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"Why, this news is simply astounding!" exclaimed Mr. Pyecroft. "Come, now. Bluffing won't work with me. You see, I'm on to it all!" "I presume it's a newspaper story you're after?" Mr. Pyecroft inquired politely. "Of course!" "Then" in the same polite tone "if you know it all, why don't you print it?" "I want the heart-story of the runaway lovers," declared Mr. Mayfair. "I'm afraid, Mr.

Address me in care of the Reverend Mr. Pyecroft." Tense though the moment was to him, the young man could not restrain his odd whimsical smile. "The Reverend Mr. Pyecroft has taken an interest in me; like you he is trying to make me a better man. He'll see that I get your message. Herbert E. Pyecroft P-y-e-c-r-o-f-t remember his name. Here's a card of the boarding-house at which he is staying."

Mrs. De Peyster obeyed. Mr. Pyecroft drew the room's one chair up beside the bed, sat down, picked up "Wormwood," and again, with the most natural manner in the world, he began to read in a loud voice. The next moment the two policemen of the previous night came in. Mr. Pyecroft arose. "I must beg your pardon, officers," he said pleasantly and with a slight tincture of his clerical manner.

Pyecroft, who received me on his chest as a large rock receives a shadow, "represents the Gnome arrivin' cautious from the direction o' Portsmouth, with Admiralty orders." He pointed through the darkness ahead, and after much staring my eyes opened to a dozen destroyers, in two lines, some few hundred yards away.

But fortunately the room was dim, and the reporters' eyes were all on the grave, candid face of Mr. Pyecroft. "Yes yes," said the impatient Mayfair. "But out with the story! What's doing?" "Something that I think will surprise you," said Mr. Pyecroft. "Something that has completely astounded all of us particularly this lady who is Mrs.

Then Pyecroft and Morgan, standing easy, talked together of the King's Service as reformers and revolutionists, so notably, that were I not engaged on this tale I would, for its conclusion, substitute theirs.

"Pritch," said Pyecroft, "be warned in time. If we begin tellin' what we know about each other we'll be turned out of the pub. Not to mention aggravated desertion on several occasions " "Never anything more than absence without leaf I defy you to prove it," said the Sergeant hotly. "An' if it comes to that how about Vancouver in '87?" "How about it? Who pulled bow in the gig going ashore?

He didn't know that there mightn't be shoals there, 'e said. Morgan went an' armed his lead, to enter into the spirit o' the thing. They 'eaved it for twenty minutes, but there wasn't any suet only tallow, o' course." "'Garnished with suet at two thousand metres of profundity. Decidedly the Britannic Navy is well guarded. Well, that's all right, Mr. Pyecroft.

"We've been outwitted!" cried Mr. Pyecroft. He turned to the two woman contritely. "If I'd only heeded you let you have managed the affair!" "You people got a mighty good price," commented Detective Brown. "Well perhaps so," sighed Mr. Pyecroft. Chagrin gave way to curiosity in his face. "I wonder, now, how Mrs. Allistair is going to use the letter?" "That's none of my business."

"Not about the kicking, but he is great on the gun-practice, Mr. Pyecroft. He has put all the results into a sort of appendix a table of shots. He says that the figures will speak more eloquently than words." "What? Nothin' about the way the crews flinched an' hopped? Nothin' about the little shells rumblin' out o' the guns so casual?"