Ambrotox and Limping Dick

tful; grass, flowers and sunshine, with the host's easy charm, made it almost as easy for Theophilus Caldegard

ghteenth of June, was surprised by the ease with which the five weeks of her stay had slip

long as there's room for his test-tubes, and his di

ed-just in time for Randal Bellamy to

all alone?

nny things happen,"

her, as if asking a s

she said. "I was only thinking it's fiv

t to go some

"And it's gone like five

ee. "I'm not going to let you wait a moment for father

that, you bad gir

his boots outside his door," she replied. "And wh

I was in bed before twelve; I suppose he took advant

a pause, "that Ambrotox was finished an

in a tone of such intensity

ng him to finish it-you wante

published,"

he entrance of the parlour-maid with the morning'

white hair, and the ruddy complexion of his face, where the benevolence of the mouth attracted attention before the ke

a quick-the kettle's boiling, Am

, "First time I ever saw him abs

Bellamy, looking up. "That young brothe

, you mean,"

moss," retorted Bellamy. "Aunt Jen

come before?" a

d the brother. "Now he's been a soldier

was he in

n the Air Force, and, one time with another

money to burn," chuckled Caldegard. "No wonder it's six mo

ead letters, and walked absent-m

I'm afraid there aren't many sensa

ps into the garden, Bellamy watchi

uickly. "Your daughter knows it's a secret

said C

middle of it. I think that your daughter should know the whole story; and, when you've met hi