The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-03-13
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youl Butt is odd to me, because Yesterday
member Of my household started for Up
nor, IN answer TO an urgent telegram. There
Is curious coincidence in the case, too, now
that l come to think of it. for the message
came fr IN a person who, like yourself, Mr..
Hetheridge. had mysteriously disappeared
IN Australia, and had long been mourned as
dead"
Hetheridge had no difficulty IN coupling
the missing Australian now in Upnor with
Sam Potter, though why Potter should be
IN communication with any member Of
Farrelps household was a mystery to him.
THAT is bit Of coincidence he ad-
mitted. not suffering himself to seem too
interested
THE man," pursued Farrell as il an
swering the upspoken question In the others
mind, ''is the husband of the young person
who has had charge Of your infant daughter,
| MIR. Hetheridge. She was in your service as
nursemaid when Mrs. Fla rell and myself
accepted our infant charge from your
| hands
Matilda Thoms." said Hetheridge. "She
got married, did shel l should have
thought she was too young for that, She
was only chit Of girl"
he knew that it would be well for him to
see as little OF Potter as possible, but he
made up ready mind to dismiss the girl
from her present service. There was no
reason why she or her husband should cross
his path again.
He left his address with Farrell and went
back to his hotel. where he had taken a sit
tng-room, but finding the loneliness of his
own chamber intolerable after awhile, he
descended into the bar parlor and listened
70 the talk of the landlord and his guests.
There was no relaxation Of the mental
pains, no change in the sequence Of events
which haunted him. He drank one or two
glasses Of brandy and then went to his own
room to dine. He found an old volume of
an old encyclopedia there. and tried to in
terest himself in it, but found the effort
hopeless. He sent away his meal scarcely
tasted, but emptied tle bottle of port be
had ordered with it.
His mental and bodily fatigue weighed
like lead upon him, but he sufferedfrom a
CHASTITY wakefulness, and almost despaired
OF sleep. As the night drew on he called
for bottle of brandy. and carrying it to
his bedroom drank Greedily glass after glass
until at last his head began to spin with the
fumes Of the liquor. He undressed I'M
steadily, drunk final bumper. and rolled
into bed.
Sleep Tell upon him instantly, sleep dream
less and profound. A splitting headache
awaited him in the morning, but his tor
ment was over. He could put the deed be-
hind him now. and the harassed nerves
had time to recover their normal strength
and tone.
1t was late when he awoke, and he
dawdled listlessly through the day until the
arrival Of the London papers. They came
in little time before the hour at which he
bad ordered dinner and in the columns of
the Times he read a detailed account of the
discovery Of George Redwood's body.
The unfortunate man was not missed
until the morning after his death. He ap-
pears to have warned his wife not TO sit up
for him, as be had business which might
keep him out late Mrs. Redwood retired
and slept soundly until her usual hour for
rising, when she was startled to discover
that her husband had not returned The
deceased was a man OF regular and sober
habits, and his absence was therefore, the
more remarkable Inquiries we're at once
instituted, and statement was elected from
Joseph Davies, a neighbor to the effect that
he had seen Mr. Redwood enter the cottage
of one OF his own tenants about sunset on
the previous evening. An inquiry at the
cottage was attempted, but the place was
locked and apparently tenantless, and it
was not until later in the day when 1t was dis
covered that the tenant of the cottage him
self was mls slng, that forced entrance was
made. The unfortunate gentleman was
then discovered bound hand and foot in a
strong old-fashioned oaken chair. He had
evidently been dead for more than twelve
hours, and piece of blind-cord was found
tightly drawn about his throat The mo-
tive for the deed is shrouded in the COM
pletest mystery. Mr.. Redwood aud the oc-
cupant of the cottage were apparently on
the must friendly terms, and it has tran
spired that MIR. Redwood's object In visiting
him was to arrange terms for the sale OF
the cottage to his occupant. The mans name
is Andre Dom, and he announced himself as
native OF the Puy de Dome. He had
been resident in Upnor for about three
months, and is said to have been of an &C.
centric and solitary disposition. The mans
disappearance and the fact that the murder
was committed in his house. affords so
strong proof that the police express no
doubt as to the perpetrator Of the crime.
Later
"a man giving the name of Samuel Pot
ter. who processes TO have returned quite re-
Gently from Australia, has been arrested on
suspicion OF being at least an accomplish
On the night before the murder he was
heard to utter violent threats against Mr.
Redwood, and on the night itself was seen
in q drunken and excited state walking on
the path which leads from the cottage to the
village. 1t is now clearly known that the
victim was drugged before the commission
of the crime"
Hetheridge had scarcely read the statement
through, when a hurried rapping sounded
at his door and Farrell came in with a news
paper in his hand. The paper rusted as he
held it out, and he was so far startledfrom his
usual prim and starched propriety that he
could scarcely speak, and altogether failed
to notice the excitement which blazed in
Hetherldge's eyes or the death-like pallor of
his face.
You have seen the newss" he gasped.
"The news!-what newss"
"The news from Upnor. Matiida's hus-
band-the man of whom told you yes err
day-has been arrested on a charge Of muir
DER"
'Murderl" cried Hetheridge. "Whose
murders know every soul i'll Upnor"
"A Mr.. Redwood" Farrell answered, sis
the victim. A man most highly respected,
as gather from the story here"
Hetheridge tore the paper from his hands
and made pretense of hunting for the coll
umn he bad read SO recently.
Redwood, f." he cried in pretended horror.
mot George Redwood! Not my old friend
| Georges"
George Redwood was the name. A yeo-
man farmer. cultivating his own land. He
leaves a widow and one child"
Poor Georgel" groaned Hetheridge
Poor Ellice-what a fateln
be sank into a chair, his elbows falling on
to the ia lie and his face hid in both hands.
Once more it was a relief unspeakable not
to hide emotion.
The clergyman stood astounded, almost
| paralyZed. The mans sobs shook him from
heed 10 foot ana il was full five minute
before he lifted his tear-stained and distorted
| face.
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