The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-10-01

snu1der. Daisy was WITHIN mat aW1ul
inclosure-a prisoner, made such through my
accused eagerness to suspect others and to
NEEDLE in business with which l had no con-
Germ The thought was enough to drive me
mad. l expelel it from my mind by an
effort that was almost heroic. l must keep
my mind clear now even from the pangs of
unavail.ng remorse, IL were to be able to
do anything on behalf of the woman loved.
But seemed to be in the midst of some
hideous nightmare, some black phantas-
magoric vision, conjured up by diseased
brain, when i at last reached the house OF
the Official. That it was really true that
Daisy was prisoner, suspected Of the
murder of her uncle, and that was about to
speak to the very man by whom she had
been arrested, was truth which i simply
could not realize.
When Mr.. Eastmead heard my name he at
once expressed his readiness to see me-
was ushered into little drawing room fur
nished In the usual style of middle-class
households in provincial towns-rickety wal
nut and faded green rep being the prevailing
features of the furniture. Almost before
had time to observe the thoroughly common
place character of the room, the chief con-
stable himself appeared.
II am glad to see you, SIR" he said, ~
have been hoping to hear from you all to-
day." He glanced at the fireplace. which
was still occupied by the gilded shavings
which had done duty in the summer. ~ am
afraid you will be cold here, sir. If you do
not mind stepping into my sanctum, we can
perhaps settle our business moro comfortably
there"
The "san ctum" was a snug little room at
the back OF the house, furnished with big
armchair and bigger couch, largo
writing table, and q bookcase. 1t was clear
from the perfume that still filed the apart
mentV, that when Iarrived had interrupted
Mr.. Eastmead in the middle of cigar. His
first step on installing me i'm the big arm
chair was to produce cigar box But was
far too sorely agitated to think of indulging
in ";he sad mans comforter"
IF you will excuse me-" said the officer, al
shall light my pipe. / always think more
clearly when l am smoking. And now,
sir, am at your service"
III was shocked to see that you had made
an arrest this morning in connection with
the matter about which ] telegraphed to
YOU" could not bring myself to mention
my darling's name.
Eastmead's face grew grave. ayes, we
have arrested Miss Stancliffe, Mr. Maulev-
erers niece. never had piece of work
Il
to be done"
speak calmly. at was not she-I never
even thought Of her when telegraphed to
you. The thing is quito impossible"
He looked at me keenly for a moment, and
then said quietly, ~ think we had better not
discuss Miss Stancliffe's arrest at present,
Mr.. Fenton. l wanted particularly to see
you because l wished to know your reasons
for telegraphing to m, from Norway as you
did. What, in short. made you suspect foul
play in the case of Mr. Mauleverer"
"Tell me first" cried impl1ringly, chow
Miss Stanclilfe is. You have seen her. How
does she bear this frightful calamity For
give me, but am deeply interested in her."
81 am afraid 1 must not answer many
questions, Mr.. Fenton," he responded "but
Think may tell you that tho young lady
is well in health, and that she bears her mis-
fortunes with courage. She was little up
set at first, and did not seem to understand
what had happened; but she was a great
deal better before left her in charge of the
matron of the prison"
l covered my face with my hands to try to
conceal the emotion that felt 1t is not in
words to describe what l suffered There
was one question longed to put to the chief
Daisy's arrest was due 10 the hint l had
given him.
"Now, Mr.. Fenton" he resumed, ~ think
we had better get to business have asked
you to tell me frankly what il was that put
it into your head that Mr. Mauleverer died
of poison"
told him hurriedly all that 1 knew-or
rather that had suspected thought that
if laid everything before him. he would see
with me how impossible it was that Daisy
could be implica ted in the horrible charge,
and how strong was the evidence against
Flinter. Yet, when / had told my story,
was but too conscious Of the weakness of my
own case. What did it all amount to2 That
mailman whom met in the railway train.
and of whose identity knew nothing, had
declared that murder was about to be done
at the hall, and that / had found on board
the Golden Hawk volume which had evil
IDENTIFY been used for the purpose of studying
the symptoms of poisoning by strychnia.
Eastmead listened to me with close atten-
ton while l told my tale, but it was not I'M
til mentioned strychnia that his interest
seemed to be really awakened
"You said nothing about that in your tele-
gram to me-"
mo, only thought it necessary to give
you general warming"
Sand have you heard-has body told
you the result of the post mortemf"
IL have heard nothing beyond the bare
fact of Mis-; Stancliffe's arrest"
sab; then do not know whether you will
or will not be surprised to hear that the
autopsy has shown that Mr.. Mauleverer I'M
doubtedly died from poisoning by strychnia"
"Then," / said. eagerly, "do you not see
how clear it is that F.inter must be the
guilty personp
"You jump to conclusions in surprising
manner, sir Why, Flinter, by your own
showing, was somewhere up in the Arctic
ocean at the time the poison was admins
tered to Mr.. Maulsverer. AS for the book,
you have not even shown that it belonged to
him. OF course he may have been an accom-
plice of the real murderer, but for that MUIR
derer we are bound to look, not on board the
Golden Hawk, but at Great Lorton Hall or
in the immediate neighborhooi"
Sand was there nobody else whom you
could suspect, without inflicting this degra-
datior t1pan n xroy,on For x-hoea i,,,ooo,,.s Il