The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1891-05-02

was revenge. His name was Gerald
HeatlE"
All but the name flashed of ON thu
wire. Mary WARMERS power to sti,
the key stopped at that. She did moi
faint. She did not make any outcry
For q moment she looked as though the
soul had gone out of her body, leaving u
corpse sitting there. \ yricvous wall Of
wind came through the trees, and q
streak of lightning zigzayged down the
blue clouded sky.
"Go on" said O'Reagan.
II will not" was the determined re.
Spouse.
Nv by not?''
Because it is not so. Gerald Heath
never murdered Ravelli."
Gerald had stood motionless and silent.
Now he gave way to an impulse as re-
nlarkable as his previous cornposure had
been singular. If there had been stag
nation in his mind it was now displaced
by turbulence. He grasped Mary's hands
in q fervid grip, then dropped them, aud
faced the others.
II did not kill the Italian" he said.
HE attacked me with my knife, which
he had stolen. In the struggle his hand
was cut, but / took the weapon away
from him. He quilted me alive and un-
hurt. never saw him again. You
don't believe it? Mary does, and that is
more than all else"
1.-The circumstances don't favor you,"
the detective retorted; ''they convict
you. You killed Ravelli because you
and he were both in love with this young
lady"
"Isn't it the rejected sutton who kills
the other one for spiteY This was in
Mary WARMERS voice, weak but still
steady. "Ravel.i loved me, I knew, and
drove him away. Mr. Heath loved
me, believed, and I had not repulsed
him. If I were the cause of u murder
between them, it should be Raveli who
killed Gerald"
"You detested Ravelliy' O'Reagan
asked with a strange bitterness.
"Yes."
"And you love Heath?'
The answer was no more hesitant than
before, Eyes"
''Send the rest of my message" and
the detective was boisterous. ''Send the
name. Gerald Heath is the murderer"
He roughly seized her hand and clap
ped it on the key. She drew it away,
leaving his there. Ablinding fash Of
lightning illuminated the place, and
what looked like a missile of fire flew
down the wire to the instrument. where
It exploded. O'Reagan fell insensible
from tho powerful electrical shock. The
rest did not altogether escape and for u
minute all were dazed. The first thing
that they fully comprehcnded was that
OReagan was getting unsteadily to his
feet. He was bewildered. Staggering
and reeling he began to talk.
Mary was first to perceive the import
IT his utterance. He was merely going
IN with what he had been saying, but
The manner, not the matter, was as
He spoke with an Italian accent end
made Italian gestures.
''You-a send 70 message" he said.
Heath ees 70 mu:der-are. Send-a xe
say"
Tonic Ravcli had unwittingly re-
nmetl his Italian style of English. Il
His plentitude of hair and whislers
vas gone. and in the face thereby uncov..
red nobody could have recognized him
n Detective OReagan but for his lapco
nto the foreign accent, and he said SO
much before discovering his blunder
hat his Identification as indeed Ra-
'elli was complete.
Who, then, was the dead man? Why.
70 was Eph.
Nothing but the fear Of being himself
as murderer of the maniac,
s u p'.rt of the scheme Of revenge against
herald, induced Ravelli to explain. He
lad found Eph lying dead in the path
ftcr both had parted from Gerald. The
lot to exchange clothes with tho corpse,
rag 1t to the furnace. burn away all !
Of recognition, and thus make /
seem to BIO his murdered self, was chr.
led out with all the hot haste Of u ieal-
MS vengeance. Raveli was not IN Ital-
m, although very familiar with tho Ian !
uage of Italy. and able by a natural gift
t mitnicry to hide himself from pursuit
Or q previous crime. Overlook had been
refuge until his passion for Mary War
iner led him to abandon his disguise. !,
'hercupon he had turned him; If into
erencc O'Reagan, a detective. who.e
Malicious work wrought happiness for
Fcrald Heath and Mary Warmer.
TIE END.
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