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Breakey’c Used Car Hit-kn In You: BM - re t REAKEY BELLS THEM: USED cars or 31) types: all ms told Imb- ect to daflvery up to 300 must. or tut an of same distance H you whiz. Ln u got-I or‘fler as purchased. or purchas- ' “A chap like Thomson hasn't very much discretion, you see." Ralph Con- yers remarked. “You‘ll have to wake him up a bit, Gerry, if you mean to get any fun out of life.” There was just the faintest look of trouble in Gerald-ine's face. She re- mained perfectly loyal, however. “Some of us take life more seriously than others," she sighed. “Hugh is “I have to inspect a new pattern of camp bedstead,” he explained calmly; “If I may. I will telephone directly I am free and see if you are at liberty.” She shrugged her shoulders but gave him a pleasant little nod as he stepped intq the taxi. “Sober old stick, Thoms brother observed. as they st: “I didn’t like his pulling nu that [my I expth he was rig "sober old SUCK, Thomson,” her brother observed. as they started ofl’. “I didn’t like his pulling me up like that but I expect he was right.” “I don‘t see what business it was of his and I think it was rather horrid of him," Olive declared. “As though Gerry or I mattered!" The young man’s cheeks were a litâ€" tle flushed. “Perhaps You’re right,” he admit- ted. “I was; a little over-excited. To get the ‘Scorpion’ was more, even, than I had dared to hope for. Still, before the girls it didn’t seem to matter very mirth. There are no spies, anyhow, hiding in the trees of Berkeâ€" ley Street,” he added, glancing about ilzem. “You won’t be annoyed with me, will you?” he said to Conyers. “If you’d heard half the stories I had of the things we have given away quite innocentlyâ€"” “I am so sorry," he replied, “but I must. I really have rather an import- ant appointment this afternoon." “An appointment!" she grumbled. “You are in London for so short a time and you seem to be keeping apâ€" ointments all the while. I sha‘n’t et; you go unless you tell me what it’s about." “Nothing,” Thomson assured him hastily, “nothing at all. I am only going by what you said yourself. If there is any device on the ‘Scorpion’ for dealing with these infernal craft, I’d never breathe a word about it, if I were you. I’d put out to sea with a seal upon my lips, even before Ger- aldine here and Miss Moreton." » The young man’s cheeks were a litâ€" Thomson held up his finger and stopped a taxicab. "That’s all right," the young man interrupted, “only you musn’t think I'm a gas-bag just because I said a word or two here before Gerry and Olive and you, old fellow.” “Must yéu Igo, Hugh asked. “Don't think I’m a fearful old woâ€" man,” he said. “I know we are all rather fed up with these tales of spies and that sort of thing, but do you think it’s wise to even open your lips about a certain matter?” “What the dickens do you know about it?” Conyers demanded. Used AME “I've got what I wanted,” the young man answered enthusiastically. “I've got a destroyer, one of the new type â€"fcrty knots an hour, a dear little row of four-inch guns, and, my God! something else, I hope, that’ll teach those murderers a lesson,” he added, shaking his fist towards the placard. Geraldine laid her hand upon her brother's arm. "When do you join, Ralph 1‘” “To-morrow night at Portsmouth,” he replied. “I’m afraid we shall be " 'ewl days before we are at work. It’s the ‘Scorpion’ they’re giving me, Geraldâ€"or the mystery ship, as they call it in the navy.” “Why?” she asked. His rather boyish face, curiously like his sister’s, was suddenly trans- formed. “Because we've got a rod in pickle for those cursed piratesâ€"” “Conyers!” Thomson interrupted. The young man paused in his sen- tence. Thomson was looking towards himdwith a slight frown upon his fore- .iea . The story, written in 1916, begins with Lady Anselmzm’s luncheon-party at the Ritz Hotel, Lon-don. Among the guests are Lord Ramsey, 21 Cabinet Minister; Surgeon-Major Thomson, Chief Inspector of Field Hospitals; his fiancee, Geraldine Conyersyher bro- ther, a naval lieutenant, and his fiancee Olive Moreton; Captain Ronald “You’ve got your ship? inqgired. with a we and Gerald overtaken a telegram n-iw refunded. RING gechanlc of your own chale- {0 100 them over, or uk 25 to a c any on to city represeutntlva 1’0! napecnon. Very large noel any: on rand. net, ne CHAPTER III.â€"(Cont‘d.) nephew of the hostess. home wounded arm. As Th‘smson aldine leave the hotel they are un by Lieut. Conyers waving The Kingdam of The Blind SYNOPSIS: son hasn't very ee." Ralph Con- '11 have to wake if you mean to By E‘ PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM on Geraldine Thomson (Copyrighted) i “From the War Office?" i “No, sir, it came direct.” ' Thomson grew the thin sheet of |paper from Its envelope and swept a tspace for himself at the corner of the table. Then he unlocked one of .the safes and drew out from an inner zdrawer a parchment book bound in lbrown vellum. He spread out the dis- patch and read it carefully. It had [been handed in at a town near the .Belgian frontier about eight hours be- fore:â€" Surgeon-Major Thomson had apâ€" parently forgotten his appointment to View camp bedstead‘s, for, a few min- ;utes after he had left Geraldine and lher brother, his taxicab set him down before a sombreâ€"looking house in 'Adelpvhi Terrace. He passed through the open doorway, up two flights of stairs, drew a key of somewhat pecu- 'liar shape from his pocket and opened la door in front of him. He found l‘himself in a very small hall, from [which there was no egress save 'through yet another droor, through iwhich he passed and stepped into a zlarge but singularly hare-looking [apartment Three great safes were .‘ranged along one side of the wall, ‘piles of newspapers and maps were Istrewn all over a long table, and a ihuge Ordnance map of the French and lBelgian frontiers stood upon an easel. :The only occupant of the apartment iwas a man who was sitting before a ,typewriter in front of the window. He turned his head and rose at Thomson's ientrance, a rather short, keenâ€"looking iyoung man, his face slightly pitted lwith smallpox, his mouth hard and ‘firm, his eyes deep~set and bright. ‘ “Anything happened, Ambrose?” l “A dispatch, sir," was the brief re- 5“Remember I've seen men killedâ€" ithat’s what makes the difference, Olive. Yes, I am different! We are all different, we who’ve tackled the ,job. Thomson’s different. Your young [man at luncheon, Geraldineâ€"what’s ‘his name?â€"Granetâ€"he'vs different. (There’s something big and serious 'grown up inside us, and the brute is looking out. It has to be. I’ll come in later, Olive. Tell the mater I shall be home to dinner, Geraldine. The Igovernor’s \vgitin-g down at the Adâ€" jmiralty for me. Goodvbye, girls!" Fifty thousand camp bedstead‘s are urgently required for neighborhood of La Guir. Please do your best for us, the matter is urgent. Double mat- tress if possible. London. For a matter of ten minutes Thom- son was busy with his pencil and the and watched burn into as} codeâ€"book in fully locked, window. He looking out “The- san‘ “They are all like that,” Geraldine whispered, “when they’ve been face to face with the real thing. And we are only women, Olive.” He waved his hand and strode down towards the corner of the Square. Both girls watched him for a few mo- ments. His shoulders were as square as ever but something had gone from the springiness of his gait. There was nothing left of the sailor’s jaunty swagger. Ii-ps. He seemed t6 the calling of the ne I can promise you one thingâ€"there'll be no survivors.” For a moment or two they neither of them spoke. From out of the Win- doWs of the house before which they were standing came the music of a popular waltz. Olive turned away with a little shiver. “You think I’m brutal. dear,” Con- yers went on, as he patted her hand. one of all the str “I don’t know what my instruction: are going to be,” he continued, dro-p ping his voice a little, “but I'm sic} of making yar the way our chaps art doing one ( paused “You Ralph, 11V gain The Any clue None. 'I now.” th it: If I’m luck§ onot f these murderous s: promise you one thin t \V O them. When 01 terrible things ough, it is very .th him.” 581116 ;urn-e( eforc JG Th ey CHAPTER IV. 0k his the A ' final t move i into the Olive’s t1 ning‘ dow thir too enlly f n one remembers 125 he must have head be listening to s-boys down the 31c has turn enough one anoth‘ 1ard regretfully thv at fou: i from hi lb! Ions 3T0 {II ened find me are 7 “Perhabs {hey knew and said no- thigg‘,” Ambrose suggested softly. “A single kink in my brain,” Thom- son continued, “a secret weakness, perhaps even a dash of lunacy, and I might be quite reasonably the master- spy of the world. I was in Berlin six Weeks ago, Ambrose. There wasn't a soul who ever knew it. I made no re- port_, on purpose.” There was a moment’s silence. Thomson seemed to be considering the idea with strange intensity. Then he shook his‘ hcad. “I think not,” he decided. “When the history of this war is written, Am- brose, with. flamboyant phrases and corpious rhetoric, there will be unwrit- ten chapters, more dramatic. having really more direct effect upon the final issues than even the gum: battles which have seemed the dominant fac- tors. Sit tight here, Ambrcse, and wait. I may be going‘ over to Bouâ€" loglie at any hour.” Thomson pushed on one side the curtains which concealed an inner room, and passed through. In a quar- ter of an hour he reappeare-l, dressed in uniform. His tone, his bearing, his whole manner were changed. He walked with a springier tater), he car- r‘ed :1 little cane and he was whistling softly to himself. The young man watched his chief for several moments. Thomson was standing before the window, the cold spring light falling full upon his face, with its nervous lines and strongly- cut, immobile features. He felt a curious invdisposition to speak. a queer sort of desire to wait on the chance of hearing more. “It’s ugly,” Ambrose muttered, “damned ugly!” thoughtfully. “Every secret connected with our present and future plans- practically pa5ses through my hands, yet no one watches me.“ Whisper a word at the War Of- fice that perhaps it would be as well â€"just for a week, sayâ€"to test a few of my reports, and they’d laugh at you with the air of superior beings listening to the chatter of a fool. Yet what is there impossible about it? I may have some secret viceâ€"avarice, perhaps. Germany would give me the price of a kingdom for all that I could tell them. Yet because I am an Eng- lish officer I am above all suspicion. It’s magnificent, Ambrose, but it’s damnably foolish.” “I am going to one or two laces in the Tottenham Court Road. by ap- poiizzment.” he announced, “to inspect some new patterns of cam!) bedsteads. You can tell them, if they ring up from Whitehall, that I’ll report my- self Iater in the evening." Curiously enough, the other man, too, had changed as though in sym- pathetic deference to his superior of- ficer. He had become simply the obedient and assiduous secretary. a moment that the same sort of thing in a far worse degree was going on amongst men who are wearing the King’s uniform.” French have been on the lookout for that sort of thing. We haven’t. There isn’t one of these men who are sitting in judgment upon us to-diay, Ambrose, who would listen to me for a single moment if I were to take the bull by the horns and say that the traitor we seek is one of ourselves.” "You’re right,” Ambrose murmured, “but do you believe it?” “I do,” Thomson asserted. “It isn’t only the fact of the attacks themselves miscarrying, but it's the knowledge on the other side of exactly how best to meet that attack. It’s the exact knowlâ€" edge they have as to our dispositions, our most secret and sudden change of tactics. We’ve suffered enough, Am- brose, in this country from civil spies â€"the Government is to blame for that. But there are plenty of people who go blustering‘ about, declaring that two of our Cabinet Ministers ought to be hung, who’d turn‘ round and give you the lie if you hinted for m m jud who ‘ mome the hi Mu tore r a moment in gra ‘ose leaned back in TEN?S The D. PIKE. CO., Ltd. 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During the war a well-known French general, who was trying to pay a well- deserved compliment to the British Army, made just as bad a blunder. He compared the Army with a vast ma- chine. He said the privates were the wheels, and that the officers were the cogs who put the wheels in motion as long as they were “well oiled.” He Ornamental steelâ€"that with a pur- plish or Ii‘liac colorâ€"is the worst rus‘t- er, because the color tinge has been produced by part-oxidisation, and the process begun artificially is continued naturally. The best preventive of rust is fat-oil varnish (one part) mixed with recti- fied spirits of turpentine (five parts), and applied with a sponge. The high- est steel polish on mathematical in- struments remains absolutely unaf- fected if this solution is applied. Aluminium is the only metal that will not rust. Gold is generally taken to be a rustless metal, and it is true that it will not combine with oxygen of itselfâ€"without air, that is. 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