Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1901-08-01

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( ION being. denied access to Mrs
Grayson. ordered the servant to show
me to my brothers room. The cir
was at first afraid to take the responsi
bility Of disturbing her master, but OF
being assured that / would bear tn,
blame II he was angry, she at Length
accompanied me. sf +
And this"-Mrs. Martin spread ou
both hands with gesture Of horror
and despair-'.this, DR.. Sprague, was
i the sight that met my eyes! Oh, pray
excuse me, sir. but cannot maintain
my composure when think Of it. and
see him there. lying dead, murdered
before me-my kind, generous brother
| always so good and thoughtful for ev-
| cry one. 5E
/ "A shudder convulsed the woman as
she, concluded, and tears dimmed he1
cold, bright blue eyes v,
DR.. Sprague, although somewhat i'm
patient of the long-winded recital to
which he had listened, and partly
aware that much Of it was elaborated
for his benefit, was, nevertheless
| touched by the dramatic style Of its
delivery, and more still by the tokens
Of grief with which Mrs. Martin had
broken down at the end Of it.
He spoke soothingly and kindly to
the lady, who in the presence of gen.
tlemen, retained her old-time art of
pleasing, and then he said:
''To me this dreadful affair seems to
be wrapped in mystery. But one thing
seems pretty certain-the crime could
not have been perpetrated long before
the time when you discovered it. The
murderer may not have left the house.
My advice would be, madam-if you
will allow me to give it unasked-that
you will lock this door, and give up the
key only to the detective who will be
put in charge of the case. In the mean
time Mr.. Grayson's legal adviser should
be sent for Immediately, in order that
he may be here when the police arrive.
Mr.. Grayson's desk, safe, private pa
pers-in fact, everything in the room
should be sealed for the present, and
the proper person to do this is the law
yer" 5
ooh, thank you-thank you, doctor!
You are so kind and so thoughtful to
think of everything for me! Forum
ately, know where my brothers law
yer-Mr. Baldwin-is most likely to be
found. His office is only in the next
street, and he can be here in five min
utes. will give orders that mes
sage be carried to him Immediately
DR.. Sprague was already in the act
Of leaving the room while he spoke,
and Mrs. Martin accompanied him into
the hall where, in his presence, she
locked the door, removed the key, and
then tried the door, showing that 1t
wasN securely fastened.
The key she held fast clutched in her
hand, and then, accompanied by DR..
Sprague, she moved slowly a little way
down the hall toward the stairway, but
both remained where their eyes could
rest on the closed door which shut in
the dread sight Of murdered Philip
Grayson.
There was now no difficulty in OBJ
tanning the attention of the servants,
for every domestic in the house was
congregated either on the stairs or in
the hallway below.
Mrs. Martin quickly gave her order,
and the Swiss valet, Carl, who had
been the first to think Of DR.. Sprague,
FASTENED away in search of the lawyer.
The gentleman to whom Mrs. Martin
had intrusted the task of notifying the
police had already gone personally to
obey her behest, having first dismissed
the company, the greater part of whom
went gladly as soon as they had res
covered from the shock of such a
chastity and unusual interruption to a
wedding party.
A singular and almost appalling ST.
lence now succeeded the previous hub
bud of excitement, while all waited
breathlessly for the arrival of the law
yer and the police before any effort
could be made to penetrate the mystery
Of tie murder.
Occasionally hushed whisper could
be heard among the servants, but as
the sound startled even those who
made 1t, all efforts at speech of any
kind soon ceased, and the silence grew
more gloomy and tomblike.
Suddenly 1t was broken by the shrill
and terrified voice of woman. and
Mrs. Mowbray, wild with terror,
pushed past the servants at the foot Of
the stairs, and, despite their efforts to
restrain her, rushed up the steps to the
landing above.
She was closely followed by Brian
Mowbray, her husband, who was also
agitated, but calm in comparison with
his excited wife.
They had only arrived, having gone
home first, after witnessing the we'd
ding ceremony, because Mrs. Mowbray
insisted on seeing that her daughters
various trunks and other belongings
were properly sent of to her new home.
She had been distracted with grief
that the wedding breakfast could not
have been eaten at the brides home,
but determined that everything else
should go right; and now the news had
met her from the crowd outside the
Grayson mansion, who were telling va
rious versions of the recent tragedy
within, seemed to have almost turned
her brain. ,
Brian Mowbray, better able to control
his agitation than his delicate wife. was
using all his influence to prevent her
from making a scene; but it was too
late. The poor woman, temporarily
crazed with fright, had burst all bonds
Of restraint, and was far beyond the
reach of quieting words.
my child, my child!" she cried, in