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|NO MORE PILES Thousands Bless Dr. Loonhardt, the Specialist Who Discovered This Commonsense Remody. (Article), Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , Friday 14 June 1929 page Article||2014-04-19 21:28||businesslike-looking one in a blue envelope."
||businesslike-looking one in a blue envelope."###
|NO MORE PILES Thousands Bless Dr. Loonhardt, the Specialist Who Discovered This Commonsense Remody. (Article), Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , Friday 14 June 1929 page Article||2014-04-19 21:27||"Yoii must have canoC a lot inl yourll' tile,
sir," hie ?id, feeling iis way. "I dalre
cay yol could tell some fine stories if
you lilked. Your autobiogrnphy would he
well wortlh rending. Oh, by the way, you
have ,.chambers in allntoi-street."
"Had theom for forty years," thl old
man clhuckled. "I could write a history
'of the street, Bent alny novel yotl over
rend 'out of sight, Tragedies and colltldieo
and all thile ret of it. Every Lonldon
street is full of themi."
"Yes, I np pose It is," Joe a1greell. "Do
o ' halpllen to know anything about Illmin
ber 17 in your roiad?"
"Seveonteen? I sholl think I iluh.Not
that I have over been nsldeo It, miul yoi.
Nobody haus for hllf a century, and noI
body has since I have beeoon in the'road.
No\w, there is a mystery for you. Pine
house, sit'. Muhst have at leaost'30 rooms
in it, inti no livinlg soutl lits' OveI' r sein
tile tront door proltoily oponctl, 'Windows
grinedl wtith dtultiii dilrt, IiInl stops not
cleaned since ioavlen knowi lwhen. It I
nearl'y opposite to imy tilllce, anlld I ?o0 It
ovry mlornigll whenll I leave home. Ol'n.
pll by a wonl,. Nobody soens to.lknow
hor siine, and nloboldy troubles about
her.', The plostmIln ctlls anlolut once i
week with olne letter, And thlint is a
buhluloliko.looking one in. a blue envle
|"You must have seen a lot in your time,
sir," he said, feeling his way. "I dare
say you could tell some fine stories if
you liked. Your autobiography would be
well worth reading. Oh, by the way, you
have chambers in Manton-street."
"Had them for forty years," the old
man chuckled. "I could write a history
of the street. Beat any novel you ever
read out of sight. Tragedies and comedies
and all the rest of it. Every London
street is full of them."
"Yes, I suppose it is," Joe agreed. "Do
you happen to know anything about num-
ber 17 in your road?"
"Seventeen? I should think I did. Not
that I have ever been inside it, mind you.
Nobody has for half a century, and no-
body has since I have been in the road.
Now, there is a mystery for you. Fine
house, sir. Must have at least 30 rooms
in it, and no living soul has ever seen
the front door properly opened. Windows
grimed with dust and dirt, and steps not
cleaned since heaven knows when. It is
nearly opposite to my place, and I see it
every morning when I lease home. Occu-
pied by a woman. Nobody seems to know
her name, and nobody troubles about
her. The postman calls about once a
week with one letter. And that is a
businesslike-looking one in a blue envelope."
|NO MORE PILES Thousands Bless Dr. Loonhardt, the Specialist Who Discovered This Commonsense Remody. (Article), Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , Friday 14 June 1929 page Article||2014-04-19 21:20||"Upon my word," the old gentlemnnii
chiruped. . "I don t know what Awe are
comingl to. Every time I colme into the
chlb 1 ami half afraid of having my poi
kott picked. If the commlittee only did
thcir duty, men like lecaincale and others
of hi Iidneil would be ftlunig out of the
my boy, lmuclh too tolerant. Hlow ,does
that .fellow get hIls living, I ask, you.
Cardls ind oil that ort ort of. thing, if it
is not anythliig worse, A disgrace to hisi
liil. His father would turn ill hisc
grlveo if he knlw how hie s sIn was get.
tilg a lIvilng. Oh, I could tell yol.a;lOti
young fellow, oily I could not prove it.
A tllorughi badl lot.'?
Joe cst, half conslcous of the old man's
babbling. lIe know ho was the most in.
"voterote gossip in the club snd a pcr
petrel fountnin of scandal and innuendo.
There wal nothing ill thatl way that he
did not seemi to knowi, An then, nud
denly, an idea slulped itself in Joe's
|"Upon my word," the old gentleman
chirruped. "I don t know what we are
coming to. Every time I come into the
club I am half afraid of having my poc-
kett picked. If the committee only did
their duty, men like Beaucaire and others
of his kidney would be flung out of the
my boy, much too tolerant. How does
that fellow get his living, I ask you.
Cardl and all that sort of thing, if it
is not anything worse. A disgrace to his
name. His father would turn in his
grave if he knew how his son was get-
ting a living. Oh, I could tell you a lot,
young fellow, ony I could not prove it.
A thorough bad lot."
Joe sat, half conscious of the old man's
babbling. He knew he was the most in-
veterate gossip in the club and a per-
petual fountain of scandal and innuendo.
There was nothing in that way that he
did not seem to know. And then, sud-
denly, an idea shaped itself in Joe's mind.
|2014-04-19 21:15||lie was still tulring this problem over
in hi mnind when ie strolled into the
clnoking.rooll of Tle Malrathon Clubi on
onle or tw0 o ncemblers present, but aIIIongst
them was .elnlueidroe himself. lie iodded
almost insoleltly to Mlusgrave en hie rose
frol hlis chair and lightedl i cigarette,
preparltory' to leaving the roonm. It was
almost is if lie were dcfying Joe to say
Ad Joeal might have said la good deal
hant it not been for thle senihlil which
nightI hnave ilvolved the good notnL of
l'ameloa Dacre. It was alilost a lluty oll
Joe's part to denoplote the nln11 1and re1
Iltlest the club comnmittoo to take nation!
ill the matter. Butl for the inonllclt, at
alily rate, oe shrallnk froit such a coi'rse.j
lie retiurned Benticaire's nod curtly,
enough finl throw himself into a chairi
by the lireplaco oni tile opposlite side of
whliclh n looss a person than Gellerol Jolh
Goldoworthy was seated. The clderly
warrior nodded his Ilenud like a bird.
|He was still turning this problem over
in his mind when he strolled into the
smoking-room of The Marathon Club on
one or two members present, but amongst
them was Beaucaire himself. He nodded
almost insolently to Musgrave as he rose
from his chair and lighted a cigarette,
preparatory to leaving the room. It was
almost is if he were defying Joe to say
And Joe might have said a good deal
had it not been for the scandal which
might have involved the good name of
Pamela Dacre. It was almost a duty on
Joe's part to denounce the man and re-
quest the club committee to take action
in the matter. But for the moment, at
any rate, Joe shrank from such a course.
He returned Beaucaire's nod curtly
enough and threw himself into a chair
by the fireplace on the opposite side of
which no less a person than General John
Goldsworthy was seated. The elderly
warrior nodded his head like a bird.
|2014-04-19 21:09||To slyv that 'Joe 2hlu1 ravo was annoyed
at the loss of his snuffbox tn to put the
case too mildly. Not thnt it was of lutch
use to him. Have that it hadt out the face
of it a faithful likRnesi of P'amela DIcre,
fortunesl . were inl somloe wliy ibound up
within the olnfines' of tht. ilrtlistic piece
of work. Nor dlt he belioev thlat In or
dinaryv pickpocket had taken advantage of
the disturbance in the paddock at San
town' ],lla'kl to relieve lhin of an article
liko thllt. The more he thought it over,
the mlore convinced hie was that the w?'hole
thing was o t clover "llillint" on IeaiIIcaiir'0
llr't to rcgahi peotiesion of the box.
,Why, he did not know, but there must
hIve beein some powerful reason for
|To say that Joe Musgrave was annoyed
at the loss of his snuffbox is to put the
case too mildly. Not that it was of much
use to him, save that it had out the face
of it a faithful likeness of Pamela Dacre,
fortunes were in some way bound up
within the confines of that artistic piece
of work. Nor did he believe that an or-
dinary pickpocket had taken advantage of
the disturbance in the paddock at San-
down Park to relieve him of an article
like that. The more he thought it over,
the more convinced he was that the whole
thing was a clever "plant" on Beaucaire's
part to regain possession of the box.
Why, he did not know, but there must
have been some powerful reason for
|2014-04-19 21:06||A SUR'PRISE FOt MIUSGRAVE.
CHAPTER .XIl' '
|A SURPRISE FOR MUSGRAVE.
|2014-04-19 21:05||get all about it."###
1'haIo proceeded: tbi heelp himself, to a
fresh ~clisky. and. soda whilst lleaicuire
carelessly toned ,the 'gold box inito the
drawer and turned the key on it. Itwai
its if he hand dismised the matter frllom
lis mind altogetlher.
Ilul wha I'hasy ihad deplarted in,, his
airy, inconsequent fashion, leauaenire
wenit back to a flrtller,cxamnination of the
paper alnd there was i queer cnlllllg lsmile
on his face usa he read those apparently
worthIess words for a secondl time.
"This," ho mused, "is Ia case for coun
sel's opinion. It might, not be so value
less iater all."
|get all about it."
Phasy proceeded to help himself to a
fresh whisky and soda whilst Beaucaire
carelessly tossed the gold box into the
drawer and turned the key on it. It was
as if he had dismissed the matter from
his mind altogether.
But when Phasy had departed in his
airy, inconsequent fashion, Beaucaire
went back to a further examination of the
paper and there was a queer cunning smile
on his face as he read those apparently
worthless words for a second time.
"This," he mused, "is a case for coun-
sel's opinion. It might not be so value-
less after all."
|2014-04-19 16:44||with a crestfallon face; "lt lools no if
we hlad had all our trouble for. nothine.
1till, it was only a sldo show afoter all.
Now have another drink and let ns for.
get all about it,"
|with a crestfallen face. "It looks as if
we had had all our trouble for nothing.
Still, it was only a side show after all.
Now have another drink and let us for-
get all about it."###
|SINISTER HOUSE Published by Arrangement with Messrs. Ward, Lock & Co., Ltd. CHAPTER XI.—(Continued.) (Article), Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , Friday 14 June 1929 page Article||2014-04-19 16:41||With It H111vg ofl I tor 1(1111, .houldo Dana
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|With a shrug of his shoulders, Beau-
caire replaced the box on the table and
proceeded to examine it thoroughly. This
he did with the aid of a magnifying glass
and a fine-scale ivory rule. Two or three
minuted elapsed before the puzzled frown
left his face and he smiled broadly.
"Here we are," he said. "There is a
double top to this box. If I insert the
tip of a knife blade in that little inden-
ture in the heading, I open the double
lid, thus. And what have we got? A
half sheet of common notepaper."
It was as Beaucaire had said. Merely a
headed with the name of a village close
scrap of very coarse and common paper,
to Berwick-on-Tweed and dated a long
time ago. Then followed three lines with
a declaration to the effect that one Hec-
tor Wallace acknowledged Elinor Heron-
spey as his wife and she him as her husband.
The names of two witnesses were
appended and that was all. Beyond that, there was not even a line.
"Oh, pouff," Phasy cried. "What a
disappointment. Ah, the same all the
world over. The confiding woman and the deceitful man. It has been the same
since the flood. That paper is not worth the ink that has been spent on it."
"No, apparently not, Beaucaire agreed,
|SINISTER HOUSE Published by Arrangement with Messrs. Ward, Lock & Co., Ltd. CHAPTER XI.—(Continued.) (Article), Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , Friday 14 June 1929 page Article||2014-04-19 16:34||'fThalt will do for ton.ighlt," oanueriah
autl withI 'p inolent gesnture of llnlROlal.
"You caln go now. ]But bie handy itn alno
I ineed'you angnlts I shlll wllnt you lofore
II on epeclmly yeou, Ioloey Got it
small cut, hlrotnit yout?"
"Got the iao of ono." Bl0nley corrected,
"Wall, It calnom to the snme thing. A
ian who travels laoult the coulntry roepro.
nuittn a tilm of dr nplt, as yol do, is
Just tlie lndlvlliual wo roltir.o, T kai not
goitig to toll you whlot we wailtt ou fior
yet, but you will Io paid wh hon the thmo
coites. It Is going to i dingeolouols husttl.
Ieo, Iut 1I tldo't taupposl you mind if ipay
Is high otouithi-i'
"Not me,"' the mlltn 1osloy grinned.
"rNor my Inallll lmstoook, iolthlor, Well,
gootl IUllgt, sit',"
''he tIro tto evion votlglodl, olltl lolieililto
Ltok the golidl itiiffliox fr olti ttable iIInl
ots nrooeolhltg to look It lip Ill it" lt?'io'
of hle wrIlthlg lele lwhen Ihasy Inter.
"Not qulite eo hnpotuouls imy friend,
l'lhgrc are tlhings I wanlit to know., 'Tioroe
ire tlhingns' I. ll goln g to kllow Tl'e 'la lnlertl
ihtld tlhlt lutitlllo, for' latattllUco. You
inot trust mite tult I. li?t tus'lt you, Now,.
thon, ftot, Olie' It 'your lifeo tell tthe trth,
thei whole truth, itid wlhat younr lpollen
call, nothing hut Clio trluth, imystery
of that Iox. ComIo," .
|"That will do for to-night," Beaucaire
said with an insolent gesture of dismissal.
"You can go now. But be handy in case
I need you again. I shall want you before
long, especially you, Bosley. Got a
small car, haven't you?"
"Got the use of one," Bosley corrected.
"Well, it comes to the same thing. A
man who travels about the country repre-
senting a firm of drapers, as you do, is
just the individual we require. I am not
going to tell you what we want you for
yet, but you will be paid when the time
comes. It is going to be a dangerous busi-
ness, but I don't suppose you mind if pay
is high enough."
"Not me,"' the man Bosley grinned.
"Nor my pal Grimstock, neither. Well,
good night, sir."
The two men vanished, and Beaucaire
took the gold snuffbox from the table and
was proceeding to lock it up in a drawer
of his writing desk when Phasy intervened.
"Not quite so impetuous my friend.
There are things I want to know. There
are things I am going to know. The secret
behind that snuffbox, for instance. You
not trust me and I not trust you. Now,
then, for once in your life, tell the truth,
the whole truth, and what your police
call, nothing but the truth. The mystery
of that box. Come."
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