Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1896-09-03

Patience, my good DobsoA patience"
and with that he was obliged to he con,
tent.
For himself he had done nothing; hi
was no nearer having any idea now as t.
who the murderer was than he had been
the morning after the deed had been com.
mitted, and as clay utter day went by
he began to doubt whether Guffanta was
any nearer finding the man who wal
wanted than he was.
"Bat il he doesn't do something pretty
quick" he said to one Of the men who
was supposed to be employed under him
In investigating the case, II shall put q
spoke in his Wheel"
"Why, what will you do, Mr.. Dobson p
his underling asked.
II shall just 60 up to the Home Office,
and when they ask me, as they do regu.
larry, if I have got anything to report in
connection with the Cundal case, / shall
tell them that the Senior processes to know
a good deal that he won't divulge. and
ask them to have him up before them,
and make him tell what he does know"
and suppose he won't tell, Mr.. Dob.
sol What then?"
"Why, he'll be made to tell, that's all.
1t isn't right, and 1t isn't fair that, if he
knows anything and can't find the man
himself, he should be allowed to keep it
a secret and prevent me from earning the
reward. I'll bet I'd soon find the man if
l had his information-that is, il he's
really got any"
Don't it strike you, Mr.. Dobson," the
other asked, that there is some mystery
in connection with Occleve House that
he knows Of? What with his having the
garden locked up, and his always being
about there!'
1T did once, but have thought it over,
and l can't see how the house can be con-
nected with it. You see. on that night it
so happened there was no one in the house
but the footmen and the women servants.
His lordship and the valet had gone off to
stay at the hotel, and Mr.. Smerdon had
gone down in the morning to the country
seat, SO what could the murderer have
bad to do with that particular house? And
it amt the house the Senior seems to
think SO much about-it's the garden"
II can't make that garden business out
at ALL" the other said; "what on earth
has the garden got to do with it?'
That's just what he won't say. But
you mark my words, l amt going to
stand it much longer, and he'll have to
say. II he don't tell pretty soon what
he knows, l shall get the Home Office to
make him."
Meanwhile the Senior, who had bewil-
dered Lord Penlyn and Mr.. Stuart by the
connection which he seemed to feel GER
tain existed between the garden Of Oc-
cleve House and the murder in the Park,
excited their curiosity still more when he
suddenly announced one evening that he
was going down, with his lordship's per-
mission, to pay a visit to Occleve Chase.
Certainly Penlyn replied; you have
my full permission; I shall be glad if you
will always avail yourself of anything
that is mine. But. Senior Guffanta, you
connect my houses strangely with this
search you are making-hrst it was this
one, and now it is Occleve Chase-do you
not think you should confide a little more
in me?"
II cannot conide in you yet. Lord Pen
Ign. And, frankly, l do not know that l
have much to confde. Nor am I connect
ing Occleve Chase with the murder. But
l have a wish to see that house. I am
fond Of old houses, and it was Walters
property one though he never possessed
it. l might draw inspiration from a visit
to it."
For the first time since he had known
the Senior, Lord Penlyn doubted if he was
speaking frankly to him.
1t vas useless for Guffanta to pretend
that he was not now connecting Occleve
Chase in his own mind with the murder,
as he had certainly connected the old
disused garden previoasly-but whom did
he suspect?
For one moment the idea flashed
through his mind that perhaps, after all,
he still suspected him: but another in
stant's thought served to Danish that
idea.
Whatever this dark, mysterious man
might be working out in his own brain.
at least it could not be that.
Had he not said that, by some strange
chance, he had once stood face to face
with the assassin?
Having done So, there could be no
thought in his mind that he, Penlyn, was
that assassin.
Bat, il it was not him whom be sus-
pected, who was it?
WELL" be said, you must take your
own way, Senior Guffanta, and l can only
hope it may land you Alright. Only. if you
would confde more in me, l should be
glad"
II tell you that at present I cannot do
so. Later on, perhaps, you will under
stand my reason for silence. Meanwhile.
be sure that before long this man will be
in my power"
CTo be continued.)