furze bushes there in pleonty, lowâ€"set into the longer grass, so that she trod warily among them, twisting her dress closely round her legs. Halfway round and she had found nothing to excite or satisfy her curiosity. Naturally enouzh, he had taken away with him whatever he had come to get, whether it was mere information by word of mouth, or something more substantial. On the under side of the parachute she found something else of interest, of great interest; a few words on a slip of paper and pinned to the She found a place in the grassy slide down to it where a mor» lush growth, fat with milkweed, invaded the grass; and it was easy there to see that someâ€" thing heavy had passed over the traiiâ€" ing stems and crush>d them, for they "@uoting you: 9:5:u0c. 4: no need await â€" confirmation. Any _ queries through No. 4. Meéere Col." lay flattened and dark awzainst the resilient underâ€"carpet of grass. Now that she came to remember it so vividly, the lights at the wingâ€"tips had gone out very quickly:; that meant they had served their purpose; and their purpose had been simply to identiâ€" fy the machine to its confederate beâ€" low, All of which was very pretty reasoning, but so far need not bear any rTelation to what facts she had. about over the moor, and watching the lights at its wing ts Pallbearers were three sons of the deccased, Thomas, of Uxbridge, James of Cobalt, and Patrick, of Monteith, a sonâ€"inâ€"law, Mr. Fred Paxton of Richâ€" mond Hill, and H. Plumer of Monteith, and wWm. Mansfield of Schumacher. (St. Catharines Standard.) The Ottawa Journal hands one to the Canadian Travel Bureau. It reports the arrival in Rome of an Indian potentate with 12 wives, son and daughters of unâ€" specified number, 50 servants and 650 trunks. An invasion of a few potentates like that in Canada might almost lift the CN.R. mortgage or send CPR. common up a few points,. at Val Gagne on Saturday morning, at nine o‘clock.. The remains were reâ€" crived at the door of the church by the Kev. J. K. O‘Gorman, P. P., of Timâ€" mins. Solemn requiem high Mass was celebrated by her son, the Rev. J. A. Caufield, P. P., of Cobalt, with the Rev. P. Morin, P. P., Val Gagne, as Deacon and the Rev. T. J. McManus, Kirkland Lake, as Subâ€"Deacon. Low masses of Requiem were said on the two side altars of the church by the Rev. R. McMahon, P. P., Kirkland Lake, and the Rev. R. J. Roney, Timmins. Presâ€" ent in the sanctuary were the Rev. H. J. Martindale, P. P., Schumather, and the Rev. F. M. Weiler, C. R., of North Bay College. Five sons and three dawzhters are left to revere the memory of a faithful and saintly mother. They are the Rev. John A. Caufield, Parish Priest of Coâ€" balt, Thomas of Uxbridge, James of Cobalt, Patrick and Austin of Monâ€" teith, and Mrs. Fred Paxton, of Richâ€" mond Hill, Helen, RN., of Monteith, and Margaret of Toronto. One Way to Solve the Big Railway Problem in Canada Death removed another pioneer of the Monteith district when on August ard, Mrs. Margaret Caufiad, widow of Thos. J Caufield, passed to her eternai reward. Born in Pickering, Ont., sevâ€" entyâ€"two years ago, her maiden name was Manzaret O‘Donnell. The greater part of her life was spent in old Onâ€" tario, and for many years after her marriage to Thomas Caufi#id they reâ€" sided at Uxbridge, where their eight children were born. In 1918, the Caufields became resiâ€" dents of the Monteith district. Predeâ€" ceased by her husband in February, 1937, this estimable woman bore great and constant suffering with fortitude and courage over a lengthy period of time. Her last mortal remains were borne from her home to her parish church Rev. 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