Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1878-08-22

which was the name of the lively place, for
more than fifty years. "Then you're just the
fellow for me" I thought; and then began
talking of an old master of mine who was now
living somewhere down in this neighborhood,
by the name of Wyndham.
"Wyndham? Let me see; Wyndham p
says the landlord, putting on his wisest look.
No; I can't remember any party of that
name. There's Wilkinson and Wiggins per-
haps it's one of them."
told him they would not do; and then
added that the party I meant was something
of an artist, painted pictures, partly for pleas
ure and partly profit. This was only guess
of mine, but it was pretty safe one.
"Oh! there's lots of them about here p ex-
claims the old boy, grinning very much, as If
it was capital idea. There's Mr.. De Ian.
cy Chorkle, Miss Beveldera Smith, Mrs.
Galloon Whyte, Mr.. Hardy Canute, end a
lot more but don't think there's Wynd-
ham,"
"Ah well, it don't matter" I said very
carelessly still !; 81 must be mistaken. heard,
however, he lived down here at place called
the Mount. Is there such placer"
us there such place |" says the landlord,
with as much contempt in his voice as if l
ought to be ashamed of myself for not know.
ing. eyes, there is; and frst-rate gentle.
man artist lives there, too but his name amt
Wyndham his name happens to be Parkway,
sir-Mr. Philip Parkway though l have
heard that he was too proud to paint under
his own name."
II think, landlord" I said, "that I'll have
just three penn worth of brandy cold;" which
1 took and left him without another word, for
when I heard this name felt struck all of
heap, because it made guess into certainty,
though in way 1 had never dreamed Of |
couldn't even 60 back to Lytherly for little
while: it was all 80 wonderful ; and I was so
angry with myself for not having thought at
the time that the man who, of all others in
the 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,
l could not bel p saying that any one but a de.
tective would have pounced upon this fellow
at the first. However, l got over the vexa-
tion, and went back TO Lytherly to tell him
my news. We we're each very confident that
we had the right scent now but yet it was
not easy to see what We we're to do. [ could
not very well apply for warrant against
man because he had painted a picture; and
so we walked and talked until we could think
of nothing better than going down to Combe.
stead, and, with our fresh information to help
us, seeing if we could not rake up something
there.
We came to this resolution just as we
reached toll gate, close by which stood
little house, which appeared to be the beer
shop, bakers, post Office and grocer's for the
neighborhood. Not much of q neighborhood,
by the bye, for excepting few gentlemen's
seats, there was hardly another house within
sight, One small but comfortable looking
residence, we were informed by the chatty
lady, who kept the "store," was the Mount,
where Mr.. Parkway lived. He was very
retired, silent sort of gentleman, she said,
and people thought his wife didn't have the
happiest of lives with him. He had been
married but few years, the old lady went
on; soon after relation had died, and had
left him good bit Of money. Before that be
had only rented apartments in the village;
but then he married Miss Dellar, who was an
orphan with q good bit of money, too, but
quite girl to him, and they went to live at
the Mount. At this point, the old lady broke
suddenly off, and said: Here they are !"
going to the door Immediately, and dropping
her best courtesy. We followed her into the
porch and there, sure enougb b, was low ear.
risge, drawn by one horse, and in it sat
gloomy, dark man, whom l had no difficulty
in recognizing, and by his side slight, very
pretty, but careworn-lookiDg young woman.
Mr.. Parkway looked coolly epoug at US, and
we as carelessly returned his glance, for we
were both 80 much changed since the Con,be.
stead days, that there was little fear of his re-
membering us.
1t seemed that they had called about SER
want, which the post office keeper was to have
recommended, and Mrs. Parkway alighted
from the carriage to write some memorandum
on the business. Parkway had never spoken.
and I thought could see in his harsh fea.
lures traces of anxiety and remorse. Lyth-
erly had followed Mrs. Parkway into the
shop, and as I could see from where J. stood,
on the lady asking for pen, ne drew his
gold pencl-case from his pocket, and offered
it, as probably containing better imple.
ment than any the post office could afford.
The lady stared, looked little startled, but
after moments hesitation accepted it with
very sweet smile. While Mrs. Parkway
was engaged in writing her letter, Lytherly
stood by her side, and sauntered out after
her. I had been waiting in the porch, watch
ing her husband, whose face was so familiar
to me that l half expected to see look of
recognition come into his eyes but nothing
of the sort happened Lytherly watched
them drive off then, turning suddenly round,
exclaimed: "It's as good as over, Robinson !
We've got them !"
"What, what is there afresh ?" | asked
"Just sufficient to hang the scoundrel," }"
said Lytherly. "You remember, of course,
that among other things which were stolen
on the night Of the murder was a curious
locket which poor Miss Parkway used to
wear, and that some fragments of the chain
we're afterwards found ?"
remembered this very we'll and told him so
"Very good" he continued, ~ gave that
locket and chain to the poor old girl; it was
the only valuable l possessed in the world
and Mrs. Parkway has the central carbun-
Gle in her brooch now"
"Nonsensew l exclaimed, not knowing ex.
actly what did say at the moment.
ut is fact" he said, land | can swear to
it. What is more to the point, perhaps is
that although it is in a strange setting, and no
one but myself, probably could recognize it,
yet can identify it. On the one side are my
initials cut in almost microscopcal characters.
If they are there that settles it, if they are
not, put me down as an imposter, and tx the
murder or me IF Won like"
There was good deal more said after this,
but the upshot of it was that we went over to
Chichester. and laid the matter before the au-