ioi i "How curious. I thought he was far away on a motoring tour. Did he come in his car?" *"*Yes, Monsieur; I believe he did, aboit an hour ag>." "Sir Arthur Ackerton still here?" ‘"Yes, Monsieur." "Ah, well perhaps I‘ll see them both in the morning. Here you are Pamela." "Thank you, Mr. Brocklebank." She azczentuated the title. "You seem to know half the people in the world, and they‘re all in Marâ€" seilles toâ€"night," said she, going up in the elevator. "Who‘s Mr. Stubbs?" ‘*Never heard of him." "But you even knew his front name?" "He‘s the last Englishman who regisâ€" tered toâ€"night," said Brocklebank. "I wanted to know whether he came in a car. If I‘d asked whether he had grey hair. I‘d have given myself away. wouldn‘t I?% Thirtyâ€"nineâ€"here‘s your rocm." Brocklebank, however, did not make haste. Instead, he pointed out to the tlerk a name on the register. "I see you have my friend, Mr. Charles Btubbs, staying here," said he. Ten minutes afterwards, they stepped sighed sank to the couch at the foot of ashore opposite Leduc‘s at the head of| her bed, and looked up at him. the ‘Old Port. Guichard carried on» Bandit on Guard bagz ‘Jatquot another, and Brocklebank| ‘"Well, Bandit," said she, "there‘s no a bundle wrapped in a coat. They left| upper berth here; soâ€"g>0d night." Farley and his companion to settle| "Good night, Pamela. Sleep well. If with the cross and sleepyâ€"eyed youth| anybody tries to dope you in the night, who had been waiting for the boat.| just yell ‘Bandit!‘ will you?" During that ten minutes, neither had| ‘"‘No. T‘il ring the bell for the chamâ€" spoken, but Brocklebank flashed Jacâ€"| bermaid, Bandit. Good nighi." quot‘s torch upon the face of the pseudoâ€"! The peculiarity of the rooms on this steward and kept it there, photographâ€"| floor as he had observed when he visitâ€" ing upon his memory the features of aled Sir Arthur Askerton, was that the man ‘of forty, with a strongly marked ; front deoor gave on to a small dressing scar on his left cheek, shifty light eyes, l room, with the ‘bedroom beyond. _ A a greyish complexion, and a blue t,intlmost convenient arrangement, but with about his chin. After Brockiebank had‘ Yellow Dogs and Mystery Men about, told him that he was a poisonous repâ€"|Brocklebank came to> the conclusion tile, a sneakâ€"thief, and several other| that he did not avprove of it. things, much better. When Harrison in New York had said "I will sign the register first, Pamela," said he. ‘"Very well, Mr. Brocklebank. But make haste." Brocklebank walked in ahead of her as the man switched on the lights. "Now for that heavenly hotel," said Brocklebank, as he shot up the almost deserted Canabiere in a cab beside Paâ€" mela. At the Terminus he got a room for her on the second floor and one for himself near by. "Because I don‘t wish you to sign as Pamela Harrison, andâ€"â€"" "Monsieur is in fortyâ€"three," said the man.. 6 "Thanks. Good night." Brocklebank shut the door. Pamela ‘"Yes, Monsieur. Mr. Stubbs came in toâ€"night." AUTHOR OF "THE MAN WITH THE SQUEAKY VOICE," ETC Copyright Brocklebank made a loud noise in shutting the outer daoor and none at all in deposing himself on the eiderâ€"down with his big bdy across the foot of the bedroom dcor. He did not think that he would be able to sleep at all. Yet he must certainly have slept, for a senâ€" sation of light through his eyelids brought him wide awake. A momenâ€" tary sensation. Darkness again immeâ€" diately, but in the darkness a soundâ€" metal on metal. The latch of a door? The latch of this door? Almost cerâ€" tainly the latch of this very door. And ‘a@a tiny swishing noise, which ceased, and an even smaller noise of breathing, at long intervals, suppressed breathing. When Harrison in New York had said "If you have to stay at an hotel sleep on her doorâ€"mat,." he had taken it for a figure uf speech. Butâ€"â€" Brockleblank compelled himself to lie still, waiting for the crash he knew must cme when this intruder stumbled over him on his way to Pamela‘s door. And Brocklebank stayved to hear no more protests. He went to his own ro‘>m, removed his boots, and at the end of the quarter of an hour took an eiderâ€" down and a pillow and carried them to the dressing room of 39. He spread them on the floor. Somewhere along the corridor a lizght was burnirg. Over the door a pane of frosted glass showed as an oblong of dim illumination in the darkness, but threw n> light!/into the dressing rcom. In an instant Brocklebank guessed what ed Sir Arthur Askerton, was that the front deor gave on to a small dressing room, with the ‘bedroom beyond. A most convenuient arrangement, but with Yellow Dogs and Mystery Men about, Brocklebank came to> the conclusion that he did not avprove of it. ‘"Well, that‘s so. I mean I‘m comâ€" ng to hear whether you‘re all right. Bolt your bedroom door. D it now. I‘m taking the outside key. A quarter of an hourâ€"â€"â€"*" "‘Pamela, are you all right?" said he knocking. "Pamela, I‘m coming back in a quarâ€" ter of an hour to see you‘re all right." "You‘re doing nothing of the sort, Bandit." "Quite Bandit. Go away. Nearly [Precipitately he shiot back. His nose had almost touched the nose of a man doing the same thing from the other side of the angle. Brocklebank had no time to make up his mind whether to advance or to reâ€" treat. A familiar voice said. "Hello, Bill!" "Sir Arthur‘lâ€"â€"" Ackerton was in pyjamas, his grey hair his feet bare He kept his eyes on the oblong. A shadow crossed it . . . The man was creeping towards him . . . He was over him, feeling for the door. Brocklebank knew what he would do. He would wait the crash. A rugby tackle round the knees. and his man would be down. Brocklebank would switch on the light and the goose would be cookedâ€" whether it was Sir Arthur Ackerton or Mr. Stubbs or anyone else. Brocklebank, in his socks, stole along by the wall to its end. He stopped lisâ€" tening. Nothing. He cautiously poked his head round the corner. "What are you prowling about here in the small hours for, Bill?" he asked, and Brocklebank saw the same merry twinkle that had lit up his eyes two nights ag>. ‘"And what‘s that you‘ve got?" Whereupon Brocklebank noticed or the first time that he carrying a bedâ€" roocm slipperâ€"the soft thing he had clutched in his and and forgotten in the excitment of the chase He held it up when Ackerton pointed. ‘"Damn?" said he. "Looking for Cinderella, Bill? Gosh! â€"she‘s got a foot as big as the Ugly Sisâ€" ter‘s!" he chaffed, taking it from Brocâ€" lkebank. "Look here, Billâ€"take my advice; leave Cinderella to me. IT‘ll see she gets her slipper back." had happened. The door had been opened and shut in a single second. The flash of light which awakened him had not been enough to reveal him lying across the tsedrcom doorway. Preâ€" sently . .. This plan developed in a split second. but fate disposed of ii pefore the tick came. He felt a slight movement of the eiderâ€"down. He heard a little gasp of surprise. The movements ceased. A rustle of garments. It meant retreat. Brccklebank scrambled to his feet, dashed for the door and into the corâ€" ridar, and instantly what light there was vanished. He listened, heard quick thumping footsteps for two or three seconds. Then silence. Brocklebank growled a deep damn. As he swore, a light went on at the end of the corriâ€" dor, where it joined another at right angles. The redâ€"carpeted vista was empty and silent. Someon: had touched a distant switch in the conâ€" necting corridor. Brocklebank shot out his hand. He grasped something soft. It tried to get away from his clutch. He clutched tigher. It collapsed. Another flash of lightâ€"the opening and closing doorâ€" and a vague figure lit for an instant. This time Brocklebank locked the other door. His little trap had failed. Cinderelia had vanished very quickly, switching off the light as she went. But as he had observed, the switch was at the corner. On the whole he did not think Cinderelia lived next door. He thcught Cinderella lived in the same ecrridor as Sir Arthur Ackerton. Ackerton‘s eyes seemed to be twinkâ€" ling at him as he fell asleep for the second time. gage. Hundreds of passengers. Brocâ€" klebank and Pamela leaned out of the windew of a premierre, looking down upon Guichard, spick and span in his blue suit, looking up admiringly at the girl and affectionately at Brocklebank. "Two days, Bill," he was saying; "too short a visit after five years. When will you come again?" "When le bon Dieu thinks so, Raoul." "Tenez!â€"the little hotel at Portâ€"Miou, the very place for your lune de miel?" again and get back t> bed I‘m going to doss down in the dressing rmwwxom. No argument about it young woman. Goodâ€"night, ~Pamela. It‘s halfâ€"past three. You‘ve got to be up by nine." "Yes, Lovely, I promise, Raoul. When I have a honeymoon I will certainly spend it at Portâ€"Miou . . . Well, I‘m Two men had passed, hurrying along the platform bshind Raul. They had raised their hats: Farley and the man with the scear on his cheek. CHAPTER V En Route for London A huge train, the cleven o‘clock raâ€" pide. A busy platform. Piles of bagâ€" The pair disappeared among the ecrowd towards the front of the train. Officials passed up and down, urging passsngers to take their places. A bell rang. A locomotive whistle blew. Guiâ€" chard began to recede, hands were waved, the station disappeared. Brocâ€" klebank drew up the window. Pamela sat in her corner. He settled himself cpposite. "Well, Pamela?" said he. ‘"Well, Bandit?" said she. "Do you know it‘s less than twelve hours since I first set ayes on you?" "We aren‘t. I can see what‘s going to happen, Bandit. You‘re going to grow!l yourself to sleep in that corner. The steward in mufti‘s coming along to give me some more hashish, and Mr. Farley‘s gcing to kidnap me, and you‘ll have to return that money to my <â€"uncle." But it was Pamela who went to sleep, n‘ot Brocklebank. It was Brocklebank who summoned the conductor and proâ€" cured a cushion to place behind her head. Of all which attentions, Pamela seemed to be as unconscious as perhaps she was of Brocklebank‘s musing eyes upon her for two full hours . . . nearly so much like paradise as you led me to believe, Bandit. And why are you all dressed up?" "The Yellow Dog? Sapristi! He has the phlegemâ€"what!" "Small enough to shake the life out of, I supposeâ€"â€"*" Guichard, following Brocklebank‘s glance, exclaimed, "Is it? What are hours? â€"come to that, it‘s even less since I first set eyes on you." "Well, it seems like a lifetime to me." "Flatterer!" "You can be exasperating can‘t you? I feel as if I‘ve known you since you were that high." Brocklebank sighed. "If we‘re going to spar all dayâ€"â€"" "Â¥our neighbour was disturbed by the row in here, I expect, Pamela. . Just banged to make you hold your hush.’_‘ "No gear with me, so I just lay down One Saturday night a Mrs. Flynn whose husband was in the ranks of the unemployed and who had several hunâ€" gry children at home, visited a little butcher shop. She had no money. One thought was uppermost in her mindâ€" she must have money to feed those kiddies. ' All this happened in England in the gear 1750, modern as the situation may She told her piviful story in court but the jury could see nothing else for it; she was judged guilty. A kindly judge made the fine as low as he couldâ€"one shilling. The poor woman couldn‘t raise even that trifle. So the jury paid the fine. Butcher Wasn‘t Satisfied But that didn‘t satisfy the butcher. He still hadn‘t got back his leg of muton, high though it must have been by that time. So she stoleâ€"stole a whole leg of mutton from under the butcher‘s eyes. Leniency;.of Later Law [Learned by Local Lions The magistrate agreed that the mutâ€" ton should be returned and searched out the policeman who had arrested Ann Flynn. A new problem then aroseâ€"the poâ€" liteman had taken the mutton as the spoils of war and he and his family had fared well that week. The officer of the law was hailed to court, admitted his misdemeanor. The magistrate impostd a fine. But the poâ€" liceman was out of funds. Counsellor Kerr Contributes Concise, Clever Conglomeraâ€" tion of Cogent Comment on Queer Quirks of Community Customs in Crime and Criminal Convictions Sa the magistrate had to nay for the mutton. How thq Law Changed That was just one of the stories told at Lions Club on Thursday evening by Chas. H. Kerr, when he told of the progress of law, trial and punishment. In the 13th and 14th century, for inâ€" stance, there was no court. A man beâ€" lieved to have betn responsible for an infringement of the law was simply brought to a public square where he faced a tribunal made up of the "imâ€" portant‘"‘ men ‘of the area. He had no opportunity to defend himself. Someâ€" times his case was decided ‘by a red hot iron. If, when burned on the chest, he screamed, he was guilty; if he bore the iron without wincing, he was innoâ€" cent. At cther times, if he could thrust his arm into boiling oil without showâ€" ing signs of pain, he was innocent; otherwise it "proved" his guilt. Punishments of Old Punishments were out of proportion to the crime in the old days, Mr. Kerr made it clear, as he told the story of Jack Sheppard, notorious highwayman of the early 18th century. Caught seyvâ€" £ral times, he managed to escape often. Finally, he was executed. His brother, who was guilty of the same offence, but was less notorious, had his hand burned as punishment for his misdeeds. The year 1750 saw the beginning of the change in the attitude of the law. From then on there had been steady progress. Until 1890, a man charged with murder or manslaught*r was not allowed to give evidence on his own Sehalf. In 1895, such a man won the right to appeal to a higher court. J. E. Brmette thanked Mr. Kerr for his address on behalf of the Lions. The Thursday meeting was in charge of the newer members of the club with J. M. Belanger as chairman for the occasion. As penalty for arriving late, Lions Walter Greaves, Dr. Ray Hughes, Fred and Jack Grady sang a 2o2 . . i ITIS A PLEASURE TO INTRODUCE this experienced stylist of "Clothes of Quality". His visit is important to men of this community because he will present for their inspection the finest range of new woolens yet offered by Clothes of Quallity. His experience as a wellâ€"known style annotator is at your disposal. If superior clothing interests youâ€"you‘ll want to meet the Clothes of Qualityrepresentative. The. date is important. > OSTROSSER CO. SHAKE He will be here on (I.OTHES#OUAI.ITV ..... will be here onFri, Nov. 27th and Sat. Nov. 28th F. H. V. Ball, district deputy goverâ€" nor, reported that a Lions Club had been started in Kirkland Lake and that the new club at Sault Ste. Marie is doâ€" ing well. Another Enjoyable Event by Pipe Band quartette number. Dr. M. J. Kelly‘s solo "Blow the Man Down," was a pcpular number. A solo by Peter Arnott was also well received. Guests at the mseting were Mr. Rusâ€" sell and Dr. Dupuis, a former member of the Wigdsor Lions. The ~danceâ€" committee> reported ’ehw the Remembrance Day dance had: brought $205 to the funds of the tuberâ€" f culosis committee. | Presentation Made to Miss Adamson by the Band The whist drive on Friday evening at the Hollinger hall, another of the for skiers . ~ But it‘s no Who does her own fun for the é Housewife | No wonder women dread winter with all its extra workâ€"But there‘s no need to tolerate the work and inconvenience of washdayâ€"no need to hang out clothes in the coldâ€"no need to track snow into the houseâ€"no need to tear icy clojfhes from the line and drape them all over the house to dry. No need to give a second thought to washday at all. Simply phone the laundry and leave it all to them. Your things will be rcturned perfectly clean and carefully ironedâ€"all ready to wear. Why put up with winter washdays when the Timâ€" mins New Method Laundry will do your work for you? ‘Thj cost is very low. Call the laundry this week. Prizes at whist were won by: Mrs. P. Whitford, Mrs. Sangster, Miss Jean Towers, Edward H. Smith, Jack Farrer and Mrs. â€"Sleep. Following the games, refreshments were served and after that, dancing was enjoyed until 180. Herman Walters, pianist, ard David Crordon,. violinist, supplied .the music. ‘During the evening, the band apâ€" pearéd in uniform to play a number of selections. successful events sponsored isy the Porâ€" cupine District Pipe «Band, attracted enough psople for 61 tables of whist, crowding the hall to capacity. One of the features of the evening was the presgntation made ‘to Miss Ina Adamson, a member of the band, who leaves this week with her mother, Mrs. Jock Adamson, for a trip to Scotland. P. Arnott, president of the band, made the presentation. Dr. J.H. A. Macdonald 9 Pine St. S. Room 12 GENERAL MEDICINE Specialty Confinements Hours by Appointment ACCOUCHMENT Leczy .wszelkie choroby i niedoâ€" magania cielesne. Jest zarazem SPECJALIISTA w sprawach POLOGOWYCH. e Phone 940 or 776J