The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1899-01-03

knew of the murder. He read through
the account that followed, but that gave
him little further information. There
were simply the particulars Of the find
ing of the body, Brett arrest with the
subsequent trouble, and the conveyance
of him and the corpse to the police sta
ton. The paper fell from Fenton's
hand in dismay. Now, at any rate, it
would be simple folly on his part to re.
turn before he knew that no suspicion
rested upon him. In the meantime he
ought to make his own position as Sc.
cure as possible by further movements.
He crossed over to the Exchange station
and looked at the list of departures. At
Z O'clock train would leave for LEEDS,
and by this train Fenton decided to
travel. At 9 o'clock he stepped out on
the Leeds platform.
His first act was to ge. 1efrssnment,
FOR he had tasted nothing for IL hours,
and was, moreover, suffering acntelv
So the result Of wearing MS wet cloth
ing. He was ravenously hungry, and he
made a substantial meal. Once more
the blood seemed to course in his veins,
and his courage revived. For long
time he sat over his breakfast deliberate
ing on his next move, which he at
length decided must be to get rid of his
dress clothes. If suspicion had fallen
upon him, these would no doubt be an
important link in his detection, and it
seemed more risky to continue wearing
them than to dispose of them. He spent
the greater part of the morning wan
dering up and down the city before he
found shop likely for his purpose. AT
last he entered one and asked the man
behind the counter what he would give
for the suit he was wearing.
Dress shoots are holdings moosh in
my line, and shtill less so ven dey are
sboiled NIT mud and we'd De glosh on
dis shoot is debarded forever, and my
fr'en's only wants gloshy dress shoots. %
Gloss or no gloss, Fenton explained,
he must have it exchanged for an every
day rig out.
"My fr'en, if it is an exchange you
wants perhaps can do someshing for
you. bort it was monish vat you want
ed. See here. Dis is winding in
shecks. You could blay shess or dravts
on de design ven you was dat way in
clined."
Fenton explained he did not feel at
all that way inclined. He wanted some
thing not quite SO pronounced.
i see noding wrong NIT de bronun-
citation. Peraps it is COLE black shoot
you wants, nit vioh to attend your own
MINERAL. .
After much parleying and haggling
Fenton was at last fitted out in the cast
off Sunday best of some presumably
worthy Leeds weaver, and he left the
store lamenting the inequality Of the
exchange.
Then he went to barber's and had
his mustache shaved.
By this time the early editions of the
evening papers were out, and Fenton
eagerly scanned copy of The Evening
Post.
Horrible Tragedy In Mayfair-The
Murderer at LARGE" met his eyes, and
with trembling heart he read of "ths
release Of the naval officer" and of the
chase after himself the previous night
the discovery of the hilt of the dagger,
and, o God, of his own departure to
Manchester from Willesden Junction.
Then followed description of himself:
Dark, about feet 8 in height, we'll
built, brown eyes and dark mustache,
about 30 years of age; at the time was
wearing evening dress clothes, light
overooat and a bowler hat.''
Fenton's head whirled as he read
these lines, and he looked round in ter
ror, half expecting to see some one al
ready identifying him, despite his hav-
ing disposed of some Of the damning
details. They were on his track, and at
any moment he might be arrested. He
must be off again, and that Immediate
ly. Once more he must take train in
the hope CT battling his pursuers. He
walked into Wellington station ana
found that q train started in few min
utes for Skipton. He bought ticket
furtively, DULY wondering why the
clerk did rot eye him suspiciously.
He was Mt Skipton within the hour.
What was le to do now? He had some
thing less than a sovereign in his peck
ney by train. Besides, he must shun
the haunts of news readers. The coun-
try would be the, best place for him
now. He was almost at his wits end,
but he pulled himself together, went
into public house and called for some
brandy. This put enough Dutch cour-
age into his soul to enable him to in
quire about the surrounding country
from garrulous bar ranger. As re-
suit of his inquiries he determined to |
take to the Cracoe road, hoping to
reach Grassington and the scattered !
villages beyond, where newspapers were
few and the population illiterate.
Then he set out The brandy saw
him through a mile or two, but the ex-
citement was telling upon him, and his |,
bodily pain was increasing, and soon
he could scarcely crawl along. He rest
ed many a time and oft by the way,
and it was dark when the glimmer OF /,
the lights of Keystone village met his
eyes. Here he determined to pass the
night. He could go no farther. He did