The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-07-27


was to have recommended, and Mrs.
Parkway alighted from the carriage to
write some memorandum on the busi-
ness. Parkway had never spoken, and
/ thought ! could see In his harsh
features traces of anxiety and remorse.
Lytherly had followed Mrs. Parkway
into the shop, and as could see from
where stood, on the lady asking for q
pen, he drew his gold pencll-case from
his pocket, and offered 1t, as probably
containing better implement than any
the post office could afford. The lady
stared, looked little startled, but after
q moments hesitation accepted 1t with
very sweet smile. While Mrs. Parkway
was engaged in writing her letter,
Lytherly stood by her side, and saunter-
ed out after her. had been waiting In
the porch, watching 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, Rob
insonl We've got then" "
"Why, what is there afresh :" 1
asked.
"Just sufficient to hang the scoun-
drel, F." said Lytherly. "You remember,
of course, that among other things
which were stolen on the night of the
murder was curious locket which poor
Miss Parkway used to wear, and that
some fragments of the chain were after
ward found"
remembered this very well, and told
him so.
"very good" he continued. +" 1 gave
that locket and chain to the poor old
girl; it was the only valuable l possess
ed in the world and Mrs. Parkway has
the central carbuncle in her brooch
now"
"Nonsense !" exclaimed, not know
ing exactly what dare say at the
moment
"It is a fact" he said, "and | can
swear to it. What is more to the point,
perhaps, is that although the stone is
in 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 microscopical
characters. If they are there, that set
ties it; if they are not, put me down as
an imposter, and fix the murder on me
If you like"
There was good deal more said after
this, but the upshot of it was that we
went over to Colchester, and laid the
matter before the authorities; when
after little hesitation, a warrant was
granted for the apprehension of Philip
Parkway; and two officers, accompanied
by Lytherly and myself, went over to
execute it.
1t was after nightfall when we arrived
at the Mount and on knocking at the
door, we found that Mr.. Parkway was
in; but his wife was out, having gone
out, (so the elderly woman that was
called by the foot boy informed u.s. to
| play the harmonium at the weekly
rehearsal of the village choir. "About
the only amusement she has, poor
thing" the woman muttered, and she
seemed in very bad temper about
something. We said we wanted to see
her master, and that she need not an
nounce us. And, as l live, L believe
that woman guessed directly who we
were, and what we had come for. Al
any rate quite glow of triumph came
into her face, and she pointed to a dool
nearly opposite to where we stood. We
opened it, and found ourselves in a sor
oflarge study, where, seated at table
reading was the man we wanted. Ht
looked up in surprise as we entered, ant
the light falling strongly on his face
while all the rest of the room was il
darkness, thought 1 saw palenes
come and go on his gloomy features
but that might have been fancy.
"What is your business ?" he began
but Mr.. Banes, the chief constable Gu
him short.
"I am sorry to inform you, Mr
Parkway" he said, "that 1 hold war
rant for your arrest, and you must con
slider yourself in custody"
Parkway stared at him, mechanical.
closed the book he was reading, AM
said:
son what charge, SirY''
"For MURDER" says Banes; and thel
was sure Parkway turned very white
"For the murder of Miss Parkway, q
Combestead, in 1867"