The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-10-03

that the inquest was afoot. The jury had
just been to view the body, and most of
the servants were making ready to return
with them and give evidence. In the gem
eral excitement L had plenty of time to
look about. while / mournfully smoothed
a crepe band round my hat In IS minutes
had heard a good deal. Silverley was my
best man; / managed to buttonhole him.
introduced myself as the undertaken 8
man, and asked how true 1t was that this
Warehouse had something to gain by Sir
Gavins death.
Don't ask metz he says, distractedly.
That's the dreadful part of it-that ev-
cry one knows his wife comes in for her
uncle's money. I've to go and @ve evil
dence against him! / wish to heaven I'd
never spoken!'
1t was all very hazy. / thought for a
bit and then sent up a card with the word
"Britowe" only upon 1t. And L didn't
waste time. When presently she comes
down. with a pitiful white face and drag
ging steps, and looked to see why the study
door was open, she gave quite pteous
cry at sight of me down on my hands and
knees between the desk and the window
there.
''Mr.. Bristowe! You-you know all,
them"
"a good deal, madam; the newspapers
and the servants, you know" ! told her
cheerfully. "Er-of course this room has
not been disturbed in any way2 HIM; I
find morsels of earth and dry leaf just by
the window, but none near that dask. But
that's nothing, perhaps. l want you to
be quite calm and tell me all you know. ="
She did so almost lifeiessly. "Oh, you
are clever, / know!" she ended, a fair
study in supplication. IF you think
you'll never say so! You'll go, and leave
it to the police!
Il IN g..I,A
from this jet ought to reflect on that grav-
ell path, and Mr.. Warehouse was between
it and the window. You may safely tell
me whether you saw the shadow of a lifted
arm from where you stood-so. HIM.
She had whispered her "no-no!" with dry
lips and hesitation; he had raised his arm
once, Leave me to it," told her. an
an hour I'll come and tell you what
think"
She understood and went. Well. puz-
zled and puzzled over the thing, and could
make nothing Of It. The door had been
locked. you see, and he was found dead
FIVE minutes after Warehouse had stepped
out onto the balcony. / had a vague idea,
but the facts would not seem to fit in at
all. And / supposed the hour went by,
for presently / saw her standing in the
doorway, her eyes wide with terror.
"You-you didn't come. You-you
think" the rest died off in her throat.
II IL had only been for her sake, L should
have tried my level best.
Il think nothing yet" / told her ITS
complicated, simple as 1t seems. You see,
the motive was scarcely robbery as the
packet was found there afterwards. I'll
be plain with YOU If il was not your hus-
band it was some one within this house,
and there's no clew so far. Having moth
ing 20 go upon I'm going to concoct
something. You must be patient and give
me time"
She did try, but / shan't forget her face
when, an hour or so later, she came TO tell
me that her husband had been committed
on the coroner's warrant. had a plan
in my head by that time, but l felt GER
tain, If nothing came of il, there was not
much chance for Leo Warehouse.
About o'clock that evening the draw
ing room at the Wimbledon house pre-
scented rather dramatic sight All the
household, from Silverley down to the
scullery maid. had filed in there at my re-
quest. and formed gaping excited
group. When, after giving them plenty
Of time for whispering, / walked in, car
ryiug a black bag, you could have heard
a pin fall.
IAN here?" I began, very impressiveIy.
'Very good" A queer pause. 'Now, L
wish TO tell you all something. Up till
two hours ago, / confess, l could find no
possible loophole in the net that at this