Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1895-03-04

Poor Ted!" he murmured, half under
bis breath. who could have dreamed
that he would come to so terrible an
end?
1T seems somewhat singular, Mr..
,,rake," 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 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 never saw an English paper 1t
has been . source of regret to ME ever
since that | was unable to pay last
sribute 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 1t was his last day
in London, and he had come to bid Mr..
| Orde goodby. He started us his eyes
fell on Crake.
Hello, Garry! you here? Where on
earth have you sprung fromT he eX-
claimed
1t was Ordes turn to start when the
word Garry" fell from Charles Lums-
denis lips. For the next minute or 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 UNI
naturally assumed it to be, in which
| case there could be but little doubt that
the assassin of Edward Lumsden was at
that mosuent sitting within half dozen
yards of him. 1t was possibility which
sent 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 10 hear from you,
| Mr.. Orde. at the earliest possible mo-
ment," he said as he turned 20 the mer-
! chant.
LAS 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 Carry"
The explanation is very simple.
When he and and my brother were
lads together, each of rs was knowa 10
the others by n nickname. Mine was
| Dixie, Crake's was Garry; what poor
Ted's was ! have now forgotten"
Thereupon the subject dropped, anG
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 the further informal
ton now brought him. and as a matter
of course the inevitable notebook Was
again brought into requisition.
Il will at once cause certain inquiries
to be made respecting Mr.. Eustace
Cralze," he said, land will let you know
the result with us little delay as may ba."
Five days later it was Fountains tugn
to seek Mr.. Orde. Crake, 1t appeared.
was member of a low gang of betting
men who made a point of attending
every race meeting within a radius of
fifty miles around London. AS a rule
his evenings were devoted TO billiards.
Further, Fountain had satisfied himself
that during the five days which elai'sed
between the murder Of Mr. Lums1en
and his funeral Crake was not in Paris,
as he had averred, bat on each of the
days in question had been seen at one or
another of his usual haEnts. SO far
however, no information had been OBJ
tainable as to where he was or how he
spent his time between the honrs of
twelve and three on the ninth of Juue,
and III the inspectors opinion it seemed
doubtful whether there ever would be.
A week later he called on Mr.. Orae
again, but without having anything
fresh to communicates He went so far,
however, as 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 it, SIR" he said
significantly, that Garry and not
Harry was the name you heard
through the telephone; only | am quite
sure that on such 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 a reward of
five hundred pounds had been offered
by the widow for the detection of her
husbands murderer; but days merged
into ueelzs and no ono carna forward to