Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1896-08-20
CHAPTER XII.

Les, l 10. FRAY, be seated"
CHAPTER XII.
Il knew him intimately" Senior CUT
fanta said; lit d about him and his MUIR
der that l have come to talk"
These were the words with which he
had responded to Lord Penlyn's recep-
ton Of him: and, as he uttered them, a
hope had sprung up into the young mans
breast that, in the handsome Spaniard
who stood before him, some one might
have been found who. from his knowledge
OF his brother, would be able TO throw
some light upon, or clew to. his dealh.
Il cannot tell you," he said, chow vel.
come this information Is to me. We have
tried everything in our power to gather
some knowledge that might lead toward
finding-frst, some one who would be
likely to have a reason for his death; and,
afterwards, the man who killed him. II
you knew him intimately it may be that
you can assist u.s."
The Senior had taken the seat offered
him by Penlyn, and from the time that he
had first sat down until now he had not
removed his piercing eyes from the others
face.
But, as he continued to fix his glance
upon Penlyn, there had come into his
own face a look Of surprise that seemed
to express a baf1ed feeling Of constcrna,
ton.
what mystery is there hereT" he said
to himself. Il nave made a mistake. ]
have erred in some way: how have l de-
ceived myself? Yet I could nave swors
that l was sure"
Then, when Lord Penlyn had ceased
speaking, he said aloud:
You will pardon me-but I I'm labor
ing under no mistake? You are Lord
Penlynw
The other looked at him for a moment
wondering what such a question meant
Then he answered him:
There is no mistake. I am Lord Pen
lyn."
The Spaniard passed his hand across hi.
and Lord Penlyn said:
MAY ask why you inquirer"
Observation-Disclosures I had t~hought-be-
cause I wished to be sure Of whom I was
speaking with"
You may rest assured. And now, sir,
let me ask you what you know about this
unhappy Mr.. Cundall and his life"
Il know much about him. To begin
with, I know that he was your brother
your elder brother-and that you have
come to possess his fortune. But it is not
Of that that I have come to talk"
"Of what have you come to talk, then ~
"Of his murderer"
"Of his murderer" the other repeated.
"Oh! Senior Guffanta, is it possible that
you can have any clew, is it possible that
you think you will be able to find the man
who killed him?"
II am sure Of it."
Lord Penlyn stared at him as he spoke,
stared at him while in his mind there was
a feeling Of establishment, mixed with
something like awe, Of the strange Wis
itor.
This dark, powerful looking stranger,
sat before him perfectly calm and I'M
moved, looking straight at him as he
spoke these words Of import, Il am sure
Of it." and spoke them rs though he was
speaking Of some ordinary incident.
And In his calmness there was some
thing that told the other that it was born
Of certainty.
1T you can do that, Senior Guffanta,"
he said. "there is nothing that you can
ask from me-, there is nothing that l can
give that"
'There is nothing I want Of you," the
Spaniard said, in%terrupting him, and max
ing q disdainful motion with his long,
brown hand. II am not a paid police
spy"
II beg your pardon" the other answer
ed. II had no thought Of ~offense. Only,
sir, it 10 the wish Of my life to see him
avenged"
"And it is the wish of my life also. Will
you hear q short storyy"
Il will hear anything you have to say"
Go be ~continued.)