Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-12-12
CHAPTER K
MIR. COREY IS SATISFIED AT LAST.

CHAPTER K MIR. COREY IS SATISFIED AT LAST In spite of his long walk and still longer drive Brian did not sleep well that night. He kept tossing and turning, or else lying on his back wide awake, looking into the dark ness and thinking of Whyte Toward dawn, when the first faint glimmer of morning came through the Venetian blinds, he fell into sort of uneasy doze, haunted by hor- rible dreams He thought he was driving in hanson, when suddenly he found Whyte oy ms sloe, clad i'll white cerements, grinning and glbbering at him with ghastly merri- ment Then the cab went over q precinice and he fell from great height down, down. with the mocking laughter still sounding in his ears, until he woke with loud cry and found it was broad daylight, and that drops or perspiration were standing oil his brow. It was no good trying to sleep any longer, so. with weary sigh, he arose and went for his tub, feeling jaded and worn out by worry and want of sleep. His bath did him some good, as the cold water brichtenetl him m and pulled him together. Still he could not help giving a start of surprise when he saw his face looking at him from the mirror. old and haggard looking, with dark circles round the eyes,
 "A pleasant life I'm going to have of 1t if this sort of thing goes on," he said bitterly: T wish to G-I had never seen or heard of Whyte"
 He dressed himself carefully, however. for Brian was man who never neglected his toilet, however worried and out of sorts he might feel Yet, notwithstanding his efforts to throw off his gloom and feel cheerful. his landlady was startled when she saw how haggard and wan his handsome face looked in the searching morning light.
 She was a small, dried up little woman. with wrinkled, yellow face, and looked so parched and brittle that strangers could not help thinking it would do her good if she were soaked in water for year. in order to soften her little. Whenever she moved she cracked, and one was in constant dread of see- ing one of her vixen looking limbs break off short, like the branch of dead tree. When she spoke it was in hard, shrill voice, like a cricket; and being dressed in faded brown silk, what with her voice and attenuated body, she was not unlike that noisy inseot She cracked into Brian's sitting room with The Argus and coffee, and look of dismay came over her stony face as she saw his altered looks
 Dear me, sir," she chirped out in her shrill voice, as she placed her burden on the table, "are you took bads"
 Brian shook his head
 Want of sleep, that's all, Mrs. Sampson.m he answered, unfolding The Argus.
 "Ahl that's because ye aint got enough blood i'll yer cad, |" said Mrs. Sampson, wisely; for she had her own ideas on the subject of health If you ain't got blood you ain,t got sleep"
 Brian looked at her as she said this. for there seemed such an obvious want of blood in her veins that he wondered if she had ever slept in all her life.
 However, he said nothing, but merely inti mated that if she would leave the room be would take his breakfast
 "An' if you wants anythin' else, MT. Fitz- gerald" she said, going to the door, "you knows your way to the bell as easily as I do to the kitchen" and, with a final chirrup she cracked out of the room
 Brian drank his coffee, but pushed away the food which was before him, and then looked through The Argus to see the latest reports about tho murder case What he read made his cheek turn even paler than it was, and he could feel his heart beatinp loudly.
 They've found a clew, have they?' he mut- tered, rising and pacing restlessly up and down. '1 wonder what it can be? threw that man off the scent last night, but if he suspects me there will be no difficulty in him finding out where live Bahl What non- sense am talking. I am the victim of my own morbid imagination. There is nothing to connect me with the crime, so I need not be afraid of my shadow. I've good mind to leave town for a time, but if Tam suspected that would excite suspicion. Oh, Madgel my darling" " he cried, passienately, Eff you only knew what ! suffer know that you would pity me-but you must never know the truth Never! Neverr" and, sinking into chair hxvk kI,ox ,;,,Io l1ox L hands, After remaining in this position for some minutes, occupied with his own gloomy thoughts, he arose and rang the bell A faint crackle in the distance announced that Mrs. Sampson had heard, and she soon came into the room, looking more like cricket than ever. Brian had gone into his bedroom and called out to her from there:
 I am going down to St. Kilda, Mrs. Samp- son." he said, 'and, probably, will not be back all day"
 (Which 'opes it 'ull do you good an- swered the cricket, sfor you've eaten nothin', an the sea breezes is miraculous for makin, you take to your victuals My mothers brother, bein' sailor, an wonderful for ,is stomach, which, when e 'ad done meal, the table looked as if a low cuss 'ad gone over it. ii
 "A what" asked Fitzgerald, buttoning his gloves.
 prise at his ignorance, ''as I've read,ip 'Oly Writ, as 'ew John the Baptist was partial to 'em, not that think they'd be very fillin', tho, to be sure, Q lad sweet taath, aud ate 'oney with 'em,n
 "Ohl you mean locusts," said Brian, now enlightened.
 "An' what elseg" asked Mrs. Sampson. in- dignantly; (which, tho not bein' scholard. speaks English I 'opes, my mothers second