The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-07-19

boots, one boot with broader heel than the
| other, and hole in the middle of the sole, both
boots seemingly in the last stage of diapidation.
"Egad, exclaimed the Colonel, after the detec-
tive had expatiated upon these marks, he must
| have been shabby devil"
AS he spoke sudden scare took hold of him.
| What If this man should have been the French
adventurer, Graces disreputable lover9 The man
| he had seen lying on the common was clad like
tramp. shod like a tramp, and those lndca-
tons on the flower beds pointed to just such
man. Taking this fact in conjunction with
| Camillacs disappearance, his silence toward
| Grace. the Colonel felt that there ground
Tor rear. Unhappy Grace, if her folly should
| have brough this ruin upon her fathers house
And to pursue this investgaton-which Pen
wern was conducting with ill-concealed cheerful
! ness, as of one certain of distinction and re-
| ward-to pursue this investigation to the end
| might be to infict ineffable shame upon his god
| daughter Were; this Camllac the offender,
| any trial, any public examination must needs
| bring that miserable episode Of Graces Partisan
| education into the broad glare of newspaper
| publicity. And the Colonel knew how charita-
| BILE this world Of the waning nineteenth century
| is, how given to look at the best and brightest
| side of strange story how 10th to attribute
| evil to youth or womanhood. The Colonel saw
| his hazel-eyed darlings reputation blasted ire
trlevaby in the very morning of life, he saw
even honest Edward Colchesters faith uprooted
his love cast to the four winds. And in his
heart Colonel Stukely cursed Dora Darnel for
her officiousness
Mr.. Penwern seemed troubled in his mind
after the discovery of those irregular prints in
the Hover beds He went back to them he
scrutlnized them as closely as great chemist
might have watched some curious experiment.
He was evidently dashed in spirits He had
made up his mind that this little affair had been
carried through by the distinguished Covey. 1t
bore, as he thought, the very stamp Of Covey's
Workmanship; for Covey INSCRIPTIONS, and
would not have hesitated at shooting down any
one who came in his way. He did things neatly,
hI1t no Of Vivid odd aoAt han
But Mr. Penwern seemed to know Covey as if he
were his brother, and he could not believe that
any turn of fortunes wheel could bring Covey to
wear such boots as those disgraceful objects that
had left the print of their trodden-down heels on
the f1ower-beds Of Darnel.
IF l could believe in tramp clever enough
to do such neat work, | should say that this had
been done by tramp" said the detective with
conviction, but never knew q tramp yet that
could raise above kitchen-wndow robbery"
Come back to the house and have some
| lunch" said the Colonel with sinister intent of
giving the detective such liberal entertainment
as should at least take the sharp edge off his
power of perception.
He could not hope to make such respectable
man drunk; but he thought it might be possible
| to get him slightly muddled.
Mr.. Penwern was mortal, and Mr. Penwern
was hungry. He had been travelling since half
| past o'clock, and it was now half past II. The
Darnel dining room looked very luxurious place
after the refreshmentrOom at the junction
where Mr.. Penwern had RECALLED himself with a
cup of tea, which had strictly rustic flavor OF
new hay, and stale Bath bun. The
Colonel urged Purdew in confidential aside to
do the very best he could for Mr. Penwern, and
Purdew opined from the Coloners tone that
there was some especial reason for making
much of the stranger. He sent a peremptory
order to the kitchen, and he brought forth
a fat cobwebby bottle of his choicest
Burgundy, a velvety Chambertin, with an
aroma of violets. Beside this sacred wine,
which reposed slanting wise in a basket, the
butler placed pint decanter of a dry sherry,
bright to the eye, pleasantly bitter to the taste,
a tonic and an appetizer The cook was quick
to respond to the major domos order. In lit
tie more than quarter of an hour, just time
enough for Mr. Penwern to look at Sir Ailan's
pictures and to wash his mouth out with couple
of glasses of the dry sherry-the meal was ready.
A filletted sole with olives and mushrooms, q
salmi of cartridges, with plenty of truf1es in an
incompatible gravy.
'0This is the kind of thing I like" admitted
Mr. Penwern, as he Tapped up the gravy. He
was not man to put his knife in his mouth.
but he unbent so far as to sop up the sauce with
his bread. This is the sort of snack enjoy
something light and tasty When 1 am on a Job
| like this usually find myself introduced to
cold srloin, or a silverside. People seem to
think that nothing is too substantial for Scot
land Yard. Now I'm not an epicure, sir, but
silver sides and siroins are apt to pail upon a
man at my time of life Thank you, sir; that
Burgundy is the finest l ever partook Of"
The detective had lunched luxuriously; and now
he leaned back in his chair, made himself thor
oughly comfortable with his toothpick, and
slipped the big bell-shaped glass of Burgundy
IA very pleasant wine, he said, approvingy
"a sound, wholesome wine"
Don't be afraid of it, Mr. Penwern," said the
Colonel lit is too good wine to do you any
harm"
''Not after such luncheon as l have partaken
Of" said the detective, who was evidently in an
expansive mood. IA light little meal like that
leaves mans intellect free to work out diff
Guilty, whereas your cold Sirlon and pickles
weighs him down like lead, and your table beer
stupefes him. And yet in almost all the houses
go into it's the same old story, beef and beer
They forget sir, that man in my position can
get beef and beer at home. He needn't 90
among the magnates of the land, and fog his
brains In their service, for such entertainment
as that However, that's neither here there.
What have to do is to find the man who took
those notes and fired that pistol"
Don't you think the odds are very much
against your finding him, he having had three
clear days start" suggested the Colonel.
That increases the difficulty, grant, sir, but
it is detectives business to rise superior to
such difficulties. If it was Covey I should know
where to put my hand on him-but it's not Covey.
Convey never wore down -at-heel boots, and Covey
is much too clever to make rush across flower
beds Covey does his work clean, and leaves no
slot behind him. | suppose the family will offer
handsome reward"
II really don't know. I think not" answered
the Colonel Eervously.
Mr. Penwerns countenance fell, in spite of
tie Burgundy.
II don't think there's much chance of the man
or the money being found unless the family
offers reward" said Penwern.
The door opened as he spoke. Dora Darnel
entered quietly, and took her seat near the
Colonel, who would almost as soon have seen a
cobra occupy those luxurious cushions
'The family will offer reward" said Dora,
answering Mr. Penwern. who rose confusedly at
her entrance and began to fold his napkin, with
vague idea of getting it back into its original
shape of bishops mitre II, on the part of
reward. Shall we offer a hundred pounds! Is
that enough!"
Hardly" replied Mr. Penwern. ''The money
two for the apprehension of the man who
WOundad Sir Allan IL Won oct the man Won ara