Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-10-13
MARKED IN BLOOD.

cd into the room and cried:
 "Oh, do send some one, sir, to HIS Wernham road. My poor old master s been cruelty murdered. He's lying in his room in a pool of blood like 6 river. It must have been done ill the night. Do come at once, sir.
 On the way to Wernham road the in- spector questioned the housekeeper.
 Who sleeps ill the house besides yourself and the old gentleman:" he asked
 Not blessed soul, sir," cried Mrs. Masters. 'Only me and my poor old master. Sich nice, regular man as he was, comin 'ome every night to is tea and alw: in bed by 10 o'clock. Oh, it's a cruv. thing"'
 Did any one visit him last night that you know off, asked the inspector.
 Not that I know of. sir, but to tell you the truth I was in bed myself early last night, 'avin bad attack of 'ead- ache. The old gentleman always let 'imself i'll with is latchkey, as he nat rally would. He come to bed after I was asleep, for 1 never card i'm come in.
 ''HiS supper was always laid out ready for i'm in the dinin room, and he wouldn't want no waitin on, so there was nuthin wrong in my bein of to bed as I did, 'avin, as I said, a bad cad ache and bein very subject to sick cad aches, which, as you may know, sir, are very unpleasant, to say the least of them, and'-
 .I, T %l, S., spector, interrupting the woman's elo- quence.
 Well, sir, to say the truth, I've not thought of loollin. Directly see i'm alvin there 1 off to the station as 'ard as can go. I can't sleep in the place tonight. That I can't.''
 By this time they had reached the house and went up stairs. The inspector and his man went i'll and locked the door behind them. \ knock was heard at the door.
 Gan come in:'' said Mrs Masters.
 Certainly. replied the inspector "Opcn the door, Jenkins. We shall want her no doubt''
 Poor, dear manr' cried the lady again when she saw the body of the old man. ''Thc monstersr' She burst into tears.
 You had better go for surgeon, '' said MT. Bevis to the constable. He ought to see the body as soon as possi- ble, as We shall want his report on it. !"
 While the man was gone the in spector. accompanied by Mrs. Masters, visited every room ill the house. Every thing was orderly and untouched.
 The assassin must have left the place by the ordinary means of egress, for all the windows were locked. The front door, Mrs. Masters told the in spectUr, would no doubt have been un- bolted i'll any case. for Mir. Mayne Cher master, the man who lay dead) never bolted it if he let himself in, leaving her to do so.
 They reached the dining room and found that the supper had been eaten. The bottle of ale was finished, there re- maining only small po;S.on in the tumbler. The old man had evidently made a hearty meal and gone to his room.
 The constable returned in half an hour with divisional surgeon, MT.
 
 examination of the corpse and said that the cause Of death was a knife wound in one of tke veins of the thigh.
 The old man must have bled to death, and the process of dying must have been prolonged. He should have had an op portunity of calling for help. Mrs. Mas ters was certain, however, that he had not done so.
 I'm q light sleeper, gentlemen, she said, addressing the three men, ''and the slightest thing wakes me. | he'd called out at the door, Imust hay, 'eard i'm. It's a certainty
 Quite so,'' said the surgeon. 'I have no doubt, my good woman, tha you are not at all to blame, but WI shall, of course, go further into th' thing at the inquest. At present there seems nothing to show by whose hanC the old man died.
 Whats that book doing there?" saiC the inspector abruptly, pointing to , | dictionary which lay close to the olt man. It was not beside him, but on chair just above his head.
 "A dictionary apparently, said thu surgeon, glancing at it. By Jovep he cried suddenly as he turned over tn leaves. Whats this? Every now ant then come to q word against whicl there is mark in blood. This i i strange"
 ''Is it blood or red ink, sir?" asket 1 Mrs. Masters. 1T know my poor olC master used to study good deal, ant it's just possible he's been markil words down in that book which h might want to look up again"
 There's no mistaking-it's blood, said the surgeon, holding the book tc ward the light, land fresh blood toe If I'm not very much mistaken, this some sort of clew to the mystery"
 The inspector took the book from th surgeon and glanced at it keenly.
 "Upon my word," he cried, 'I b. lieve you're right. There seems some thing methodical in these occasions marks of blood against certain words This is going to be interesting"
 At the coroner $ inquest the followin report from Inspector Bevis was put il but read privately, as the informatio contained therein would have bee harmful to the negotiations of the d tectives who were running the suspec ed man to death.
 It ran as follows:
 On the morning of Sept. IT of tn year I was called to 118 Wernham roaC Remington lane, at which house Ricl ard Mayne, the deceased, resided.
 After making all the necessary a engagements MT. Brookes, the surgeo called my attention to large dictior ary which was on a chair within reac of the deceased. Throughout the boo certain words were marked in blood.
 Thinking this strange, I made an il yestigation of the book, which was g ordinary dictionary, evidently used |