Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1896-07-30
Patience, my good Dobson, patience"
and with that he was obliged to be con-

| tent.
For himself he had done nothing; he
was no nearer having any idea now as to
| who the murderer was than he had been
| the morning after the deed had been com
mitted, and as day after day went by,
| he began to doubt whether Guffanta was
| any nearer finding the man who was
wanted than he was.
"But If 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, Il shall put q
| spoke in his wheel"
"Why, what will you do, Mr.. Dobson?' p
his underling asked.
II shall just 90 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
| son. What then?"
"Why, he'll be made to tell, that's all.
| It isn't right, and it isn't fair that If ne
| knows anything and can't find the man
| himself, he should be allowed to keep 1t
a secret and prevent me from earning the
! reward. I'll bet I'd soon find the man If
| I had his information-that is, If 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!'
cit did once but have thought it over,
and 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
| had 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, I amt going to
stand it much longer, and he'll have to
say. II he don't tell pretty soon what
he knows, shall get the Home Office to
| make him."
Meanwhile the Senior, who had Devil
dered Lord Penlyn and Mr.. Stuart by the
connection which he seemed to feel GER
| tain existed between the garden Of DC
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 visit to Occleye Chase
"Certainly," Penlyn replied; ''you have
my full permission; | 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-frst it was this
| one, and now it is Occleve Chase-do you
not think you should confide little more
| in me?"
| Il cannot confde in you yet, Lord Pen
lyn And, frankly, do not know that
have much to confide. Nor am connect
ing Occleve Chase with the murder. But
I have wish to see that house. I an
fond of old houses, and it was Walters
property once though he never possessed
! it. | might draw inspiration from yisi
to it,
I
the Senior, Lord Penlyn doubted if he was
speaking frankly to him.
| 1t was 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 ole
disused garden previously-but whom die
! 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 mar
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 ne
thought in his mind that he, Penlyn, was
that assassin.
But, if it was not him whom he sSs
pected, who was it?
"Well," he said, ''you must take your
own way, Senior Guffanta, and l can only
hope it may land you Alright. Only, if yol
would confde more in me, I should be
! glad"
Il tell you that at present 1 cannot dc
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
| Go be continued)