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The Golf Course Mystery

Chapter 2 THE NINETEENTH HOLE

Word Count: 2251    |    Released on: 28/11/2017

was not a stir among the other players grouped about him; nor did the gallery, grouped some distance back, rush up. The most natural thought, and one that was in the minds of the ma

ded but a second glance to tell that something

, it had been such a heavy one that Mr. Carwell was overlong in recovering from it.

around to help him to his feet-to render what aid was needed. Among them were Captain Poland and

r ocean. Rather idly Bartlett wondered if it was the same one he and Captain Pola

eaned over his friend and rival. "It is a bit hot; I feel it myself. But I didn

r his face that told those near him something serious

inted. He needs air. Is Dr. Rowland here? I thought I saw him

him!" some

automobilist, who had come across the links from

r trickle between the purplish lips of the unconscious victor in the cup-winners' match. But more of t

way through the press of people, which opened for her, till

," some

his winning strok

a herself reel

and, to the alarmed girl it seemed as though it came from the distant peaks of the hills. "He'll

the sun, I fancy. They

ys so strong and well-I never knew him to complain of the heat. And as

ost,

er did. Oh, I m

ing arm, for he had seen that her strength was failing her

im, the major and other friends. They will look after him. You had better

nsisted. "He will need me when he-whe

back toward the throng that was still about the prostrate player. A cl

Gerry. "Not Dr. Rowland, though. How

e would fall. He had to hold her close, and he wished there was some place near at hand to which he

ure, or at least seemed to, and smiled u

"Please take me to him. He will a

yelids, an ear pressed over the heart, supplemented by the use of the stethoscope, and then the young medical man looked up, searching th

is d

exclaime

Harry Bartlett "

hence Viola and Captain Pola

e, Dr. Baird

eart action has

be from some cause-s

e. Mr. Carwell is dead. I

was only a medical man's p

been attracted to the crowd, though she was not much of

opened for him. Then it closed again, hiding the body from sight. Some one

arm, saw Bartlett approaching. Somehow he surm

lsively holding out her hands to h

and then she seemed to sens

h, don't te

Bartlett gently. "He passed away without pain

r she really fainted this time, and Captain Pola

tt turned aside, waving back the curiosity seekers that were already leaving the former scene of excitement for

fter Miss Carw

ins, Blossom," suggested Captain Poland. "Miss Carwell will b

nd Blossom, and his manner seemed

ant to ask some questions, and you were more closely

body," said the secretary. "Did

re say. Probably heart disease; though

nclined to suspect apoplexy. But are y

her head after sprinkling in her face some wate

hen and gave her some ar

them, and she looked about in wonder. Then, as her

! It can't be true

ue," said Captain Poland gently. "Did he e

e was always so

lubhouse," suggested Bartlett

e "nineteenth hole"-that place where all games are played o

s workmen, but only club members were admitted to the house. And among the

ay," said one. "Never saw him in better fo

on a hot day," ventured another. "He must have been taken ill from that, an

ve heart disease," de

t," commented Tom Sharwell. "I suppo

Miss Carwell," wa

ue!" sever

Then followed some quick telephoning on the part of Dr. Baird, who had recently joined th

n Lambert, the Carwell family physician, was sent for, and

cal men were together in the room with the body for some time, and when they came out Viola Carwell was there to meet them. Dr. Lambert

d long called him by this endearing title-Oh, U

sorry to say. You must be very brave, and bear

it is so hard! He was all I

ost as a little ch

at out later by-Well, we'll find out later, Dr. Baird and I. You had better go home

not go home with him-at least, unless some one else com

e with me, Viola

Oh, poor Aunt Mary! This will

know when you arrive. And I'll be over to see y

look after-aft

ay leave it

well was taken to 'The Haven' by Harry Bartlett, while Captain Poland, nodding farewe

ide was now running out to the sea, he saw an

ith dripping pinion

one that time!" mu

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