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(Published by Special Arrangement).

The House on the River

By FRED M. WHITE,   Author of ''The Cardinal Moth," "The Crimson Blind," "The Man Called Gilray," etc., etc.  

CHAPTER XVI.—THE MAN AT

THE WINDOW.

"I'll go," Quint said, with decision. "I'll go to-morrow afternoon. And now, as I can see my broken down man coming along up the hill, you had better be going."

Somerset was not in the least anxious to carry out the programme for the following afternoon that Quint and Ennie had arranged between them. But as he was more or less was in the hands of his friend he made no demur, and three o'clock the following after-  

noon saw the chair pulled up before the cinema, and Quint, in the guise of a broken-down invalid, creeping into his seat. They sat there for half-an-hour or more watching a dull so-called hum- orous film till presently, with a flourish, the first instalment of the "Lady Bur- glar" flashed on the screen. They were interested enough now, for here was Enuie, a central figure, going through various hairbreadth escapes and winning triumphantly by sheer audac- ity. Here was the very scene in the library of Barnes Place where the safe had been burgled at the very moment that Quint was hiding behind the win-

dow curtains.  

And so it went on for the best part of half an hour until there appeared an episode in a dreary street in the East End where the lady burglar's taxi-cab was held up by the police, and she herself escaped by a daring bit of strategy. It was just the scene she had described to Quint, with its menu buildings and the sordid inhabitants looking on, not realising that they were watching a slice taken from a film drama. Here was a dilapidated pub- lic-house and a man with a bandage round his head looking out of the win-   dow with the keenest interest in his eyes. Then Quint gripped Somerset's shoulder and whispered eagerly in his

ear.

"Look at that man," he said—"the man leaning out of the window? Don't you recognise the red hair and the foxy eyes ?''

Somerset almost jumped from his

seat.

"Kent," he murmured, breathlessly. "Kent beyond the shadow of a doubt. But for you I might have missed it."

Digitisation generously supported by
Macquarie Publications Pty. Limited and the Armati Family
Digitisation generously supported by
Macquarie Publications Pty. Limited and the Armati Family

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