Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1890-05-30
The PiccadiLLy Puzzle.
THE STORY Oh A TERRIBLE EPISODE
In THE LIFE OH AN ENGLISH
EOBLEMAN.
BY F. w. HUME.
CHAPTER v-Continued.

at viii be still more so before it done.
1 found out from Lydia Fenny that Sars-
chine discovered her lover was about to
elope with Lady Balscombe, so went to
his chamber to prev emit it. She arrived
too late, as Lord CallistOn had gone down
to ShOreham by tue ten minutes past g
train from London Bridge Station. In
stead of Lord CallistOn she found MIR.
Desmond, his cousin, and suppose he
told her she was too late, for there was a
row royal, and she left the chambers at u
o'clock or thereabOuts. Desmond fol
lowed shortly afterWard, and that was
the last seen of her alive, as far as I
know"
why? Didn't Miss Sarschine return
home when she discovered CallistOn had
gone of with Lady Balscombe?"
Il can't tell you, sir; nor what took her
to Jermyn street, unless she got lost in
the fog, or there was another man IN the
case.
Eth? Nonsense! what other man could
there have been?"
Wen, said DOwker slowly, there was
Mr. Desmond"
-Psshaw!" said Ellersby, gPringing to
his feet. What rubbish! I've known
Myles Desmond all my life, and he's not
the fellow to commit such a crime!"
Yet understand before you found the
body you met Mr.. Desmond coming up
st. James street,"
Spencer EIlersby swung round in a
rage;
tone, do you want me to give evidence
duplicating my friend?"
DOwker did not lose his temper.
NO; but 1 want to know what took
place between you on tn It night"
Simply nothing. He was in hurry
and seemed annoyed ut my stopping him,
but that was only natural on such beast
ly night. I asked him to call on me here,
and also asked where CallistOn was; he
told me yachting, and then went OIL.
Nothing more took place"
"Humph!" said DOwker, thoughtfully.
at was curious he should have been there
at the time.
"I don't see it at all If you ask him
I've no doubt he'll give you q good &C
count of himself. Besides, he had no
motive in numbering Miss Sarschine-he
is in love with Miss PenfOld."
4 don't say he dehber tely murdered
her, said DOwler, quietly, but there
might have been an accident. You see
this?" taking the Malay kriss out of his
pocket and unwrapping the papers.
Yes-a dagger. Is that the said
Ellersby, recoiling-
mo; but L shreWdly suspect it's the
neighbOr to it. Down at Cleopatra Villa
there were lot of these sort Of things
hanging against the wall, arranged IN q
kind of pattern. One side Of the pattern
was incomplete, and I found out from
Miss Fanny that Miss Sarschine had
taken one Of the daggers with a view
to trying it on CallistOn if he did not
give up his design Of clipping. She was
mad with rage or she would never have
thought of such an idea WeIl-cannot
you guess what fOllOws?-she has the
dagger with her-dOubtless shows it to
Myles Desmond during her stormy inter
view with him, and leaves the house in a
rage. He follows her to try and take such
a dangerous weapon from her-meets her
in Jermyn street-struggle to get it, and
in the scUfie wounds herself; cOnse-
quently she dies, and Myles Desmond
keeps quiet, lest he should be accused OF
murder.
Seems possible enough, said Ellersby,
resuming his seat, but doubt it's truth.
However, the only thing to be done Is
see Desmond, and ind out what took
place at Collisions rooms. But tell me-
what are you going to do with that Other
Il want to find out if it's poisoned,
said Dowker, handling it gingerly. If it
is it will show that the other weapon was
the one with which the crime was CON-
mitted"
will you allow me to look at it?" said
Ellersby, stretching out his hand.
Certainly. replied the detective, and
rising to his feet he walked across to Ell
lersby to give him the dagger. Unluck-
ily, however, lust as he was handing it to
him he stepped on Pickles, who with g
eroWl of rage made bite at his leg. In
the sudden start DOWker let go the dag
ger, which fell upon Pickles back, in.
ficting a slight wound.
The detective cave a yell as the bulldog
gripped him, but Ellersby PULLED Pickles
OF. and Dowker, hObbling to a chair, sa
down to nurse his wounded leg. 1t was
nOt much hurt however as Pickles ha6
got a mouthful of trousers instead Of
flesh.
Alarmed as Dowker had been by the
accident, he was not more alarmed than
Ellorsby, who sprang to his feet with al
oath and rang the bell sharply.
~Confound it," he said. furiously; al
that dagger is poisoned the dog will die
How could you be such a fOol?"
You'd be the same, sir, If a devil of
dog bit you, said DOWker, sulkily, not al
all displeased at having the question OF
the dagger tested at once. I'm very
sorry.
Sorry be hangedl" said Elersby saw
sgely. L wouldn't lose that dog for
hundred pounds. Here, to the waite
that entered. send for a doctor at once
don't lose time, cOnfOund you'll" A
which the astOnished waiter vanished
promptly.
Meanwhile all this time Pickles wa.
lying down trying to lick his wound, anC
evidently wondering what all the fusi
was about Dowker watched him in
tentlv. and in q short time saw the do;
was becoming drOwsy. Ellersby picked
up the dagger and was about to hurI !
furiously back to Dowker, when the de
tective jumped up In alarm,
For Gods sake, dOn'ti" he cried; .
believe It is pOisOned-lOOkl"