THE SCARLET TERROR

Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 90, 12 October 1929, Page 18

THE SCARLET TERROR

(By Cavell Nicholl.) •

Was the letter from the Scarlet Terror? Peter rushed over to it and tore the envelope open eagerly, but his eagerness vanished, for the letter ran thus :—

1 you will be comfortable waiters, and two guests, so I hopo '"V*™™o*™^™™, but I shall expect you to-morrow. (RlChfor(l>) • UNCLE DICK. Peter brightened up and Bill let out a yell of delight. Good od Uncle Dick. I hate this old hotel," he cried, all cold and shivery it. is!" and he finished off with a shiver finished Rnr^??»he^ Starl jd D pack/ngtW 1 0 suit"cases > a™* after they had forwinlS I 7 ""I PetCl S emPloyer t0 exPl*in matters. Bill torwarded the letter to prove his story was true, and his employer who was a sport, let them go for a week. • P ' ' A.V J'!i ank i S V6,l y mUC, h' !ir" Bill said ' and ran out of the room like a delighted schoolboy who had just broken up for holidays. A quarter of an hour later the two youngsters drove off to the station in a taxi

"Gee, what a corker manor house," gasped Bill as the two chums were driven up the grave drive of a huge house with lofty towers and i™ dinging to its walls.- Bill payed the taxi driver and walked up a few steps to a weather-beaten door and lifted the iron knocker. Bomp!! - It fell with a dull thump and Bill and Peter waited for the door to ?£™ P-T i •3 footman fPPeared, took their luggage, and conducted them into a luxurious room where a log crackled and roared in a tiled hreplace. boon a jovial-faced man entered and Peter introduced Bill to uncle Dick.

«o" PleaSe<* t0 nieet you > sir '" ginned Bill. Same to you, youngster," replied Uncle Dick", "I wanted to meet you, so Ive had my wish, eh?" After-a few minutes talk Bill went into the music-room lo play the piano, while P etei - went into, the library to read. Five minutes later Bill was startled to hear an appaling cry from the library. Dashing in,, Bill was horrified to find that Peter was nowhere to be seen—had vanished Bill ran across the soft carpet.

(To be continued.)