The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1886-06-11
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told, he looked like o dazed man down Mt
the mill-never spoke aye, yes, or mo, ;
to any one. I've spoken to the girl but she
either knows nothing, or she's as obstinate IL
o mule. l could make nothing out of her.
She looks uncommonly like person that
got something on her mind, though. 1
never saw any one in such q fright as she
was the other day wnen I walked into the
kitching of the mill down there and hasked
her few little questions"
Lady Gladys looks very much in the same
predicament but her presence of mind
does not forsake her. Even yet she is too
utterly incredulous to feel much horror or
surprise the full meaning of what she has
heard is only dawning upon her by degrees.
She stares at the man with wide-open blue
eyes, and the diamond-decked hand holds
the back of the chair with steady grasp.
"By your own showing, my lady, this
young gentleman was absent from Kings
court on the hevening of the murder, from
about three o'clock in the afternoon until
six and the shot that killed Robert North
was fired at four" u.
Lady Gladys does not know what she NAV
have said to crimnate Hereward She could
not have answered other than she did if she
had answered ut all. But she is stricken
with a sudden vague remorse.
81 have said nothing-I know nothing"
she exclaims, little wildly. ''You have
frightened ma. Go away. l shall answer
no more of your horrid questions"
Gone more you must hanswer, my lady,
and then [ have done-for the present. Can
you tell me who in the house owns pocket
hankitchers marked H. III. H. 2"
Lady Gladys could not tell him. She
kew of no one having such initials.
They're very uncommon-pecoolir, 1
may say. H. H. H. What are Lord
Heriot's initials, my LADY,"
His name is Nere-Vere Palliser."
'V. That's not H And the German
lady. What's her name %
Marguerite Schautfenho.f
"'M. s. Certainly that's not it. None of
the servants names begin or end with an
III. Can you tell me the Christian names OF
this Mr. 'Ereward, my lady!"
Lady Gladys cannot tell him; she has
never heard, she says, and she cannot gless
She has never heard him called by any but
his surname.
: ''Tnems his books, dare say the man
points to pile of books at the end of the
table close to Lady Gladys. One lies open,
and she cannot help seeing the name upon
the title-page - Harold Holman Here
ward"
'1ts an uncommon nama," the man re-
marks, stumbling absurdly over the allitera-
tion-''a very uncommon name. I don't
suppose there's another man in the county
with them initials, my lady. I haven't
found him yet, if there is and less thing
than initials has hanged n man before now"
Lady Gladys looks at him, listens to him,
yet scarcely sees or hears Her mind is q
chaos. Not for M instant has she believed
Herewards guilt rs yet. And yet the proofs
are terribly conclusive. She has not heard
the strongest proof of ALL
''Will you tell me-" she asks, steadyino her
voice bgayely, 'wAo has instigated these in
quiries?"
'More than one party. my lady. No man
likes to see q thing like that go UNPUBLISHED.
There's old Grant says he'll never rest day
or night till the murderer is brought to JUS
Gce."
II did not think old Grant cared 30 much
for the lad" Lady Gladys remarks, looking
straight before her absently.
'He's dead set on revenging him. at all
events, " the man answers stolidly. '.But it's
none of my business who cares or who
doesn't care, SO long as I'm paid. And Tn
well paid. My business is to find the man
that shot Robert North. and think we c
nailed him. We're leaving no stone unturn-
ed, my lady, and think we could put our
hand on him this moment"
''Has Mr.. Cartwright taken any interest in
this new investigation"
"Why wouldn't he, my lady?" the man
answers cunningly. ITS point of honar
like among the owners of property about to
find out whether there were poachers in the
case or not. OF course Mr.. Cartwright feel,
like the rest of them, having such an es ate in
the neighborhood. But it's an exploded
notion now that polchers did it. There's
not man, woman, or child III the place that
thinks 50 now: they know better"
''How do you accoun. for the bullet fitting
North's gum" Lady Gladys asks She has
recovered herself q little, and now stands
erect beside her chair.
''Thats puzzler. my lady. But think
North meant to fire at n mark Old Grant is
of that opinion. l think that the person who
Shot him wrenched the gun out of his hand
and turned it upon him. That's the only
way to account for it. The bullet do not tit
any mould i'll this house"
''Have you tried?"
sit has been tried There's not gun in
the house but is known. nor bullet-moull
either. But that's neither here nor there.
What we want to know is not that-nor any
thing about that. We want to know whose
hand pulled the trigger of that gun, and not
whose hand loaded it. And think we're
on the TRAIL my lady, and near running
down the game too. A queer set of jurors
they had on the hinquest! l never heard a
better joke than to think of the man they
made foreman In the length and breadth
of the country could they pitch ON no one