Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1893-06-22

bully he, doubtless was at heart. A
,swarthy fush flowed through his sallow
cheeks when told for what sum his
name was down in his cousins will
&lI3Qr Ted" he nurmured, half under
his Breath. "Who could have dreamed
that he wonld como to so terrible an
en6:'
1T seems somewhat singular, Mr..
Crahe,' said the merchant, that 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 If. see.
ing that there was not newspaper IN
the kingdom which did not publish am.
pie details of the affair"
II was in Paris at the time, and whils
there never saw an English paper. 1t
has been a source of regret to ne 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
i'll the way they were spoken that grated
on Mr.. Ordes ears. Before more could
be said the door opened and in came
Charles Lumsden. 1t was his last dav
in London, and he had come to bid Mr..
Orde goodby. lie started as his eyes
fell on Cralic.
Hello, Garry! YOU hero? Where On
earth have you sprung FROM he ex-
claimed
1t was Orde'5 turn to start when the
word Garry" fell from Charles Lums-
denis lips. For the next minute or more
he was as one III dream, needing moth
ing Of what the two were saying 10
each other.
Again he seemed to hear tie last
words Of his poor murdered friend.
ION, Harry, Harry, this from Won"
Next moment, however, he asked him.
self whether the name which had thus
reached lis 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 Lumsdcn was at
that moment sitting within half dozen
yards OF him. 1t was possibility which
sent a chill snudder through him from
crown TO toe. He sat for several sac
onds, staring dumbly at Crake ana it
was rs well perhaps that Just then all
the latter's attention was given II
Charles Lumsdcu. Presently lie rose to
take his leave.
Mr.. Orde, at the earliest possible mo-
meut," he said as he turned to the mcr
chant.
AS soon as 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 Garry
The explanation is very simple.
When he and l and my brother were
lads together each Of us was known -
the others by d nickname. !Iiue was
Dixie, Craie's was Garry; what poor
Ted's was have now forgotten"
Thereupon the subject dropped, and
presently Mr.. Charles babe the 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 tie further inforn2-
ton now brought him, and as a mater
OF course the inevitable notebook y7af
again brought into re4uisition.
Il will at once cause certain inquiries
to be made respecting Mr.. Eustacs
Crake, he said, 'and will let you know
the result with as little delay as may he"
Five days later it was Fountains TIM
to seek Mr.. Orde. Cra!'e, 1t appeared,
was a member OF low gang Of betting
men who made Il point of attending
every race meeting within radius Of
fifty miles around London. As a rule
his evenings We're devoted to billiards.
Further, Fountain had satisfied himself
that during the five days which elapsed
between Inc murder u Mr.. Lunsten
and his funeral Crake was not in Paris,
as he had aYerred, b"t on each Of The
days in question had been seen at one or