Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1892-12-23

man, with sunken cheeks, heavy mus.
tache and red trimmed eyes: in age some.
where between thirty and forty His
clothes were Of fashionable if some.
what horsy cut, but worn to the verge
Of shabbiness. His demeanor was a Gu.
rious compound Of jauntiness and servil-
| itv. but there was yelled insolence in
his eyes which proclaimed him for tn,
bully he doubtless was at heart. A
swarthy flush flowed through his sallow
| cheeks when told for what sum hi.
name was down in his cousins will.
Poor Ted!" he murmured, half under
his breath. "Who could have dreamed
that he would come to SO terrible al
| end?'
ut seems somewhat singular, MIR
Crake," said the merchant, that you
did not think fit. more especially in view
Of all he had done for you from time tc
time. 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 a 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. II
has been a source of regret to me ever
since that was unable to pay a last
tribute of affection and regard to ono 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. 1t was his last day
in London. and he had come to bid Mr..
Orae goodby. He started rs his eyes
fell on Crake
Hello. Garryi 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 OF more
he was as one in 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
Next moment, however, he asked 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 al
that moment sitting within half dozen
yards Of him. It was q possibility which
sent chill shudder through him from
crown to toe. He sat for several sec.
onds. staring dumbly at Crake, and II
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 Is ever the estate mas 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 Carry"
1.-THE explanation is very simple.
When he and l and my brother were
lads together, each Of us was known to
the others by nickname. Mine was
Dixie. Crake's was Garry; what poor
Ted's was have now forgotten"
Thereupon the subject dropped, and
presently Mr.. Charles babe tho other
goodby and went his way. The follow
ing day Orde made it Lis business to call
on Inspector Fountain.
Despite his professional phlegm it was
evident that that official was consider
ably impressed by the further infor1na-
ton now brought him. and as a matter
OF course the inevitable notebook was
again brought into requisition.
II will at once cause certain inquiries
to be made respecting Mr.. Eustace
Crake. he said. land will let You know
the result with as little delay as may be. "
Five days later 1t was Fountains turn
to seek Mr.. Orde. Crake, 1t appeared,
was a member Of q low gang Of betting
men who made a point Of attending
every race meeting within . radius Of
fifty miles around London. As q rule
his evenings were devoted to billiards.
Further. Fountain had satisfied himself
that during the five days which ELAPSED
between the murder VI Mr.. Lumsden
and his funeral -Crake was not in Paris,
as he had averred, but on each Of the
days in question had been seen at one or
another Of his usual haunts. So far,
however, ne information had been OBJ
tainable rs to where he was or how he
spent his time between the hours of
twelve and three on the ninth Of June,
and in the inspectors opinion it seemed
doubtful whether there ever would be.
A week later he called on Mr.. Orde
again. but without having anything
fresh to communicate. He went so far,
however. - to hint in pretty plain terms
that there was little doubt in his mind
as to the identity of the murderer.
"You may rely on 1t, sir" he said
significantly. that Garry and not
Harry, was the name you heard
through the telephones; only l am quite
sure that on such q piece Of evidence,
unless it was backed up by something
much more positive, no magistrate
would take upon himself to issue a
warrant"
A respondent man was Inspector
Fountain when he went his way that
afternoon.
Some time before this q reward of
five hundred pounds had been offered
by the wild - for the detection Of her
husbands n arderer; but days merged
into weeks ay.i no one came forward to
claim it.
A month passed without bringing the
least change in the situation. Lums.
denis business affairs had taken longer
time to wind up than his executor had
anticipated. and although Crake had
written to him. pressing for an early
payment of his legacy, Mr.. Orde was
not yet in position to write him q
check for the amount. II was while