The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1896-01-17


full of vague misgivngs, pledged her
self to silence.
When Mr. Lowe took his seat in the
up express for London he had good
reason TO congratulate himself upon his
days work. He had succeeded beyond
his most sanguine anticipations, and
he had made his position secure bS
closing the door completely against
subsequent inquirers for information
Not only had he extracted promise of
silence from the one living individual
capable of giving positive information
about the murder, hut he had swept off
all the letters and all the portraits as
well-that is to say, all the documenta-
ry evidence and all the means Of iden-
tification. After rifllng the treasure
chamber he had locked the door and
left the key in his pocket.
Next morning The Argus, away on
the other side Of the globe, published
an interview three-quarters of col
umn long with the mother of the hap
less Lancashire girl whose remains had
been dug up few days before from
the cemented grave in the house at
Windsor. 1t was the first Of a series
of, perhaps, the most remarkable
coups ever known in the history of
Australian journalism.
Backward and forward between Lon
don and Liverpool went the restless
Mr. Lowe, collecting and piecing to-
gether all the raveled ends of hearsay,
all the tangled strands of inference, all
the stray fbres of circumstantial and
direct evidence, until he had a rope
that was strong enough to hang a
man. And yet he was only at the be-
ginning Of his task.
1t was strange how that other wo-
man, the sister, or more probably, the
wife of Williams, who had visited him
at Rainhill with her four children
kept on intruding into Mr.. loves busy
brain. She quite upset his ealcula-
tons 1t was odd that, in spite Of all
his efforts, he could find no trace of
her Whereabouts. She and her four
children were like so many unquiet
ghosts that refused to be lail until they
were avenged.
AS this last thought struck him, Mr..
Lowe lifted his hand to his forehead
and found 1t wet. He was sweating
from sheer excitement.
A vague idea came to him. He hur-
| ried from London to Rainhill once
more, and hunted out Ben Young, the
man who had cemented the floors of
the Kitchen and scullery in Dinham
Villa, under instructions from Will
| liams.
Where did you get the cement from,
| Benz" was the first eager question.
| 1T wur in the cooch 'ouse,' said Ben.
To the coach-house accordingly they
went. and sure enough they found there
three empty barrels which had evil
| IDENTITY contained cement
did you use all the cement out OF
the three batvels ?" asked Mr. Lowe.
Nav" said Ben Young,
"How much did yon use, then? For
Heavens sake. hurry up my good man.
It's a matter of life and death"
Ben Young collected his thoughts de-
liberately. "A laaid doom tina stool DOT
O. two O. they bar'ls, he replied. with
irritating slowness. "A knaw nowt
ABBOTT this ere other wonn. 1t wur
empty afoor a got tina job
Empty before You got the job, ;"
echoed Mr., Love, with the ring Of a
Strengthening conviction in his voice.
| Then what became OF the cement from
| that barrel?'
The village plasterer wagged his
head slowly from side to side, but never
a word spake he. Mr.. Lowe might as
well have asked him what had become
of the SHOWS of yester-year
| Then a great light flashed in upon
| the amateur detectives brain, illumi-
mating all that was black a moment be-
fore, and silhouetting in the sharpest
/ outlines objects which UP to that mo-
ment had been wrapped in darkness.
When the e-of-battle-ship shows her
mighty searchlight every detail Of the
| torpedo boat stands revealed, painted
/ in black upon disk of binding white.
/ Where the missing barrel Of cement
is there I shall find the missing woman
Also" said Mr.. Lowe, half to himself,
and darted off to submit his ideas to
Sergeant Chipchase the local consta-
ble with whom he at once concluded
an offensive and defensive alliance
against the outside world. Sergeant
Chipchase laid the facts before the dis
trct superintendent, an official named
Kelly, and the digging then began in
Dinham Villa under Mr.. Loves direc-
ton digging the result of which most
gruesomely verified the calculations
which that far-sighted individual had
worked out And so it was that this
Childe Roland to his Dark Tower came.
Four sweating constables armed with
pickaxes carried out this strange eXhu-
nation Under the stone floor of the
from the third barrel, and in the ce-
ment they came upon the bodies of a
woman and four children. The woman
and three of the children had their
throats cut from ear to ear, and the
fourth child had been strangled with a
piece of clothes line, which was still
around it's neck.
Mr. Lowe had an unusually interest
ing cable message to send to The Ar
gus in Melbourne that afternoon, an6
in just a week from the day on whicf
he received his first instructions h.
sent complete report of the murders
which he had been mainly instrument
al in discovering, and with which al
England was ringing some hours later
When the story of the Rainhill muir
ders was published in The Argus alone
of all the Melbourne papers. mex
morning, Albert Oliver Williams, ALA.
Frederick Bailey Deeming, was alread!