Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1890-07-11
CHAPTER XVII.
WHAT 1rYLEs DESMOND THOUGHT

Impris onment is not calculated to raise
a mans spirits consequently poor Myles,
having now been shut up for some weeks,
was in rather a dismal frame Of mind.
Norwood informed him from time to
time of the discoveries that were made,
so, in spite Of his quiXOtic ideas concern
ing the promise he had made to Lady
BalscOmbe, there seemed every chance
that he would soon be released from his
perilOus position.
After the discovery that Lady Balls
combe was dead and not Lena Sarschine,
Norwood, accompanied by May Penfold,
went to tell AIyles about it in the hope
that this being the case he would now
tell all about his interview with the de-
ceased, and thus possibly throw some
light on the mystery Myles was delight
ed to see May and clasped her fOndIy to
his breast, while Norwood, finding the
meeting of two lovers somewhat trying,
busted himself with his notes at the 9TH
er end of the cell.
1fyles paused a moment, and was then
about to speak, when the door of the cell
was opened and DOwker entered in a state
of suppressed excitement.
GOOd-mOrning, Miss Penheld and gen
tlemen, he said, rapidly. Il have some
news-gOOd news-for you'll"
About whG5?" asked Norwood, GU
riously.
This Jermyn street case" replied
DOwker. "I have been to see Lord Cal
listOn, and found out his movements on
that night"
DO they incriminate him?" asked Nor
wood.
IF they did it would not much matter, "
replied the detective, "for 1 have discov-
cred the real criminal.
"What?" cried Norwood and Miss Pen
fold, while MyIes said nothing, but fixed
his eyes eagerly on DOwker's face.
"Yes-she has comics sed.
"She!" cried May. rs it woman?"
1T is-Lena Sarschine!"
Lena Sarschine!" echoed the three in
astOnishment
THE same. She has confessed that she
! followed her sister on that night and
killed her through jealousy"
What wear on did she use?" asked
| Desmond, disbelievingly.
This, " replied DOwker, and produced
| the dagger Lena had thrown at his feet.
DO you believe this stOry?" asked Des-
| mOnd, looking at DOwker.
at first I did not believe one word, 5"
/ answered the detective slowly, but I am
/ now doubtful, as I don't see what she
| would gain by confessing herself guilty
| of a crime she had not committed.
/ I can tell you what she would gain, "
/ said Desmond vehemently. "Yes-she
/ loves CallistOn devotedly, and thought
you were trying to bring home the crime
! to him. Did she Overhear your converse
! tion?"
Some of it, " admitted Dowker reIuo-
family.
Then that explains all, said AIyIes
triumphantly. She thought CaIlistOn
was in danger of being arrested for the
| murder, and sWOrs she did it in order to
save him. Remember, she has an ex-
citable nature, and her nerves are over
strung with the horror of her sister S
death. Ten to one she did not know
what she was saying.
But this dagger5" began Norwood.
"Pish!" retortsd AIyles. I don't be-
Iieve that toy had anything to do with it.
Find out if it's poisoned, for I'll stake
my existence it is not. No, Lena Sar-
schine did not commit the crime!"
You seem to be very certain, said
DOwker. Perhaps you can tell me who
did?"
4 can't tell you for certain, retorted
Desmond. -but / have my suspicious.
You wanted to know my reasons for Il OF
divulging the identity of the deceased, "
he went on, turning to Norwood. I can
now give them, as this seif-accusatiOn OF
Lena Sarschine's is too absurd to be al
! lowed to stand. I told you 1 did not see
Lady BalscOmbe again on that night. I
told lie-I did. When ] left the house
to follow her and see that she got home
safely went along Piccadilly. as told
you Under gaS-Iamp 4 saw Lady
BalscOmbe standing talking to a man.
They were quarreling, and the mans
voice was raised In anger. Suddenly /
| saw the man put his hand to her throat
and wrench something away. Lady
BRlscOmbe gave a cry and fed across the
street In the direction Of St. James street,
followed by the man. They were sWal-
lowed up in the fog, and saw no more OF
them. 1t was the direction they took that
/ led me into st, James street on that
night. If you remember, there was a mark
on Lady BalscOmbe's neck, as If some
thing had been WrenChed of, SO you car
now understand the reason. I believe the
man inflicted the fatal wound at the same