Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1901-08-15
~ did not again see Mr.. Grayson-

ct did not again see Mr.. Grayson-
living"
The detective regarded her curiously
ftl a brief instant; then, turning 10
Clarice. proceeded with his questions
Does this room LEAD TO Mr. Gray
sons room, madam, without going
through the outer hal?'
THAT / cannot tell you. sir. l am d
stranger in this house. l entered 1t LOT
the first time to-day"
Indeed
LAS all in the house can tell you. But
Mr.. .Grayson's valet can tell you all
about the rooms. He was my nus
bands confidential servant, and knew
more of the house and of his master
than any one else. | believe
Carl, being questioned, explained that
the rooms were en- suite. A sliding dool
led from Mrs. Grayson's oud to the
dressing room; a door from the Dress
ing room opened into The sleeping
apartment, and from the further side
of that room another door opened into
Mr.. GraysOn's dressing room, where
the unfortunate gentleman now lay
dead.
The detective requested leave to walk
through the rooms, and Clarice at once
ordered Carl to lead the way.
The sliding door was unlocked, al
though the key was in the lock and on
the inside. The door of the dressing
room was locked, but h key was on
the side toward the bOudOir.
"So-So!" thought Hantlin. IF he
n..,roI thfc NvaNr che nftaPNvn r6S
locked the door. What's that | heard
about u lover aid a scene at the church
this morning? All, ha. 1 begin to see
daylight"
But he merely nodded. bade Carl open
the door, and proceeding through the
bed chamber, tried the door leading
into Mr.. Grayson's dressing room.
1t was locked, and the key on the OPP
posite side: but one of the men on the
inside might AVE done that, since they
were in charge of the dead man. 1t
would be easy to find that out on a
future occasion.
Accompanied by Carl, Hantlin then
returned to Mrs. G~rayson's boudoir.
Clarica strove in vain to appear calm,
but the effort vas almost too much
for her. She was tortured with anxiety
and apprehension. Each moment she
expected to hear Shirley Austin pro-
claimed as the suspected murderer.
We'll. sir. is there anything else?"
she asked the detective, the moment he
~reapreared. You will excuse me if l
remind you that 1 am-almost-over-
come"
"I ask your pardon for one question
more the detective answered, with
deep respect. Have you ever seen this
weapon before, Mrs. Grayson? Or, per-
haps you would al it an ornament?'
AS he spoke he quickly drew the jew
eled stiletto from his pocket, deftly
conJiving TO conceal the blade in his
hand while holding the handle oward
Clarice.
"It is mine" she answered, simply,
unheeding the gesture of warning
which the lawyer made toward her.
Indeed! 1t is the weapon that killed
your husband" exclaimed the detect
i've, with dramatic effect, as. the SAINT
time turning the stiletto 50 as to dis
ing to the blade.
Clarice recoiled with a stified shrek,
and her face blanched with terror. The
JGWelsu SllleIlO THAT SURREY AuStlil Ildu
given heri oh, heaven! where had she
lost it? How? When? Who had found
it?
Her brain reeled. Her senses seemed
about to leave her. Almost fainting,
she fell back in her chair.
Perhaps o lost the ornament? II
may have been stolen from your"
Hantlin continued, pitilessly.
1T is my duty to tell you. Mrs.
Grayson," here broke in Mr.. Baldwin,
land / do it as sthe legal adviser OF
your late husband, that you are not
obliged to answer any more questions"
Sir" said the detective, coclly, you
are trying to defeat justice"
Sir" exclaimed the lawyer, hotly.
you are exceeding your business!
Such questions as You are now putting
belong to a court of justice, or, at least,
to a coroner's inquest"
Detective Hantlin had already with
drawn his attention from Mrs. Gray
son. however. and was now directing IL
toward Leoncc.
Perhaps you recognize this stiletto?'
he said. You may even have handled
it. Pray tell me when, my good girl"
Yes; 1 placed it in Mrs. G~rayson's
wedding veil!"