Evening journal., 1892-10-25


CralSe," said the merchant, "that you
did not think fit, more especially in view
Of all he had done for you from time to
lime. to attend your cousins funeral.
You can scarcely plead ignorance of the |
fact of his death, or the mode of it, see
ing that there was not newspaper in
the kingdom which did not publish am
pie details of the affair"
81 was in Paris at the time, and while
there | never saw an English paper. 1t
has been a source of regret to me ever
since that l was unable to pay last
tribute of affection and regard to one to
whom owe SO much"
The words themselves showed no lack
of good feeling, yet there was something
in the way they were spoken that grated
ON Mr.. Orde's ears. Before more could
be said the door opened and in came
Charles Lumsden. It was his last day
in London, and he had come to bid Mr.
Orde goodby. He started as his eyes
fell on Crake.
Hello, Carry you here? Where on
earth have you sprung from?" he ex-
claimed.
1t was Orde's turn to start when the
word Garry" fell from Charles Lums-
den's lips. For the next minute or more
he was as one in a dream, needing moth
ing Of what the two were saying to
each other.
Again he seemed to hear the last
words Of his poor murdered friend,
"Oh, Harry, Harry, this from your
| Navt moment b,x,-o.~o,. H. ,-I-oI him
self whether the name which had thus
reached his ears might not have been
Garry and not Harry, as he had not un-
naturally assumed it to be, in which
case there could be but little doubt that
the assassin of Edward Lumsden was at
that moment sitting within half dozen
yards of him. 1t was possibility which
sent chill shudder through him from
crown to toe. He sat for several sec
onds, staring dumbly at Crake, and it
was as well perhaps that Just then all
the latter's attention was given to
Charles Lumsden. Presently he rose to
take his leave.
"Then l may look to hear from you,
Mr.. Orde, at the earliest possible mo-
ment," he said as he turned to the mer-
chant.
"As soon as ever the estate has been
wound up, Mr.. Crake, and probate grant
ed, you may rely on my communicating
with YOU"
Hardly was the door shut behind him
before Orde said to Mr.. Lumsden;
"Why did you just now address that
man by the name of Garry?"
THE explanation is very simple
When he and | and my brother were
lads together, each Of us was known to
the others by a nickname. Mine was
Dixie, Crake's was Garry; what poor
Ted's was l have now forgotten"
Thereupon the subject dropped, and
presently Mr.. Charles bade tho other
goodby and went his way. The follow
ing day Orde made it his business to call
on Inspector Fountain.
Despite his professional phlegm it was
evident that that ofilcial was consider
ably impressed by the further inforlna-
ton now brought him. and as a matter
of course the inevitable notebook was
again brought into requisition.
81 will at once cause certain inquiries
to be made respecting Mr.. Eustace
Crake," he said, "and will let you know
the result with as little delay as may be. "
Five days later it was Fountains turn
to seek Mr.. Orde. Crake, 1t appeared,
was a member of a low gang of betting
men who made point of attending
every race meeting within a radius of
fifty miles around London. AS a rule
his evenings were devoted to billiards.
Further, Fountain had satisfied himself
that during the five days which ELAPSED
between the murder If Mr.. Lumsieu
and his funeral Crake was not in Paris
as he had averred, bat on each of the
days in question had been seen at one OF
another Of his usual haunts. SO far
however, no information had been OBJ
tainable as to where he was or how he
spent his time between the hours OF
twelve and three on the ninth Of Juue
and in the inspectors opinion it seemed
doubtful whether there ever would be.
A week later he called on Mr.. Or6t
again. but without having anything
fresh to communicate. He went so far
however, as to hint in pretty plain term,
that there was little doubt in his MIND
as to the identity Of the murderer.
"You may rely on it, sir he saiC
significantly. that Garry, and nor
Harry was the name you heart
through the telephone; only am quit,
sure that on such a piece Of evidence
unless it was backed up by something
much more positive, no magistrate
would take upon himself to issue
warrant.
A despondent man was Inspector
. Fountain when he went his way tha
afternoon.
Some time before this n reward O
five hundred pounds had been Offered
! by the widow for the detection Of he
5 husbands murderer; but days merge,
into weeks and no one came forward Il
claim it.
A month passed without bringing tn
least change in the situation. Lums
3 ',en's business affairs had taken a longe
time TO wind up than his executor ha'
anticipated. and although Crake hai
written to him. pressing for an earl.
I payment of his legacy, Mr. Orde wa
D not vet in "A pOsitiOn TO write him