Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1890-05-16

without doubt poisoned their daggers,
so the absence of one of those would
argue that it had been the weapon used. /
He gingerIy touched the point of a kriss
with the tip of his finger, and then drew
It hastily away.
It might be poisoned, he muttered,
looking at his finger to assure himself he
had not broken the skin. I wonder If
1t is-Id like to find out
CHANGING hastily round the room to
make sure he was alone, he took q kriss
from the wall on the other side, so that
the pattern was now equalized, and
trusted to this fact to hide his abstrac-
ton OF the weapon. Then he took some
old letters out of his pocket, and, tear
ing them up into strips, carefullv sWathed
the blade Of the kriss to prevent possible
accidents, and slipped the parcel into his
breast pocket.
Ell go and see a doctor. he muttered
to himself, as he buttoned his coat, and
try the effect Of this on a dog; if the
symptoms OF death are the same, that
viii be proof conclusive that the miss
ing dagger was used to commit the crime.
Once 1 establish that, I'll soon find out
the guilty party, as 1t must have been
some one in this hOuse-especially as
Lydia Fenny was a servant here.
He walked back again to mis- chair and
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and a woman entered. n Ot at all pretty,
medium height, dark hair and eyes, and
a sharp, active-looking face, which, how
ever, was dishgured by marks Of the
smallpox. She was dressed in a we'll
made dark costume, and wore knot Of
crimson ribbon round her throat. DOWkeT
surveyed this lady carefully and instant
~ came to the conclusion that this was
fellow servant of Lydia Fenny-certaInly
not Miss Sarschine.
Hang If, muttered Dowker, che
wouldn't make love to that!"
The newcomer advanced as DOWker
! arose to his feet.
You want to see Miss Sarschine?" she
asked, looking at the detective.
Yes; have the pleasure
No; am not Miss Sarschine, but I
can let her have any message you wish
delivered"
Cannot I see the lady herself?"
You cannot; she is out of town"
Obi" DOwker looked rather blank
This, then, was the reason Miss Sar-
schine did not come forward to identify
the body.
From whom is your message?" asked
the woman.
"From-from-Lor Calliston," said
DOwker, In hesitating manner.
That's impossible" replied the wom-
an, CURLY.
"Why?"
Because Lord CalIiston is away yacht
ing, and Miss Sarschine is with him"
ooh, indeed"
DOWker was beginning to feel rather
nOnplussed, as he was now at loss for
I an excuse for his presence, SO he tried an
other plan.
DO you read the papers?" he asked.
| sharply.
Sometimes; not often, said the wom-
an, somewhat taken aback. Why do
you ask"
Il have particular reasons for the CUES
! ton"
4 am not bound to answer your ques-
ton. May I ask your name?"
| I'D OWker-detective.
The woman started at this and looked
a little curiOusly at him.
What do you want to know"
Are any of the servants of this house
! missing?"
No"
Dear me! Have any been lately dis
/ missed?"
-No; dc you allude to any particular
yes; Lydia Fenny."
! The woman started again.
"What about herr"
"She is dead. If you had read the pa
! pers you would have noticed the Jermyn
street tragedy. She is the victim"
There is some mistake, said the WOm-
an, quietly.
Il don't think so, " said Dowker, cooIIy
taking out the hat from the newspaper.
! do you know this?"
At the sight of the hat the woman be-
came violently agitated.
Yes; where did you get this2"
at was on the head of the woman who
was murdered"
The other gave a cry and staggered
back.
ooh, my Godl" she said, under he1
breath, what does it all mean?"
Mean? It means that Lydia Fenny is
SEol" she cried. vehemently, "nOi
dead"
How do you know?"
Because am Lydia Fenny!"
DOwker stared at her aghast.
YES" she went on, rapidly, the hat il
mine; how did you find out was the
Owner?"
Il went to Nine. Rene and she told mt
you bought it from her; but who was the
| dead WOman?"
Lydia Fenny again gave cry.
"Tm afraid to say-Im afraid to say
how was she dressed?"
In a sealskin jacket, silk dress anC
that hat
Lydia wrung her hands in despair.
1T must be true, she mOaned; it il
the dress she wore.
Who wOre?" asked DOWkers in an eX
cited tone.
MY mistress-Miss Sarschine!"
no BE Continued