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It was dark but that did not matter. This had besn his father‘s study in those happy days which now seemed so long ago, and he knew every foot of it. Even the faint, musty scent of the old oakâ€"panelled walls was familiar. He took from his pocket a tiny electric torch, no bigger than a fountain pen, Curtains hung across the window, and as he stood behind them he was still breathing faster than usual and was unpleasantly consctous that his forehead was damp with sweat. He shook his head angrily. The job was foolâ€"proof. Then pushing aside the curtains he stepped out into the room. Peter slipped a long, flexible blade between the sashes ang worked away. At last came a click. In the intense silence the small noise ssunded loud as pistol shot and with a quick breath Peter drew back into the shaâ€" dow. Nothing happened, no dangerous light sprang into being and presently Peter came forward again, pushed open the window and clambered in over the §111. Not a sound from the house as Peter approached a window, but that was as he had expected. Judith Vidal, the ownâ€" er, was leaving for Cranham, her place in Herefordshire, next and had sent most of the servants on ahead. According to Pster‘s information, there should be no one in the house but Mrs. Forrest, the deaf old housekeeper. Daisy Newton, Judith‘s maid, had, he knew, gone cut to kesp tryst with her young man. For long minutss he stood watching the house. The tall, straight Georgian front was in darkness. Not a light showed from any of the high, manyâ€" paned windows. In this yewâ€"shadowed garden all was quiet. The only sound was a faint rumble of traffic from disâ€" tant ‘streets. Poter took a pair of old gloves from his pocket and drew them on, then went softly towards the house. The front was open, with a broad flowâ€" erâ€"bed betwesn the wall and the gravel sweep,. but to the right the solemn yews grew close t> the house to which they gave their name. Yew Court it was called and the name suiteq the dim old place. Peter turned to the right and came presently into a region of big houses, each standing in its own walled garâ€" den. These roads were not so well lightâ€" eq as the streets he had left and the lightning which flickered across the ragg:d hedges of the storm clouds overâ€" head showed plainer than before. Petetr reached a tall wall built of mellow, old bricks. The drive gates stood open and in the dim light he saw the drive bordered by thick rhododendrons, and behind them two rows of clipped yews. His cleanâ€"cut face hardened, ang after one glance round to make sure that no one was in sight he stepped through the gate and instantly vanished into the shrubbery. As he stood, hidden beâ€" neath the thick shadow of the yews, he found that his knees were trembling slightly. "Natural, I suppose," he saiq grimly. "I‘ve heard of burglars dying of heart failure. I don‘t know that I blame ‘em." Peter walked slowly up the hill, HMHe himself frée of the speil, and crossed wore a blue serge suit, his brown shoes ; SOftly to the door, were old but well polished, and his sOftf Switching off his torch, he cautiousâ€" grey felt hat was jJust like a hundred ly turnedg the handle. The door opened others. If anyone had taken the trouâ€" qulet.ly enough but a board groaned ble to watch him they would have taken beneath him as he stepped into the him for a city clerk enjoying a quiet dark hall, and again he felt a nasty stroll to get what little fresh air was | quiver run through him. It did not last. moving on this wickedly hot night. Those stonesâ€"he had to have them, Dotar turnod tA tha webht and asasmasa| and it maoe nanow naAaur ‘That urara in tha CHAPTER 1â€"A CRY FOR HELP Outside Hampstead Tue Station Peter Hastings stood a moment looking up at the sky., Just as he had expected, the clouds hung heavy over the Heath and, as he watched, a flicker of sheet lightâ€" ning contended with the electric lights which were beginning to gleam out beâ€" low. It was past nine o‘clock ®n a sultry July evening. PAGE TWO €ARISTINE Timmins Fire Department Humbly, we join with all peoples throughout t h e world in mourning the passâ€" ing of a gracious sovereign, His late Majesty K i n George the Fifth. The man, Peter had never seen beâ€" fore; but in his way he was almost as striking as the girl. Taller than Peterâ€" and he was five fost tenâ€"the stranâ€" ger‘s narrow waist and broad shoulâ€" ders spoke of great physical strength. His long face with its arched nose, high cheekâ€"bones and dark, piercing eyes only needeq a pointed beard to make him exactly like one of those Spaniard grandses whose portraits hang in the National Gallery. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" he demanded harshly. His very dark eyes glowed with anger and a muscle in his forehead twitched danâ€" gerously. All Peter‘s nervousness had left him. He was of the type that are coolest in a tight place. and switched it on. The thin pencil of light fell upon an unfamiliar carpet and on furniture he had never before seen, yet the room itself was the same. How well he remebered that quser beast, half bird, half dragon, carved on the marble mantel opposite! For a â€"moment he stood quite still, memories crowding on him, then with an impaâ€" | tient movement of the hea‘d he shook himself frse of the spell, and crossed , softly to the door. As the dasor crashed open the man released the girl and turned to meet the intruder. The girl was Judith Vidal. The tall slim figure, the marvellous hair, black with just a tinge of red bronze, the exquisite, creamy comunlexion and the long, rather narrow eves with beautiâ€" fully arched brows ang Jlong lashesâ€" though Peter had never spoken to her there was no mistaking the woman who had already been painted by three of the most famous artists of the day, and whose photograph had appeared in a hundred different papers. CHAPTER IIâ€"BLACKMAIL Queer how all the best in a man reâ€" acts to the cry of a woman in trouble! The next thing Peter knew he was cut of the library and racing up the stairs. The scream had come from the drawing room on the first floor. He burst into the big room to see a girl struggling in the arms of a man. A tightâ€"lipped smile crossed his face. Judith Vidal‘s emeralds would do someâ€" thing to set him on his feet again, though he felt that no @Amount of money c3uld make up for the miscries he had endured during the past six mornths. The key was actually in the lock, he was on the point of turning it when the silence of the old house was crackeqd by a scream. The scream of a woman in deadly pain or terror. Peter drew the key from his pocket. Curious that he should have kept it all these years, but it was just the fact that he had done so, which made his burglary possible. In fact, it was that which had made him first think of this way of getting even with those who had robbed him. Again he switched on the torch and its thin, white beam circled the tall, handsome room. Yes, there was the bookcase on the north wall, just as it had always been, the same tarnished gilt on the covers of the old volumes. Only they were not real books but just camouflage and the small keyhole of the safe was between "Pohlman on Chess" and Hawker‘s "Instructions to Sportsmen." and it was easy now. They were in the smoking rsom to the right and nexi moment he had opened that door, passed through and closed it behind Copyrigh pencil| "Question‘s bit superfluous, isn‘t ‘arpet : it?" he remarkeq with a glance at efore Judith, and as he looked at her he beâ€" same. came aware that she was gazing at quser him with a most extraordinary exâ€" arved pression in her wonderful eyes. She For a might almost, he thought, have been mories looking at a ghost. The tall man came mpaâ€" straight at him. shook | _ "Get out!" he ordered savagely. ossed | _ "Am I to get out, Miss Vidal?" Peter |asked easily. Judith recovered herself. iousâ€" |_ _ ‘"No! No!" she cried. "It is Mr. Lanâ€" jened yon who must go, not you." ‘"‘Then come with me and I‘ll tell you." She led the way out of the big drawing room and across into a smaller rcoom opposite. By the luxyurious furâ€" nishing it was her own boudoir. The first thing she did was to glance at the gilt, French clock on the mantel. "I always wondered what it was," she said with a litle smile which made her lovely face even more beautiful than before. "Now tell me your name," she comâ€" manded. It flashed across Peter‘s mind that he would be wise to use an alias, but somehow he could not do it. I will see to that lip of yours. It is badly cut." She got water and a sponge, made Peter sit in an armchair, then cleaned the cut and strapped it up with a small strip of plaster. Her long slim fingers were cool and capable ang as she worked a delicate and unusual scent filled Peter‘s nostrils. "My name is Peter Hastings," he saild, and reddened slightly as he spoke. "How could you wonder?" returned Peter bluntly. "You never saw me beâ€" fore." "Oh, but I haveâ€"at that dance a SCingapore." "But I never saw you," returned Peter more puzszled thar before. He had been ‘"You are sure he is safe?" she asked anxiously as Peter rose to his feet. "Safe as a pig in a n*et," Peter told her. "Only eleven," she said, ‘and Peter nmoticed that she hag recovered from her panic and was quite cool and steady, "There is plenty of time. First "That will be time enough." Judith was all eagerness. "You must tie him up, pleaseâ€"and gag him." Peter stared. "What for?" he blurted out. "Oh, don‘t wait. He might comse round. Itâ€"it‘s terribly important. Pleaseâ€"please do it at once." She ran to the window and came back with two thick cords from the curtains. Peter still hesitated. "I don‘t want to hurt him," Judith went on swiftly, ‘"but he has something of mine which I must get back. Please â€"please dgon‘t wait." "Sounds like good goods," said Peter to himself, " and anyhow I‘m in no position to refuse." He took the cords and made a good job of it. He finished by gagging Lanyon with the man‘s own silk handkerchief. Judith stood watchâ€" "Killed him? No. He‘s only knocked out." Judith looked down at the man on the flcor and it gave Peter a shock to se how she hategqg him. Then sudâ€" denly she turned to Peter. "Will he be long like this?" she deâ€" manded. Peter shrugged. ‘"Ten minut<es, perhaps. He got a t,ldy bump "Hâ€"have you killed him?" came Juâ€" dith‘s voice at his elbow. right leg and lifted with all his might. Lanyon‘s whole body rose in the air and he came down on the back of his head. This time it was not a rug that received him but the polished parquet floor. The sound was like that of a mallet striking wood, and Lanyon lay very still. Peter stood over him. He was breathing hard and blood was agripping from his split lip. a smash which made a sad mess of Lanyon‘s elegant nose. Mad with pain, Lanyon brought up his knes and tried to drive it into Peter‘s groin, but Peter was too wily to be caught by such a trick and rolling over, sprang to his feet. Lanyon came up too. If he had kept his head anq boxed, the advanâ€" tage was all his, but he was clean crazy and instead of using his fists took a running kick at Peter. A man who had spent six weeks in the fo‘c‘sle of a tramp steamer knows all about that sort of dirty fighting. In a flash Peter had hold of Lanyon‘s Peter ducked and closed, flinging his arms around Lanyon‘s body. He did this deliberately, for he had realized instantly that Lanyon had a much longer reach than he, and that he was a boxer. Peter himself could use his fists as well as the next man, but most of his fighting had been of the rough and tumble order. He backâ€"heeled Lanâ€" yon and the two went to the floor toâ€" gether with a crash that shook the whole room. But the pile of the rug on which they fell was deep and soft. Neither took much harm and next inâ€" stant they were fighting like wild cats. Lanyon got his right arm free and drovse a short blow into Peter‘s jaw which jarred all his teeth into one great ache, but Peter retaliated with Lanyon! Peter knew who he was now | â€"Paul Lanyon had been Adam Vidal‘s sscretary. A bad hat if half he had heard was true. But there was no time to think of that for Lanyon‘s fist was driving straight for Peter‘s head. | ‘THUE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, ‘TIMMINS ONTARIO I The funeral of Konstantyn Kotula, miner who was killed at the Dome on \ Friday, was held from the Church of the Nativity yesterday afternoon #nd was attended by a large number of his countrymen. Although the miner had ,no relatives in this country, his body taken to the home of his friend, Frank Fugra, at 11 Bannerman avenue, where it lay until vesterday. The regular Badminton bridge which was to have been held on Monday, Jan. 27th, has been postponed to Monday, Febh. Ird. He was 39 years of age, a native of Poland and is survived by a wife and family in that country. He had been employed underground at the Dome for some time and lived in the Dome bunkâ€" houses. The accident that took his life occurred when the head block of a chute broke a@way and the heavy timâ€" bers that held back the ore crushed him. His skull was badly fractured. Badminton Bridge Has Been Postponed to Feb. 3rd Dome Man‘s Funeral is Largely Attended late ang you were just leaving." Peter let it go at that. "About Lanyon. You were going to tell me," he said, and h*er whole face changed and hardened. "Yes, but before T1 tell you I want to know if you will help me." ‘"Help you," said Peter. "How do you know I am a fit person to help you?" Judith looked at him. She noticed i how shiny were the elbows and knees of his wellâ€"cut blue serge suit, how threadbare his collar; she saw that his shirt was of common grey flannel, and that his wellâ€"polished shoes were crackâ€" ing across the toes. His face, too, was thinner than it should have been. She laid a hand on his arm. l "I know," said Judith softly, "I was "All right," he said briefly, "I‘ll help." Then he paused uncomfortably. "Only I think you‘ll have to give me some food first. I haven‘t eaten since yesterday. Sorry," he added grimly as he saw the look of shocksed surprise on Judith‘s face. "Iâ€"â€"" But she would not let him explain. "Toâ€"night I was gcing out to dinner, but he telenphoned me that he had scmething to show me, so I waited for him. The important thing was one of these lstters. He told me in so many words that, if I would not promiss to marry him, he meant to sell this and a number of other letters for publicaâ€" tion. I grew angryâ€"indeed I lost my temper completely and told him exactly what I thought of him. Then he seized meâ€"â€"" She paused with a shudder. "I hardly dare think what might have happened if you had not come ‘to my help. It was rather a brave thing for a burglar to do," she ended softly. Peter got red again. The girl knew exactly how to play on his feelings. Bessdes, so the thought struck him, she was not responsible for her father‘s sins, and he owed her something for the sportsmanlike way in which she had taken his confession. Peter exactly Bessdes she was Konstantyn Kotula, Killed at Dome Last Week, had Wife and Family in Poâ€" land. Peter whistled softly. "So that‘s his gameâ€"blackmail?" Again Judith‘s beautiful face hardened "Listen to me, Mr. Hastings. My father was very good to me, yst since his death I have come to know that some of his ways of making money were not tco scrupulous. Paul Lanyon, who was his secretary, stole letters which, if published, would blacken my father‘s memory. For nealy a year past, ever since my father‘s death, Lanyon has been trying to persuade me into marrying him, and when I told him frankly I would not dream of doing so he turned ugly. harshly. "I came hers to steal. I‘m noâ€" thing but a burglar." Judith showed no sign of dismay. #$You are not a burglar.s You have never stolen before. And if you came to steal toâ€"night you had some good reason." "Oh, I had reason," said Peter sharpâ€" ly, but Judith held up her hand. ‘"Never mind that now. You can tell me later. Will you steal for me? Will you help me to get back from «Paul Lanyon the papers he has stolen from me?" "Then you harshly. "I c thing but a Peter thinner than it should have been. Sh« laid a hand on his arm. "You have helped me once toâ€" night," she said. "You fought for me You saved me. No one is more fit tc telp me than you." Her vibrant voice sent an cdd thrill through Peter. He lockeq at her full in the face. "You haven‘t asked me how I came to be in your house this evening." Her eyes did not fall. ‘"That does not matter. T trust youâ€" to more than one dance at Singapore, but he certainly had never seen Judith Vidal at any of them. "I know," said Judith softly, "I was late ang you were just leaving." ildadn‘t inswered I‘m noâ€" Niagara Falls Review:â€"The new quintuplets in Nicaragua are said to have been born to very poor parents and that is no new thing for multiple births. One, cannot remember a single instance where four or five babies have arrived simultaneously into any houseâ€" hold where they did not immediately constitute an economic problem. Why is it that the stork never seems to leave so many babies at a time at homes of wealthy folks? Pubslic servants in the district of Cochrane will all swear caths of alleâ€" giance to King Edward VIII sometime in the near future. Judge J. B. T. Caron will probably be the first to take the new oath. Crown Attorney Calabick will officiate for that; then the judge will swear the crown attorney. Sheriff J. D. Mackay; W. L. Warrell, registrar for the supreme court of Onâ€" tario for the district of Cochrans; J. A. Clermont, mastsr of titles; Magisâ€" trates Tucker and Atkinson; E. H. Hill, district ecsourt clerk; J. L. Regan, crown timber agent; and many other officers of the province of Ontario in the disâ€" trict will be sworn. There is no lapse in the commissions issued to thom when ithey took office; the changs in sovereignty is provided for in the acts of both the province and the Dominion. The new oath will read: "I, â€"â€", dac sinzcerely promise and swear that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to His Majesty King Edward the Eighth, as lawful Sovereign of Great Britain, Ireland and the Dominions beyond the Seas, and that I will defend Him to the utmost of my power atainst all traitorâ€" ous conspiracies or attempts which may be made against His Person, Crown and Dignity and that I will do my utmost endeavour to disclose to His Majesty, His Heir, or Successors, all treasons or traitorous conspiracies and attempts which I may know to be against Him or any of them: And all this I do swear without any equivoraâ€" tion, mental evasion or secret reservaâ€" tion; so Help me God." fore she could be stopped. Although it was feared that recovery was imâ€" possible she was rushed to the hospital and the care and attsntion given there has resulted in her progress to recovery. Public Servants in District to be Sworn sus disorder had been prescribed luminâ€" al tablets with careful directions as to thiir uss. On Monday last apparently in an effort to s:curs "a long long slesp," the lady attempted to take the greater part.of a box of the luminâ€" al pills. She had managed to take a tetal of about 25 grains of the drug beâ€" Oaths of Allegiance to New King Must be Taken in Near Future. Many have to be Reâ€"sworn. A Timmins woman who was for several days near death as a result of taking the large part of a box of sedaâ€" tive pills is now under way to recovery. From Monday afternoon until Friday afternoon she was in a dsep sleep and could not be roused. Oxygen was given her and she was artificially fed to keep her alive. Drs. Irvine and Day through their care, attention and skill were able to save her life after persistent and earnest effor:, though at first there seemed no chancs of her recovery. On Friday she awakened from the stupor into which she had fallen and is now able to speak and gradually taking a little nourishment, though very weak. This woman who suffered from a earnest e1 seemed no Friday she into whict Recovering After Four Days of Sleep cal Woman who Took Large Quantity of Sedaâ€" tive Pills Now on Way to Recovery. With profound sorrow, we join all loyal subjects in mourning the passing of our gracious and beloved sovereign, King George V In respect, the store willâ€" remain closed toâ€"morrow Library Here Building _ Mining Book Section "The Black Swan," by Anne W. Stawâ€" bridge. (The daughter of an Angloâ€" Saxon family, steeped in tradition, finds how modern love may be). Wide Choice in Fiction Fiction made available within the past few days includes: "If With All Your Hearts," by Louise Platt Hauck. (In which a liberal and modern young preacher marries a beautiful young atheist). "The Rebel Loyalist," by Ralph Conâ€" nor. (The United Empire Loyalists coming to Canada to remain British, finding new homes in a wild, unknown land, make the centre of this Canaâ€" dian novel. It is one of the most enâ€" gaging and powerful of the great Canaâ€" dian‘s works). ‘"The End of Illusion," by HomEr W. Smith. (A man, in his wanderings about the South Seas, finds the answer to the most important question in life), Another nonâ€"fiction work is "Perâ€" fume from Provencte," by Winnifred Fortescue, in which Lady Fortescue gives vivid impressions of the people of Provence and the bewitching counâ€" try in which they live. Pen and ink illustrations by E. H. Shephard are exâ€" cellent. "Getting Acquainted with Mincrals," by George Letchworth English. This American text presents the science of mining in an extraordinarily lucid and simple manner. No previous reading in physics or chemistry is necessary. "Metalliferous Mines and Mining," by E. Henry Davies, M.E., F.G.S. A stanâ€" dard work on mining, published in 1901 but still a fine book for reference or for the interested reader. "Practical Mine Development and Equipment," by Lucien Eaton, A.B., S.B., SM., A new taxt book on mining which emphasizss the practical rather than the theoretical sids. The author steers clear of theoretical discussion almost entirelyv. 6vfiâ€"wralrinuelrerfnS pnrilkn DR AT Work has been begun in earnest by the Timmins Public Library board in building up here a good reference libâ€" rary on the technisal side of the inâ€" dustry that is so important to Timâ€" minsâ€"mining. On the advics of sivâ€" eral authorities, the following texts have been purchased and are now available: ‘"Pinciples of Metallurgy," by Donald M. Liddell and Gilbert E. Doan. This text is designed to fill two purposesâ€" give the enginsering student who do not propose to take up metallurgy as a life work a general view of the subject, and yet to give the student who intended to become a metallurgist a proper foundation for his vocation. ‘"Mechanical Engineering Practize," by Charles F.Shoop and G:orge T. Love. A thorough reéeference text which also serves as a manual of laboratory procedure. Heating, air conditioning and internal combustion have bein added to a previous very complete ediâ€" tion. (Good Reference Library Being Gathered Here with Special Attention (Given to Autbhoritative Works on the Mining Industryvy. Some of the New Volumes. PURITY FL yz «l 4 4* Best for all your Ba/fifs; No wonder Purity Flour is a favorite so> bread. Its richness in nourishing glutorn is supplied by Western Canada hard Spring wheat. A strong flour that goes farther â€" economical. so important to Timâ€" On the advics of sevâ€" the following texts Girl Guides and Rangers of Timmins will attend the service at the Goldfields theatre toâ€"morrow morning. They are asked to be in uniform and gather at the Central public school at ten o‘clock, it was announced on Satâ€" urday. Ten volumes of the works of 0. Henâ€" ry; ten of Edgar Wallace, and ten of Conan Doyls, have recently bsen placed on the shelves. They will no doubt fill a popular need, since the previous volâ€" umes of thess authors were worn out. "Chivalry,‘"‘ by Rafael Sabatini. (At the age of 28, the hero of this latest Sabatini novel was ons> of the great mercenary captains of his day. He lived in the early part of the Renaisâ€" sance in Italy and was as chivalrous alover as he was bravo). "Go Home Unicorn," by Donald Macâ€" pherson. (Strang> and hair raising on the borderline between biology and the occult). Guides and Rangers to Meet at School Tuesday folk. (The young hero had been use to living on a mere $12,000 a vear whit fate took even that from him. H: meets a genuinely goodh:aried pair). Toneâ€"Lite Lenses absorb harmful rays and glare. Becausethey aredelicately tinted they blend with the complexion and at the same time keep annoying and harmful glare from your eyes. Ask us about Toneâ€"Lite Lenses. Two Against Fate," by Pitts Wool . _ â€"(The young hero had been uss MONDAY, JANUARY "TH, 1 Evenings by Appointment EYESTGHT SPECIALIST NAME AND ADDRESS HALPERIN‘S Phone 212 7 Pine Strget North Jewelry Store DQO THIS! Located in CONSsSULT 2s ef