Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-10-03
CHAPTER xxx


 The inquest was over, and Norris and Un. ce Amos, having given their testimony, went away together
 Suppose we call on EdSon while Wo arc In his neighborhood," suggested tho former l have not heard the conclusion of his story, and therc arc some points not yet clear to mo. You don't seem to fear that he may try to escape you for the second time, Uncle Amos.''
 "Scarcely,' and tho old man chuclled "You see, Everleigh has promised not to be bard on him, but I thought 1t best, with all this other business stirred up, to get him out of the way for time, SO the truth is, I've sent him out to the cottage"
 "You are a famons detective" said Nor ris, with q laugh. "First run your man down, and then give him homo for life for that is what it will amount to-.
 "l am only afraid that he will not 1.-Two very long, poor fellowl Certainly, Norris, you need not object, since you refuse to live with me, and Edson would find it hard to get situation whcre he could support him. self. No ono would caro to employ him with that blot of dishonesty hanging over him, and, besides, he is not now fit for any thing except to potter about place liko mine."
 All eminently good and satisfactory reasons, Uncle Amos, but am to wait until l pay you visit there to learn what he saw in the bank that nighta Evidently, you do not regard hi as1ltyman Childer's >assail: "No Lyman Childer's own hand com- mitted the crime against himself; you may know why, though you keep SO quiet about it. Ttis is what Edaon says"
 It was only what the reader knows with | out telling. Hidden in the expectation of l finding Childer engaged in some scheme | like that which he had once carried out suc- cessfully, Edson had disclosed himself just | in time to thoroughly startle the other as he turned the pistol against himself and sent the ball crashing homo, meaning it to still ife's pulses forever.
 l Edson had not douht but that this had been done, '' >'-- 'Never brave man at the best, and ren- 1 dered moro cowardly by year of fugitive 1 existence, he was appalled, by the conse- l quences which might reflect upon himself. Who would believe that he could be in that place at that hour for. any purpose but evill It might be, even, that his story of the others suicide would be doubted, and him; self suspected as Lyman's murderer. There was that still unexplained between the tive 1 men which made this supposition probable, l and he had yielded to his fears and made good bis escape, first taking pains to obliter. ate all marks of his presence there. He had brought these dust-covered volumes from their neglected shelves and piled then ur in the little closet where he had found . n1olngpiaccoo, and in the absence ef Childe, and lngot, no one had noticed the change.
 This was all that Uncle Amos could tell The sequel to that nights attempt, the key to the one mystery of how Lyman Childel had robbed the employer who trusted him came later, when tho sick man was so fal recovered that he could move about. thougl only the shadow and ghost of himself Ther one day, Ut his request Mr. Everleigh came bringing with him gentleman with whom he had business acquaintance, the divisio, superintendent of the express company under whom Norris had formerly worked