Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-10-11

tion. ''It's my parlor lodger, Miss Mybus," she replied, ''a most respectable lady" Go ing into the room, saw something rolled up in the bed cs,rtains. Miss Mybus had made herself modestly invisible in that way. Hay- ing now satisfied my mind about the security of the lower part of the house, and having the keys safe in my pocket, was ready to go up stairs.
 On our way to the upper regions asked if there had been any visitors on the previous day. There had been only two visitors friends of the lodgers-and Mrs. Crosscapel herself hed let them both out. My next inquiry related to the lodgers them selves. On the ground floor there was Miss Mybus; on the first floor Occupying both rooms) Mir. Garfield, an old bachelor, em- ployed in a merchants office. On the second floor, in the front room, Mir. John Zebedee the murdered man, and his wife. In the back room, Mr. Deluc, described as a cigar agent, and supposed to. be a creole gentle man from Martinique. In the front garrett, MT. and Mrs Crosscapel. In the back gar ret, the cook and the housemaid Those were the inhabitants, regularly accounted for. I asked about the servants. Both ex- cellent characters" says tSe landlady, ''or they would not be i'll my service" We reached the second floor, and found the housemald on the watch outside the door of the front room. Not as nice q woman, per sonally, as the cook, and sadly frightened of course. Her mistress had posted her to give the alarm in case of an outbreak on the part of Mrs. Zebedee, kept locked up in the room. My arrival relieved the housenlaid of fur ther responsibility She hastened down. stairs to her fellow servant in the kitchen.
 Before we went in I asked Mrs. Crosscapel how and when the alarm of the murder had been given.
 ''Soon after this morning. says she, II was awoke by the screams of Mrs. Zebedee found her out here on the landing, and Mir. Deluc, in great alarm, trying to quiet her. Sleeping ill the next room, he had only to open his door when her screams woke him. My dear Johns murdered. 1 am the miser- able wretch--I did it in my sleepr She re- peated those frantic words over and over again, until she dropped in a swoon. MT. Deluc and I carried her back into the bed room. We both thought the poor creature had been driven distracted by some dreadful dream. But when wo got to the bedside there! you heard what the doctor said, and you know what we saw. 1 was once a nurse in hospital, and accustomed as such to horrid sights. It turned me cold and giddy notwithstanding. As for MT. Deluc, thought he would have had a fainting fit next"
 Hearing this, inquired if Mrs Zebedee had said or done any strange things since ! she had been Mrs. Crosscapels lodger.
 'You think she's mad:" says the landlady And anybody would be of your mind when a woman accuses herself of murdering her husband in her sleep. All can say is that, up to this morning, q more quiet, sensible, well behaved little person than Mrs. Zebe- dee never met with. Only just married, mind, and as fond of her unfortunate hus- band as a woman could be. should have called them a pattern couple in their own line of life.n
 There was no more to be said on the land ing. We unlocked the door and went in.
 He lay in bed on his back, the bed clothes being turned down to below his chest On the left side of his night gown, just over his heart, the blood on the linen told it's terrible tale. AS we'll as one could judge, looking unwillingly at a dead face he must have