Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1890-06-13

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/ the keys"
! DeWkeE made up his mind to commit
/ burglary.
Bring me ohiseI."
AT once, replied Lydia Fenny, going;
/ @and I'll also send for Annie LiHOFG.
! She left the room, and DOWker, sitting
/ down in front of the desk, examined 1t
/ carefully. 1t was one of those table desks
I with knee-hOle in the center and q row
/ of drawers on each side. At the back we're
/ a number OF plgeOn-holes containing pa
( pers, and these DOWksr examined, but
/ found nothing more than bills and blank
i sheets of paper.
/ Whatever private papers she's had.
/ said DOwker, on discovering this, are IN
/ these drawers"
/ Lydia Fenny arrived with a ehisei and
/ small hammer, both Of which she handed
/ to DoWker, telling him at the same time
/ she had sent for Annie LiffoFd. DOwksr
/ nodded carelessly and began to force open
the drawers.
After half an hours hard wark this was
the result of his labOrs:
First, a bundle of old letters addressed
/ to miss Helena DicksfaIl, Post Office,
| FOlkestOne, signed +. Carrill.
Second, photograph OF handsome,
White-haired old man, on the back Of
/ which was written, Your loving father,
| Michael Dicksfall."
Third, photograph of Lena Sarschine,
( taken IN a white dress, with g tennis rack
/ ct in her hand.
DOWker examined the photographs care
fully and then coOlly read all the letters,
/ of which there were about ten. After
doing this he turned to Lydia Fennys who
/ had been watching him all the time, and
said:
Il can read whole story IN this. The
! name OF your mistress was not Lena Sars-
chine, but Helena Dicksfal. She lived
| at FOlkestOn6 with her father, Captain
| Michael DicksfalI, and a lady she calls
| Amelia, whom I take to be her sister.
/ Lord CalIistOn went down to Folkestone,
| saw her, and fell in love. All these let
! ters show how he conducted his intrigue,
which he did under the name of Frank
! Carrlu. He loved Miss Dicksfall, but did
not wish to marry her. At last he per-
| suaded her to run away with him, and at
! last she did so. Ashamed of her position,
/ she changed her name to Lena SarsChine
so as to conceal her identity. The pOr-
trait of the old gentleman is that of her
father, Michael DicksfaII, and this one is
herself.
lydia Fenny listened in silent amaze
ment to the way in which he had pieced
the story together, and then taking the
portraits in her hand she looked at them
long and earnestly.
@Ye," she said at length, laying down
the photographs with a sigh. at is Miss
/ Sarschine but it must have been taken
some time ago, for never saw her in that
dress, and have been with her for about
year.
DOwker was about to make a reply,
when the door opened and a woman en-
tered. Tall, thin, with pale face, DARK
hair, and an aggressive manner, dressed
in green dress, and bonnet to match.
"Oh!" observed Lydia on seeing her
as this you, Annie?"
DoWker looked sharply at the new
conner, whom he now knew to be Lady
BalscOmbe's maid, and she returned his
gaze with a look Of suspicion.
Well, Sir" she said at length, in
rather harsh voice, Il hope you'll know
me again.
DaWker laughed, and Lydia hastenet
TO introduce him to Miss LiffOrd, who
being an extremely self-pOssessed young
person, took the introduction very calm.
", though she manifested some surprise
= when she heard MIR. DOWkers calling.
"This gentleman" said Lydia WheI
they were all seated, wants to ask you
few questions"
, And for what?" asked Miss Lifford, in
: dignantly, my character L hope being
above pOlicemen's prying."
. I'm not a policeman" explained Dow
, ker, smoothly, "but a detective, and
| want to know all that took place on tn
4 | night your mistress elOped.
2 fare you employed by Sir Rupert?
asked Annie, grandly; because, though
{ I knows they fought bitter, yet wild bull
, won't drag anything out of me agains
. my mistress, she being a good one tt
I | me-"
I Il don't want you to say any hinl
? against your mistress, replied DoWkeI
2 mildly; "but I am inVetigating this cas-
of murder"
5 scared tone. who is murdere d-nOt Lad,
{ BalseOmbe?"
; aNo," said Lydia, bursting into tears
@but my poor mistress, Miss Sarschine.
, "A person of no repute, shifted Annie
: coldIy.
r Leave her alone, said Lydia passion
! ately. "She's dead, poor soul, and, even
. she was not married, she was better tina,
. Lady Balscombe, carrying on with LOr
r | CallistOn.
e ooh, indeed, miss!" said Annie, risin
] ! Indignantly This IS a plot, is it, t
S mix up Lady Balscombe with your mis-
tress? won't have anything to do wit
t it,"
e Dowker caught her wrist as she aros
and forced her back into her chair.
l. You'll answer what I want to know,
. he said sternly, or it will be the WOrs
for yourself.
Upon this Miss Lifford began to weeE
b and demanded if she was a slave or
\ British female, to be thus badgered an
assaulted by a policeman. At last, afte
=, some difficulty, Dowker succeeded
= making her understand that what h
- wanted to know was not detrimental t
q her mistress, upon which she said sh
I would tell him what he required. S
4 / DOwker produced his note book and pre-
= pared to take down Miss LiHord's eYi
dencs.
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