Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1900-11-14

~ don't see anything but this poor sleep
tug man" he began.
glass of port, but that is all. The other
glasses have had no wine in them, nor
have the victuals been touched"
"Seats for three and only one occu-
pied" murmured Mr.. Sutherland.
"Strange! Could :. he have expected
guests"
"It looks like 1t. don't know that
his wife allowed him such privileges.
But she was always too good to him
and | fear has paid for 1t with her
life."
"Nonsense! He never killed her.
Had his love been anything short OF
the worship it was, he stood In too
much awe Of her to lift bis hand
against her. even in his most demented
moments"
81 don't trust men Of uncertain wits, I"
returned the other. "You have not no
ticed everything that Is to be seen In
this room"
Mr.. Sutherland. recalled to his duty
by these words, looked quickly about
him. With the exception Of the table
and what was on and by 1t there was
nothing else in the room. Naturally
his glance returned to Philemon Webb.
81 don't see anything but this poor
sleeping man." he began.
"Look at his sleeve"
Mr.. Sutherland. with start, again
bent down. The arm Of his old friend
lay crooked upon the table. and on Its
blue cotton sleeve there was smear
which might have been wine but which
was-blood.
As Mr.. Sutherland became assured OF
this, he turned slightly pale and looked
inquiringly at the two men who were
intently watching him.
"This Is bad" said he. ANY other
marks Of blood below stairs"
"No That one smear Is all"
ooh. PhilemonT burst from Mr..
Sutherland In deep emotion. Then as
he looked long and shudderingly at his
lTleuu ue duucu SiOWiy.
"He has been In the room where she
was killed. so much Is evident. But
that be understood what was done
there l cannot believe or he would not
be sleeping here like log. Come, let
US go upstairs"
Fenton. with an admonitory gesture
toward his subordinate. turned directly
toward the staircase. Mr.. Sutherland
followed him. and tEey at once pro-
ceeded to the upper hall and into the
large front room. which had been the
scene Of the tragedy.
1t was the parlor or sitting room Of
this small and unpretentious house. A
rag carpet covered the floor, and the
furniture was Of the plainest kind. but
the woman who lay outstretched on the
stiff old fashioned lounge opposite the
door was far from being In accord with
the homely type Of her surroundings.
Though the victim Of a violent death.
her face and form. both Of beauty
seldom to be found among women Of
any station. were so majestic In their
calm repose that Mr. Sutherland. as
customed as be was to her noble ap-
pearance. experienced a shock of sur
prise that found vent In these words:
Murdered! She? You have made
some mistake. my friends. Look at
her face"
But even In the act Of saying this bis
eyes fell on the blood which had dyed
her cotton dress. and he cried:
"Where was she struck and where Is
the weapon which made this CHASTITY
woundP'
"She was struck while standing or
sitting at this table," returned the con.
stable. pointing to two or three drops
Of blood on It's smooth surface. 1.-THE
weapon we have not found. but the
wound shows that It was inflicted by q
three sided dagger"
"a three sided dagger?"
eyes"
81 didn't know there was such q
thing in town. Philemon could have
had no dagger"
at does not seem so, but one can
never tell. Simple cottages like these
often contain the most unlocked for ar
tlcles."
Mr.. Sutherland thought Of what this
cottage did contain and scrutinized the
constable closely. But the latter show
ed no discomposure.
81 cannot imagine Il dagger being
among its effects" he pursued. Where
was the body Of Mrs. Webb lying when
you came in?
':Where you see it now. Nothing has
been moved or changed"
"She was found here, on this lounge,
in the same position In which We see
her now?"
"Yes, sir"
"But that Is incredible. Look at the
way she lies! Hands crossed, eyes
closed, as though made ready for her
burial Only loving hands could have
done this. What does 1t meanT'
1T means Philemon; that is what 1t
means, Philemon"
MIR. Sutherland shuddered, but said
nothing. He was dumfounded by these
evidences of a carry mans work.
Philemon Webb always seemed SO
harmless, though he had been failing
In mind for the last ten years.
But" cried Mr.. Sutherland suddenly