Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1901-08-08

and petted child; Dut now his SuHNSA
effort at exercising authority 10Y
more thar 1t inundated her ana win
the unexpected strength or the Weah'
she was now so terrified Tor ClaflCe
that she was ready to fight anyone VINO
would have sought to keep her from lhe
child whom she loved with all the heaFt
| she possessed. Il won't go home
won't, / won't, / won't" she repeated.
Let me go to Clarice! l must ana VIII
see herr"
Mr.. Hantlin. the detective, was now
the one who succeeded in quoting Mrs.
Mowbray's second outbreak of excite
ment.
without seeming to have noticed her
frenzied outburst at sight OF the stllet-
to, no word or look OF her terrlted
c~ountenance had escaped him. On nrst
! entering the house. he had been in time
TO hear a part of what Mrs. Martin had
lust then said. and his quick mind at
once connected those words and Mrs.
Mowbray's terror on beholding the
bloody Weapon.
OF course, the stiletto was In some
way connected with Mrs. Grayson. 1t
was necessary that he should ind out
in what way.
My dear madam" he said, in n quiet,
calm, cool tone. that generally held at
tention. you shall not be kept from
your daughter-on the contrary, you
shall see her, and at once. / am led to
think tina Mrs. Grayson has not been
told OF her husbands death. 1t will W
impossible for very long TO keep 1t a
secret. Might / suggest that IT woulo
be as well TO acquaint her at once with
these painful circumstances? She may
be able to tell US much that would be
of great assistance"
My poor child can tell you nothing
nothing at all. l am sure of that" Mrs.
Mowbray exclaimed, wildly. How
should She? What can she know? on.
dear, dear, Only let me go to her, and
you may all come. and see for your
selves how innocent she is. Let me go
to her-let me go!"
Brian Mowbray smothered a groan of
despair. He felt that every word thai
fell from his wife's lip7 was only tend
ing more surely to turn suspicion to-
ward their unfortunate daughter.
But it was worse than useless now to
attempt to silence Mrs. Mowbray.
Where is Mrs. Grayson?" asked the
detective.
But Mrs. Mowbray only wrung her
hands and shook her head hopelessly.
No n has seen Mrs. Grayson since
the discovery of my poor brothers
DEATH Mrs. Martin answered, pathet-
ically. But from her maid / learned.
when / first came. hat she was locked
in her w room. l judge She is there.
still. There is every reason to suppose
that some very angry words passed be-
tween the husband and wife on their
first arrival. But it is, perhaps, better
not to refer to that now. No doubt
Mrs. Grayson can tell US much that
may be of value in pursuing this in
vestigation."
IF h can she will, madam; be sure
of that" Mrs. Mowbray burst out,
turning with fury on her enemy.
Then addressing Deto ctive Hantlin,
she added, more graciously:
II am almost a stranger in the house,
sir, or 1 woulS offer to lead you at once
to my daughter; but 1 do not know, my
self, where to find her."
Mrs. Martin, politely ignoring this
speech, turned to the police officer.
IF you win kindly unlock the door,
sir, 1 will send a message to Mrs. Gray
Sun Ny Lttt Ildlu, wiz 10, LO uouul, Slllt
outside In the hail with the rest of the
servants"
Capt. Monroe answered by unlocking
ard then throwing open the door.
Lconce was, indeed, still outside the
door, though the rest of the servants,
having suddenly remembered that they
were hungry, and hat a magnificent
breakfast was going to vast down
stairs, had disappeared.
The girl was. IL possible, more pale
than before, but the expression of her
face was changed. There was a look
upon 1t that betokened relief from the
despairing terror that had been there,
although held under strong control. Her
eyes a not the steel-like glitter THAI
had shone in them when she was in the
room, but as oon as the door was
opened h glanced quickly into the
room, and then at the police officer ano
lastly at the detective.
She had been standing very close to
the door, and had, indeed, been trying
to hear what passed within, but with.
very little success.
The door was of heavy, thick oak, too
we'll made to leave a hairs breadth OF
room for sight or sound when fast
closed; the key was in the lock. too.
n the police officer had, without
knowing IT, taken up his position in
side, so that he stood against the door,
effectually blocking up the only loop
hole by which she could have heard
distinctly.
Mrs. Martin was the first person to
speak.
You will go to your mistress, Mrs,
Grayson, and tell her that circum-
stances Of a very serious nature re-
quire her attention, but on no account
mention what has happened"
The French maid bowed, and with,
drew to carry her message. Mrs. Mar
tin followed her a few steps into the
hall, glad to get out Of that awful
room.
Mrs. Mowbray, closely accompanied
by her husband, also came out into the
hall, and they We're, in turn, followed
by the lawyer, Mr.. Baldwin. Police Cap
tain Monroe and Detective Hantlin.
IT was evident to the lawyer that the
detective suspected Mrs. Grayson, and
was determined to get into her presence
by IN means possible. and, for the
sake of his old friend, Mr.. Baldwin de-
termined to protect tie young bride.