St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1893-01-07

his eyes which proclaimed him for the
bully he doubtless was at heart. A
swarthy flush flowed through his sallow
cheeks when told for what sum his
name was down in his cousins will.
Poor Tedr' he murmured, half under
his breath 'sWho could have dreamed
that he would come to so terrible an
end?'
sit seems somewhat singular, Mr..
Crake," said the merchant, ssthat YOU
did not think fit, more especially in view
of all he had done for you from time to
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 newspaper in
the kingdom which did not publish am.
pie details of the affair.
81 was in Paris at the time, and while
there l never saw an English paper. II
has been source of regret to me ever
since that | 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, Garryl You here? Where on
earth have you sprung from?" he ex-
claimed.
It was orde's turn to start when the
word Garry fell from Charles Lums.
den's lips. For the next minute or more
ne 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
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 at
that moment sitting within half dozen
yards of him. twas possibility which
sent a 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 may look to hear from You,
MIR. Orde, at the earliest possible mo.
ment," he said as he turned to the mer-
chant.
s'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 hin,
before Orde said to Mr.. Lumsden:
''Why did you just now address that
man by the name of Garry?"
ssThe explanation is very simple.
When he and and my brother were
lads together, each of us was knowa to
the others by a nickname. 1Iine was
Dixie, Crake's was Garry; what poor
Ted's was have now forgotten"
Thereupon the subject dropped, and
Mr.. Charles babe the other
5oodby and went his way. The follow
ng day Orde made it lis business to call
on Inspector Fountain.
Despite his professional phlegm it was
evident that that official was consider
IDLY impressed by the further infor1na-
,lon now brought him. and as matter
# course the inevitable notebook was
lgain brought into requisition.
Il will at once cause certain inquiries
% be made respecting Mr.. Eustace
Jrake, he said, stand will let you know
he result with as little delay as may be-.
Five days later it was Fountains turn
o seek Mr.. Orde. Crake, it appeared,
vas member of low gang of betting
nen who made a point of attending
very race meeting within radius of
ifty miles around London. AS a rule
lis evenings We're devoted to billiards.
further, Fountain had satisfied himself
hat during the five days which elapsed
'etween the murder Of Mr.. Lumsden
nd his funeral Crake was not in Paris,
s he had averred, but on each of the :
ays in question had been seen at one or
mother of his usual haunts. So far,
oweyer, no information had been OBJ
ainable as to where he was or how he
pent his time between the hours of
welve and three on the ninth of June,
nd In the inspectors opinion it seemed
oubtful whether there ever would be.
A week later he called on Mr.. Orde
gain, but without having anything
resh to communicate He went SO far.
owever, as to hint in pretty plain terms
nat there was little doubt in his mind
$ to the identity of the murderer. +
'sYou may rely on it, sir" he said
gnificantly, "that Garry and not
Harry was the name you heard
trough the telephone; only am quite
are that on such a piece of evidence,
Mess it was backed up by something
luch more positive, no magistrate
-ould take upon himself to issue a
.arrant.
A despondent man was Inspector
ountain when he went his way that
fternoon.
Some time before this reward of
We hundred pounds had been offered =
y the widow for the detection of her
murderer; but days merged
ito weeks and no one came forward to
aim it. i
A month passed without bringing the
asst change in the situation. Luns- 4
ems business affairs had taken a longer
me to wind up than his executor had
and although Crake had