The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-03-10

fishing for crayfish and nevis / sharp
ened my power of observation down by
that stream" he continued, with a sigh
OF sentimental remembrance, at the same
time switching tagging bullock with
an adroitness that won his companions
admiration. Lea farm you're going to.
aren't you? All, no: of course not
know you live at the Hollow. But let
me see. how long will it take me to walk
over to Lear"
by the bridle-path. twelve minutes
SIR
The bridie-path. / suppose most folks
go that way?"
Yes, sir; 'cept in mucky weather;
then they takes the road
All, well, it's not mucky weather now.
The Lea people must find a nice step
saved when. they can come to church
that gamer cut
Yes; and it's handy-like for the doc
tor now the missus is bad"
All" said Boss Tee. softly. ITS
swampy here" he continued, as they
passed the stile that leads into British
Field "Kingcups and milkmaids grow
here in May, don't they?"
"Ay, sir; and frogs, too
Not the place for a patent-shoed
Frenchman to limb over unused the de-
tective, unless he happened to meet
friend who knew the way. I'll have an
other look at the KNOLL" and, nodding
farewell to the lad, he crossed into the
now noted field.
whsre poor M. d Hindu had been found.
A crushing cluster of poppies showed
the exact place where the body had
fallen. The setting sun glittered on
something bright that lay beside the
Mr.. Bridger stopped and picked this
something up.
1t was a string of five minute jet
beads.
Part of a fringe" muttered Boss Tee,
" cU f06 he. fv-ixy CI
displayed by Jay and Peter Robinson.
Five yards further on. nearer to the
tiny matched British cottage that stood
off from the path, there lay another
string-one of three beads only
Hunt said the detective, hum! Less
than this has hanged a man. They may
have come off the dress of some Sunday
sight-seer; but I'll keep them, all the
same
s.Good evening. You're making the
most of your time'-this to a white
capped old dame who sat knitting with
in the rose-bowered porch of British
cottage.
".Ay, sir. days is never TOO long for
willing fingers
And l dare say you're bit lonely
living here all alone?'
well, sir. as for that, I've my
thoughts, and thoughts is grand COM
panions. And the ladies from the rec
tory most ways gives me. a look-one or
the other. Miss Marchden, she've been
here hours lately. for she's ADDING of
my picter."
And, with sign of invitation, she en-
tered the cottage and took down block.
1t was wonderful bit of water-color
drawing, and reminded Mr.. Bridger of
Coopers Nancy Macintosh" He prided
himself on knowing something of art.
"Ah. comes often, does she?"
Yes, sir; and glad / am to see her.
The last time was on the evening the
poor French gentleman was killed. Eth,
sir, it's sad / am to think he was so
near--just behind the mound-and I
never heard his cry for help. Going in
my eighty-six though be, I'd have done
summit for him..
WAS Miss Marchden here at the
timer"
mo, sir; let me think: she left ten
minutes-yes, it must have been about
ten minutes-before."
''Ah."
''And if she isn't here now" exclaimed
the old woman. with a look of genuine
gladness.
John Bridger turned, and came face to
face with Miss Marchden.
She wore a black cloth cape trimmed
with jet fringe.
There was "a break in the fringe close
to the right shoulder
"Ah,'' once again, calculated Boss Tee.
4'Well?" queried the doctor that even
ing. 1t was his usual after dinner ques-
ton, and hitherto Mr.. Bridger had re-
piled by a shake of the head Tonight,
however. he paused. and DR.. Settle, no.
ticing the pause. looked up quickly
anxiously.
ANY clew?"
.'Not-not-you can't suspect her." said
the young man vehemently, thus betray
ing his fears.
My dear fellow, I'm here to suspect
anybody and everybody, even you
The expression of his hosts face as
sured the detective that he was guiltless
of the Staying of M. d,Himhu; he could
no longer hold the theory he started
from the motive of money.
but don't be overtroub1ed. OF course,
the whole thing is a trouble, but still,
much has to be proved yet; much may
have to be improved. Light may come
with to-morrow'S. post. Mrs. Bridger is
working like Sleuth-hound in Paris. L
believe you know my wife is French
woman; she was governeSs at Limby
Abbey, and met her when went down
there about the poisoning of his Lord
ships mare, Warpaint She's taken to
the tee business like duck to water,
and always helps me in my foreign work;
in fact it was really my wife who fer
reted out of the first clew in the Vangir-
ard-Vannes affair. l believe in woman
helping her husband even in the rough
est profession. BY the by, what is Mrs
Guyhirn like? I've met the rector again
and again, but she always seems invis-
ible.''
L W.
She wears her hair parted down the
middle, and buys her next summer
clothes at the autumn sales; at least
$3.50 Miss Marchden says. But / be-
lieve she's a good mother and good
parish worker"
The mornings post brought the hoped
for light. From Brussels there was a
brief note:
1.-The school is near the Pare Leopold;
very quiet and well conducted. Miss NJ.
was liked by all: there is no escapade of
hers to record-her hobby was painting. :"
From Paris the missive was bulkier:
m. d'T1imbu seems to have been sim
ply fianeur, whose sole aim was to be
tres chic. His brother cannot account
for the murder; says Alplnonse was not
a man to quarrel, and thinks the motive
must have been highway robbery. M.
Henri allowed me to appropriate his
brothers album; this send to you. Mo-
tice the girl in the Gainsbro hat; you
will see her repeated in many styles. /
fancy she is an Englishwoman. Is she
Miss NJ NJ. ?'
No. certainly not; she was too fair. too
slight, too arch. John Bridger looked at
her again and again, for his professional
acumen detected that this girl had en-
tered largely into M. d 'Himbu's life.
The policeman. said Mrs. Green, in
terrupting his study of the album.