The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1876-04-20
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tate for the Marine, forty-seven years o
O. &c, of an agreeable and winning pres
snce connected with exalted families,
man of unquestionable talent, standing
high with his party, and universally pop
ulaT in society. Emily might have beer
forgiven by some people had she over
looked his glaring faults and accepted
his hand. But while society acknowl
edged and admired Mr.. Delamarre, il
took the privilege of talking freely about
him, and the gossip was not edifying. In
truth, the Secretary was not over partic
ular about his private life, and not even
careful to keep it private. When a man
drives his Stanhope to Richmond ol
Greenwich, and airs himself there before
the public with whatever company he
may have, he challenges society to take
note in what manner he is living But
Mr.. Delamarres fame as a man of the
town was, as is usual confined to certain
cliques, reputable and disreputable. On
ly vague rumoTs reached the ears Of lady
friends, and these were most discreetly
chastened For while it is generally
true that evil report is apt to grow as il
progresses, an exception is sometimes
made i'm the case of the nobility and up.
per classes. A peers son or the heir OF
a millionaire will have his follies report.
cd in euphemisms and his vices painted
with gentle hand.
Miss Emily had never taken to Mr..
Delamarre, and her instructive dislike TO
him had been confirmed by Henry Big
horne, who once curtly said to his sister,
Ware " DelamarreW This was not an
unnecessary warning. since the elder
! Bighorne's faith in the recuperative pow
ers of human nature both moral and
/ physical, when it was of the aristocratic
! order, was so great that he would will
\ lingly have run the risk of the Secreta-
/ rvs reformation.
On the very morning of Henry Big
\ hornes death Mr.. Delamare was leisurely
/ dressing at his house in Dover Street, at
| the early hour Of ten. when his servant
! entered and announced that an inspector
of police from Scotland Yard desired to
| see him.
Wishes to see me, Laycock2 He
must have made a mistake. I'm not the
/ Home Secretary"
81 told him. Sir, there was some mis-
take, and that you were dressing. But
he has your name down, and he insists
on seeing you at once"
"Well, then, show him up here"
The Inspector entered-a broad, seri-
I u
BEG pardon, Sir, he said, "but infor-
nation we've received. Sir, interests you
particularly. / thought / had best come
up and see you about it alone, Sir"
Very good OF you, Inspector" said
Delamarre, buttoning his braces. But
is it really so important that you must
break into my dressing room to tell it2'
That's as you think, Sir, when you've
heard it, replied the policeman, shortly
like a man who knows his position
and how to keep il.
"Well, let us hear this wonderful in
formation you have got hold Of. my
friend
"Yes, Sir, certainly Did you happen,
Sir, to know a Mrs. Dollhouse, who lived
at - ST.. Martins LaneY
"Ho!' said Mr. Delamarre, with lit
tie laugh "You came to tell me some
thing, and now you're cross examining
mer'
"Well, Mr.. Delamarre, IL you know
any thing about her, il will come out
and if you don't, well and good" and
drawing a pocket book from his pocket,
he opened it and took out am envelope,
addressed in female hand to Mr. Della
MARIE.
"Do you know that writing Sirg'
81 tell you | am not going to answer
any questions put to me by an inspector
of police Ii you have any statement to
make, make it-and then begoue: my
breakfast is waiting"
The Inspector took no notice, but went
on with his work.
"Mr Delamarrer he said, standing i'm
front OF the Minister, this envelope-'
Delamarre snatched it out of his hand,
and was about to throw it into the fire
"and the letter inside il, Sir, which |
have in my pocket. You needn't des-
troy that" he added, quietly-"you can't
destroy my evidence
Mr. Delamarre laughed. and said, "Ohi
| was getting tired OF the subject And
as the envelope is my property, picked
up somewhere no doubt, / thought /
would cut the matter short by burning
it. But there it Is, if you Want to keep
it. You are only wasting time how
ever.
That envelope, Mr.. Delamarre," said
the policeman, steadily, was found in
the sofa in the room Mrs. Bellhouse oc-
cupied the day she threw herself out Of
the window. You remember Sir, at the
inquest
Il know nothing about the inquest"
interrupted Mr.. Delamarre 1T was a
scandal which did not concern me"
Perhaps so, Sir. But at the inquest
il was stated that two gents were in the
room with Mrs. Dollhouse tha; after
noon, and at the time when she fell out
of the window. Also that one Of those
gentlemen wore a cloak and black felt
hat, Mr.. Delamarre-somethin like this
cloak and hat, Sir, ! suspect, said the
policeman, gravely, as he pointed to a
chair in the dressing-room where two
such articles appeared to have been
thrown the evening before
Delamarre looked uneasy.
Look here. Inspector" he said, you
fellows are so accustomed to putting
things together in accordance with your
theories that you make extraordinary
blunders. You state that you found
that letter in a sofa that stood in Mrs
Bellhouse's room. Well, IL you have the
letter too, you know that il was from
Mrs Bellhouse herself. | admit | was
acquainted with her, and she occasional.
ly correspouded with me But you can
easily suppose that had handed il back
to Mrs. Bellhouse, and she had put the
letter there herself.
No, Sir; l think not. The envelope
has the London West postmark, and
was delivered at half past four on Feb
ruary |, and on the other side from the
direction there's a memorandum in pen
Gil, Sir: Saw Elliston. Claymore TO be
recalled. Coke to be Y. Ad.' You re-
member, Sir, Admiral Claypole was re-
called in February, and your cousin, Cap
tain Coke, was made Vice. Admiral The
letter was dropped out of your pocket,
Sir, in Mrs Bellhouse's room
Look here, Inspector" replied Della
MARIE uneasily. You're a man of the
world. You know I'm a man of the
world. There is no use opening up a
/ gentleman private life, and making a
I great scandal for nothing j can assure
you ! had nothing TO do with Mrs. Bell