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Take advantage of this opportunity toâ€"day 3 Cedar St. N. _â€"_â€" Phone 915 Cleaning â€" Pressing â€" Alterations Win a New Suit or Coat For $1.00 irst Avenue Timmins Bottling Works W. 1. Montgomery FIGURE SKATING EQUIPMENT USED FURNITURE READYâ€"TOâ€"WEAR The Fern Cottage RESTAURANT SPECIAL SUNDAY DINNERS . C. Arnott All Sizes and Widths SOFT DRINKS QUALITY WEAR Try Our Our Delicious Meals MANUFACTURERS ORDER TOâ€"DAY Phone 1345 Highest Quality Beverages For Delivery sSchumacher TIMMINS TrIEé G0QLDEN SANDS Characters in the Story PETER CROSBY: Young mining enâ€" gineer taking a modest seaside holiday when the story opens. SIR JOHN CARR: A South African gold mining magnate; widower, rather nompous and purseâ€"proud, but sound pt heart. LUCY CARR : His only child, a very attractive girl in the early twenties. MR. XOSA, A coloured man of Euroâ€" pean education, short of stature, but a giant in detective skill.. TERENCE PARRY: A rich young acquaintance of the Carr‘s. A man of great charm and good looks. FRANCIS GOULD: Sir John Cartr‘s secretary. Silent, reserved: much ocâ€" cupied with his work and with mining statistics. CHAPTER XXV PARRY‘S HOUR STRIKES Sir John Carr appeared at breakfast, looking tired and ill. He‘confessed that he had slept very little. "It has been a shock," he confessed. "I couldn‘t get to sleep for thinking of Gouldâ€"out there somewhere, being hunted down. Why, he‘d been with me for years, Even now, I can scarcely credit it." Terry broke an uncomfortable silence. Despite his vigil, he looked remarkâ€" ably fresh. Peter, who felt as though he had been pulled through a threshâ€" iny machine, envied his vigour, and apparently unaffected appetite. | "It‘s all too horrible!" said Lucy. She shuddered. "I wonder â€" if : they‘ve caught him yet?" Terry spoke briskly. "LCak here, there‘s no point in brooding abcout it. It‘s a perfectly marvellous morning. I‘ll tell you what we‘ll do. There‘s a preitty little place Tartary Rock, a few miles along the coast. I recommend Sir John to spend the day quietly, here in the hotel. T‘ll drive Peter and Lucy o Tartary Rock. We‘ll have a sw1m do a spot of exploring, and wend" our way peacefuly home. It‘ll take our minds off this beastly business." Peter found himself admitting that Terry‘s coutlock was eminently san>. Sir John als> expressed his agreement. "~ think you‘re right. A rest will do me good." He smiled wryly. "Not as young as I was, I‘m afraid. You young veople go off and enjoy yourselves." After jbreakfast Terry drove SHir John‘s big car round to the front of ie hotel, and ordered Petel and Lucy into the back seats. ‘"Tartary Rock!" said Terry, and pointed to where the sea had carved a ‘bay out of the land, and in the centre of the bay a large reddish rock rose out of the water, gleaming dully in the sun. As they left the town, Peter stole a glance at the girl, sitting so close to him, the wind playing gently on her fair hair. They began to talk, and Peter resolved to divert her mind from recent events. But it was Terry who carried the day. He kept up a continual, highâ€" spirited chatter, merging at times inito lightâ€"hearted nonsense. Every mile under the wheels seemed to place the tragedy farther behind them. The road ;urned and twisted, always keeping the bluge sea in sight. On their right, wooded country swept across a wide plateau to the foot of blue, scrubâ€" covered hills in the distance. Terry parked the car with its nose buried in a bush, to afford it the maxiâ€" mum shadse. They stood on the lip of a cliff, looking directly down on the strange red rock. A narrow path zigâ€" zagged to the sands. Terry threw himself down on the turf. "Glorious!" he said, and gazed up into the blue depths of the sky. "We‘ll go for a siwim presently, but not now. I feel lazy." He cocked an amusâ€" ed eve at the pair. "I intend to dozs and ;hink noble thoughts," he declared. "You two might prefer a stroll, and leave me to my meditations?" Peter thought the hint too direct by half. But Lucy responded readily. She started nimbly down the narrow path. He grinned infectiously. Peter smilâ€" ed back, and followed Lucy down the patch. Terry, left alone, smoked lazily for a few minutes. Then he stubbed out his cigarette carefully in the grass, rolled over leisurely on his s*+cmach, and watched the progress of the other two. _ They were descending to the beach together, laughing lightâ€"heartâ€" edly as Peter helped the girl over the rcugh places. ‘"Go on, you ass!" hissed Terry at the sitill hesitant Peter. Terry watched them, and smiled. It was rather a grim little smile. His lazy good humour suddenly disappeared. The brown evyes seemed suddenly to be fliecked with yellow, the face tense and considerably less pleasing. Me rose to his feet, thrust his hands into the pockets of his white flannels, and s{%rolled towards Sir John‘s car. He hesitated, and glanced round cautiously. The heat of the morning had increased. The sun beat down out of a fierce blue sky. And everything was still. From where he stood, Terry could see along the shore, a long ribâ€" bon of gleaming white sand, and back along the road they had come, another white ribbon that wound between green country, its level surface broken here and there by little clumps of :: and aloes. There was nothing in sight On the sands, two figures picked their way along. absurdly foreshortened and diâ€" minished from his height; but Terry knew that although he could see Lucy and Peter, they could not see him. With a quick twist he turned the key in the lock of the car‘s luggage The big limousine had a builtâ€"in luggage compartment a;, the rear, large enough to hold a couple of goodâ€" ized trunks. Terry contemplated it, put a hand in his pocket and drew out a bunch Of keys. He bent over the luggage compartment and carefully inâ€" serted a key in the lock. %\’th“ ‘:{\‘? .~’. k a zm ~ 3\;‘1?);’7' { r r . F is , $W§:fi ?y Alexunder Cflmpbell PUBLISHMED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT compartment. Then he raised the heavy metal cover until the steel rod which held it in place had straightened out and clicked into rigidity. Gould lay cramped up in the space generally occupied by his employer‘s luggage. His knees were almost up to his chin. And his hands and feet were securely bound. A gag had been thrust into his mouth, making more repellant than ever his palled unshaven face. In the scrimmage of the night before, he had lost his thick sipectacles; his weak eves glared at Terry. He made mouthing sounds through the gag. â€"He smiled into the face of Fran« Gould. "Hullo, Ghoul," said Terry pleasantly, and Gould writhed in a fresh paroxysm of fury as he heard the nickname which Terry goaded him. He made noises, and the young man listened attentively. ‘‘No doubt you think it is I who am the ghoul," abserved Terry. "And I admit you‘ve got some cause for comâ€" plaint. But then, if it hadn‘t been for my prompt action, the police would probably have had you by now, whereâ€" as Inspector Quayle is now wondering savagely how you slipped through his guards." He reached into the luggage cavity and hauled out Gould as though the tall man had been a baby. He laid the trussed man on the grass and then stood back ;o contemplate him, amuseâ€" ment bukbling up within him. "You look funny," he told Gould, gigâ€" gling.. "Very funny! But I mustn‘t waste time. I‘ve a lot to do." CHAPTER XXVI A DIABOLOICAL PLAN Parry cast another look round him. Then, confident that he was unobserved he lifted Gould again with the sam: astonishing ease, slung him over his shoulder, and tramped stolidly over the grass to the spot where Lucy and Peter had left him. A small tree grew a little distance back from the edge of the cliff. Terry nodded his satisfaction. "That will do." He deposited Gould against the tree, sitting up, with his back to the trunk. He surveyed him carefully and thoughitâ€" fully, like a photcgrapher who is pos» ing a subject for a picture. Then he locked down ;owards the sands. Lucy and Peter had wandered to the water‘s edge. They were standing toâ€" gether their backs to the cliff, looking out over the shimmering water. Terry frowned. "A bit too nearâ€"â€"*" he murâ€" mured. ‘As though he had heard, Peter parted from Lucy and walked a few vards farther along the beach; and Lucy remained where she was. .__Terry ‘smiled his boyish little smile. ‘"Pefect," he murmured in his boyish patter. "Oh, simply secrumptious!" He sank down until he was lying flat in the grass, and peered, at the figures on the sands, like a man measuring distances Then he turned his head slightly to one side, and grinned deâ€" lightedly at Gould. "D‘ycu know what I‘m going to do?" He was burstlng with glee. Gould starâ€" ed back with.a widening horror in his eyes. ‘‘You‘re the murderer, you know," Terry told him. "That‘s firmly planted in evervone‘s head. If they catch you, they‘ll hang you by the neck until you‘re dead." He giggled excitedly. "I kncw all about it, you see, becaus> they hanged my father . . . It not nice Ghoul." (He shook his sleek head mournfully. "A rotten end. But don‘t worry. They shan‘t do it to you." He jerked his head. "Crosby is down there on the beachâ€"with Lucy!" His handsome face contorted for a moment in a spasm of rage, then it was tranâ€" quil again. "He‘s within easy pistol range; and you‘re going to shoot him!" He paused, and smiled as though relishing the thought. "At least, that‘s what they‘ll think. my good Ghoul. People always think the way I want thern to. ‘You‘re an escaping murderer, you see, but you‘ve got a grudge against all the people you know. You‘re a killer. You tried to kill me last night, so it‘s perfectly naâ€" tural that you should try to kill Peter and Lucy. "And you won‘t be able to deny it Because you‘ll be dead too. "There‘s going to be a terrific strugâ€" gle, here on the edge of the cliff, beâ€" tween you and me > that Lucy can see it. And in the struggle the gun you‘ve Just fired at Crosby is going to go off, and the second bullet is going to kill you. The gentle voice that had fi}ifoldéd this; fantastic plan, stopped. _ There was no doubt now about the terror in Gould‘s eyes, He watched Terry, fasâ€" cinated. "And when you‘re dead, T‘ll take off those ropes and remove your gag, so that no one will ever have any unkind thoughts about what really happened." Terry turned his head towards the beach. If Gould had any doubt about Parry being serious, it was dispelled as something metallic flashed in the sun. Terry had drawn a pistol from his pocket, and putting it between his hands to ensure perfect steadiness, he was taking a very deliberate aim . . . The shot sent echoes ringinz round the bay and out to sea. Lucy Carr gave a cry of alarm. Then she raised her hands to her mouth to suppress a scream . "Peter!‘" she cried. He was clutching his left arm with his right hand, and sswaying on his feet. Under the hand a patch of crimâ€" on was growing. He tried to smile in spite of his surâ€" prise. Even through the haze of shock and pain that was fuddling his sight and his senses, he was able to admire the cool se â€"possescion which now replaced her first alarm. She seized his uninjured arm, and together they halâ€"ran, half staggered "Someone trying to do me in. Don‘t bother now. Mizhtâ€"try again. Downâ€" behind the rocks." She ran towards him and steadied _Peter had dashed salt water against his face. It revived him. enE _A 2 6b "Just a filesh wound. I don‘t think it will bleed much. But what are we goâ€" ing to do? We can‘t stay here. And what can have happened to Terry? D‘you think they‘veâ€"got him too?" Lucy shook her head. She was peetrâ€" ing up at the cliffs In that moment her woman‘s intuition had been aAt work. aWwry In the second that he squeezed the trigger of the pistol, something flashed through the air and struck the side of his head. It was; Xosa‘s black stick. Suddenly, the cliff top seemed alive with men. Terry staggered to his feet, holding his head, and found himself confrontâ€" ing Xosa. "Thousand apologies,‘ he murmured, "Thought force would be unnecessary. But you were too quick." He smiled, and his gentle round black face held nothing but admiration. "You have The little Bantu bent and retrieved his stick. Then he gave Terry a little bow. given good hunt. now closed. Sorry And Terrv laughed suddenly, so that Inspector Quayle and his men, treading heavily on Xosa‘s heels, stopped and stared. "I believe you mean it." Terry was his old elegant self. His handsome face was cool, impudent and asyired. ‘"You little black devil!" But there was no rancour in his tone. "Anyway, you were too late. I got Crosby!" KXosa glanced briefly over the cliff. Then he shoock his head. "Happy to inform you that that stain is not on your soul. Miss Carr and Mr. Crosby are sheltering behind rocks in what must be uncomfortable position, dou‘stâ€" less fearing further attack. But they appear to be unharmed." He stepped to the edge of the cliff, so that he was silhouetted againss the skyline and clearly visible from the beach, and waved an arm. "That‘ll do," said Inspector Quayle, to Terry. His voice was grim. *"Terâ€" ence Parry, I arrest you for the murâ€" ders of Guy Morite, a European, and of a native known as Tickey Charlie. There will probably be an additional charge of attempted murder. I must warn youâ€"" "Spare me the formula, Inspector." Terry sounded consummately bored. "I suppose you brought the handcufls. Let‘s get it over." He thrust out; his hands carelessly. Inspector Quayle stepped forwardâ€" and stopped. "Oh, my dear chaps! My neat work with the knives should have warned you. I‘m pretty quick with my hands. I slipped the gun up my sleeve before I staggered so picturesquely to my feet." He shook his head at them gently, "Have no fears. I suppose I could get two or three of you before you got me. But what would be the use? And you probably have wives and families The pistol had magically reappeared in Terry‘s hands. He gfinned delightedly at the grimâ€" faced men. "Nor am I going to try to escape. You‘d probably get me in the end. Td be bruised and hurt and humiliated in a chase. So I prefer to end it this way . . ."‘ Before any of them could divine his intentions, he had flung the gun at the inspector‘s feet. Then he stepped to the edge of the cliff. Mr. Xosa, who was nearest him, might have been able to stop him. But Mr. Xosa reâ€" mained where he was, his eyes insprutâ€" able, and merely watched. . . And Terry put his hands like a diver taking a plunge from no more dangerâ€" ous height than a springbecard over a swimming bath, and jumped . . . "Case finished," said Mr. Xosa. (To be Continued) Parry‘s foul plan had gone completely Short Change Artist Operated at Rouyn, Que. much money," he wo ten dollars in smalle: the clerk to give him so far :o good, and ten dollar bi stillâ€"plentiful another ten « ask for his J gG00G, anl | > ten dollar bi "Then â€" cam4 n would quic r bill, put it i iful roll, peel i en dcllars in his twenty C ‘he rather cen i meaneâ€" to CC COPYRIGHT Trap, however, is