The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1878-06-13


, hand knew better than that be
: cause tie psrtY that we were after, el
lowing ne was the right party, after 6
lVs years rest, wasn't going TO boil
: nos so II wss no use for hurryinl
; and1HiTng Well, soon after break.
! fast 4sa1utered into the bar, aud be-
gan sAlklng with the landlord, who
was % eideIly-so-t OF party about my
own =, and wGO bragged-as IL Il
was .hing 10 be proud of-befOre We
: hsd tsKed three minutes, that he had
llved man and boy, in ChumpIey
: which was the name Of the lively
place, for more than fifty years.
''Iten you're just the fellow for
me" thought and then began
talking ol an old master OF mine who
was DOW living somewhere down in
this DighborhOOd, by the name OF
Wynlham.
"Nyndham Let me see; Wynd-
ham " says the landlord, putting
on hi wisest look. "No: I can't re-
memier any party OF that name.
There's Wilkinson and Wiggens (;
perha's it's one of them"
tod him they would not DO; and
then aided thst the party 1 meant
was something Of an artist; painted
picture partly for pleasure and partly
for proit. This was only a guess Of
mine, ht it was pretty safe one.
"Oh there's lots of them about
here ~ e1claims the old boy, grinning
very mica, as If it was q capital idea.
There's Mr.. Delaney Chorkle, Miss
Belvedera Smith, Mrs. GalloOn White
and q lot more; but / don't think
there's Wyndhsm."
"Ah, well, it don't matter" 1 said,
very carelessly still (; 81 may be mis-
taken. I heard, however, he lived
here at a place called the Mount. Is
there such phce"
els there sdch 8 place :" says the
/ landlord, with as much contempt in
his voice ls II 1 ought to be ashamed
myself for lot knowing. "Yes, there
is; and a irst-rate gentleman artist
lives there too but his name amt
Wyndham; his name happens to be
Parkway, sir, Mr.. Phillip Parkway !;
though L rave heard that he is too
proud 10 pint under his own name"
81 thinkIandlord," said, "that I'll
have just hree penn'Orth Of brandy
cold ;" which 1 took, and left him
without aIother word, for when /
heard this name felt struck all of q
heap, becaIse it made a guess into q
certainty, though in q way had new
er dreamedof. 1 couldn't even 90 back
to Lytherly for little while; it was
all so wonderful, and / was angry
with myseR for never having thought
at the timethat the man who, Of all
others in tie world, had the most to
gain by the poor woman's death,
might have been the one who killed
her. In the bitterness OF my feelings
could not lelp saying that anyone
but detective would have pOunced
upon this fellow st the first, HOwev-
er, got over the vexstiOn, and went
back to LytherIy to tell him newss
We were each very confident that we
had the right scent now, but yet it was
not easy to see what we were to do. /
could not very well apply for a war
rant against q man because he had
painted q picture, and so We walked
and talked until we could think. OF
nothing better than going down to
COmbestead, and, with our fresh in
4
could not rake up something there.
We came to this resolution just as
we reached a tollgate, close by which
stood little house, which appeared to
be the beer shop, bakery, Post Office
and grocery for the neighbOrhOOd.
Not much Of q Leighborhood, by the
by, for, excepting q few gentlemen's
seats, there was hardly another house
within sight. One small but comfort
able-looking residence, we were in
formed by the chatty old lady who
owned the "store," was the Mount,
where Mr.. Parkway lived. He was
q very retired, silent sort of a gentle
man, she said, and people thought
lives with him. He had been mar.
ried for few years, the old lady went
on, soon after o relation died and left
him a good bit OF money. Before
that he only rented apartments in the
village: but then he married Miss Dol
Tar, who was an orphan, with q good
bit Of money, too, but quite q girl to
him, and they went TO live at the
Mount. at this point the old lady
broke suddenly off, and said: "Here
they aren" going to the door immedi-
ately, and dropping her very best
courtesy. We followed her into the
little porch, and there, sure enough,
was a low carriage drawn by one
horse, and in it sat a gloomy, dark
man, whom had no difficulty in rec
ognizing, and by his side q slight,
very pretty, but careWOrn-loOking
young woman. Mr., Parkway looked
cody enough at us, and we as careless
ly returned his glance, for we were
both so much changed since the Com
bestesd days that there was little fear
Of his remembering US.
1t seemed that they had called about
G servant, which the POstOffice keeper
was to have recommended, and Mrs.
alighted from the carriage
to write some memorandum on the
business. Parkway had never spoken,
and thought could see in his harsh
traces OF anxiety and re-
morse. Lytherly had followed Mrs.
Parkway into the shop, and, as
could see from where / stood, on the
lady asking for pen, he drew his gold
pencil-case from his pocket and offer
ed it, as probably containing q better
than any the POstOfliee
could afford. The lady stared, looked
. little startled, but, after q moments
hesitation, accepted it with q very
sweet smile. While Mrs. Parkway
was engaged in writing her letter,
stood by her side, and saun-
tered out after her. had beeen wait
ing in the porch, watching her hus-
band, whose face was so familiar to
me that half expected to see look
Of recognition come into his eyes but
Of the sort happened. Lyther-
" watched them drive off, then, turn
ing suddenly round, exclaimed "Ius
As good as over, Robinson. We've
got them"
"Why, what is there s!resh?n I
lsked.
"Just sufficient to hang the scound-
rel" said Lytherly. "YOu remember,
)f course, that among other things
which were stolen on the night OF the
murder wss a curious lOcket which
poor Miss Parkway used to wear, and
hat some fragments Of the chain
we're afterwaTd found"
l remembered this very well and
old him so.
Every good" be continued. 81
gave that locket and chain to the poor
Did girl; it was the only valuable /
possessed in the world and Mrs.
Parkway has the central carbuncle in
ler brooch now.."
Nonsense !" l exclaimed, "not
showing exactly what 1 did say at the
SIT is a fact" he said, "and I can
IWear to it. What Is more to the
point, perhaps, is that although the
ItOne is in strange setting, and 20
,ne but myself, probably, could rec
)gnize it, yet l can identify it. On |
he one side are my initials, cut in /
almost microscOpical characters. II /
hey are there, that settles it IL they |
ire not, put me down as an impOstOr, !
md fix the murder on me if you |
Ike"
There was a good deal more said .
Ifter this, but the upshOt OF It was
hat we went over to Colchester, and l
aid the matter before the authorities;
when after little hesitation q warrant
vas granted for the apprehension Of
4r. Philip Parkway, and two officers,
accompanied by Lytherly and myself,
vent over 10 execute il.
1t was after nightfall when we ar
ived at the Mount, and on knocking
t the door We found that Mr.. Park
Vay was in; but his wife was out,
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