THE BONDAGE OF HATE.

Sun (Christchurch), Volume VI, Issue 1790, 8 November 1919, Page 14

THE BONDAGE OF HATE.

[All Rights Reserved.] By CAPTAIN PRANK H. SHAW, Author of ''The Lore-Tides," "A Life'i Derotlon," etc. CHAPTER XIIT-CContinued.) NO. 85 RUE BERCHON. She wrinkled her brows thoughtfully before she replied. "No, there is no Such one. Huron —it is not a name I know. Of what description is he?" "Au old man, a servant; one who newly arrived this morning." Farquharson was watching her closely; he had dealt with those whose business •was evasion all his life. 113 said to himself that, if the woman were lying, there would be an overdoing of the* hesitation, a sort of pausing to control one's forces. But here was no such hesitation; the woman was frankly bewildered. "No M. Huron arrived here this morning; only Paul " Here, as though conscious of having said too much, she stopped short. "And he went as soon as he had passed the time i>f day," she continued, but her eyes shifted ever so slightly. "Precisely, madame. I must have made a mistake, but I thought my friend, M. Huron, gave this house as his address." She had lost her cheerfuhiess; she was sharply suspicious; a woman from whom nothing more might be gained. But she was dealing with a clever man, one, moreover, whose intellect had responded to the demands made upon it. "Then, if M. Huron should present himself—he may have been delayed—you will inform him that M. Smith, an Englishman, has called. And if he defcires to see me he will leave a little note |n madame's capable hands, and I shall appear in one day or two. That is understood, is it not?" He rose and motioned to Leatham to accompany him. To the sailor practically everything shat had passed had been unintelligible. "Got anything out of her?" he asked bluntly, when they were once piore seated in their cab and bowling towards the hotel, where Dr Inghelto might presumably be found. "Not much. But Huron arrived at that cafe this morning. His name there m not Huron—-it is Paul something. Now, this strengthens my suspicions. Jf Huron were exactly what he seemed }o be there would be no need for him to pass under a false name, or it may be that Huron is merely a nom de guerre. The more I think of it, Bobby, the more disposed I am to believe that Huron knows more than he told at the examination. Call it foolishness if you will, but *he impression is there, vividly. In some way the butler is mixed up with phe murder—how, it would be difficult to say." "But, according to his evidence, he was sound asleep at the time, and he it was who made the case so black against Miss Soymour." "I know, but we haven't yet had any definite proof that he was actually asleep at the tim£ Attention was diverted from him. He was an old |nan t in the first place, incapable, ode might think, of striking such a blow as hilled Mrs Grenfell. However, we can't convict him of the crime; but nere's my presentiment working double tides—and I've had presentiments before." "And what's your plan? Command me. Since I got that feed I feel like a giant refreshed." "Get me introduced to Inghelto as fcoon as you can. If that covert draws blank we'll turn fresh attention to Mr Huron.'; And within a few minutes the fiacre ■topped at the Hotel Metropole. (To be Continued.)