Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1901-08-15
1T did not again see Mr.. Grayson-

IT did not again see Mr.. Grayson-
living"
The detective regarded her curiously
for brief instant; then. turning to
Clarice. proceeded with his questions
docs this room lead to Mr.. Gray
sons room. madam, without going
through the outer hall?"
THAT 1 cannot tell you, sir. am
stranger in this house. 1 entered it for
the first time to-day"
"Indeed!"
LAS all in the house can tell you. But
Mr.. Grayson's valet can tell you ali
about the rooms. He was my hus-
bands confidential servant. and knew
more of the house and of his master
than any one else. l believe"
Carl, being questioned, explained that
the rooms were en- suite. A sliding dool
led from Mrs. Grayson's boudoir to the
dressing room; 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 the key was on
the side toward the boudoir.
''so-So" thought Hantlin. "If he
escaped this way, she afterwards
locked the door. What's that I heard
about q lover aid scene at the church
this morning? All, ha, I 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 have done that, since they
We're 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. Grayson's boudoir.
| Clarice strove in vain to appear calm,
but the effort was 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
| "Well, sir, is there anything else?"
she asked the detective, the moment he
reapreared. "You will excuse me if 1
remind you that I am-almost-over-
come"
II 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 call it an ornament?'
AS he spoke he quickly drew the jew
eled stiletto from his pocket, deftly
contriving to conceal the blade in his
hand while holding the handle toward
Clarice.
cit 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 same
time turning the stiletto SO as to dis
play the CORY proof of his words, cling
ing to the blade.
Clarice recoiled with a stifled Shrek,
and her face blanched with terror. The
jeweled stiletto that Shirley Austin had
given her! Oh, heaven! where had she
lOSL II. HOW. Vueu: WHO Adu 1OuuO
it?
Her brain reeled. Her senses seemed
about to leave her. Almost fainting,
she fell back in her chair.
Perhaps you lost the ornament? It
may have been stolen from you?"
Hantlin continued, pitilessly.
cit is my duty to tell you, Mrs.
Grayson," here broke in Mr.. Baldwin,
"and 1 do it as sthe legal adviser Of
your late husband, that you are not
obliged to answer any more questions"
"Sir," said the detective, coolly, you
are trying to defeat Justice
"Sir,". exclaimed the lawyer, holly,
"you are exceeding your business!
Such questions as You are now putting
belong to court of justice, or, at least,
to coroner's inquest"
Detective Hantlin had already with
drawn his attention from Mrs. Gray
son, however. and was now directing it
toward Leonce.
perhaps you recognize this stiletto?"
he said. you may even have handled
it. Pray tell me when, my good girl"
Eyes; I placed it in Mrs. Grayson's
| Ue6dinc vei1i"