The St. Johns herald., 1902-02-15
7T is all arranged for tomorrow ;

7T is all arranged for tomorrow" said Mrs. LatymerWynne, as she
 and her husband took their seats at the dinner table.
 What is arranged" asked her hus- band, little grumpily, for he had had a long and fatiguing day in the city.
 70, the football match, of course"
 And are you going to waste your afternoon in looking on?"
 70, no; am going to play" You cannot be serious, Kate. You, a. married woman with two children, going to exhibit yourself in that way before a crowd of loafersl And in that dress, toor'
 ''Well, the dress is a little unbecom- ing-that's the worst of it. But as to exhibiting ones self, that's all non- sense. Isn't 1t a woman's business to exhibit herself? Don't we all exhibit ourselves when we go to a drawing room?"
 Mrs. Latymer-Wynne was decidedly cleverer than her husband, and kept him, on the whole, in a state of sub- lection. He was good, honest fellow, who did well on the Stock Exchange, where his high animal spirits and pro- pensity for practical joking were much appreciated; but he was no match for his pretty wife in the little verbal con- f1icts which sometimes take place be tween the most affectiOnate couples.
 I'm really lucky to have the chance" she went on. Mrs Flyte-that's our captain, you knOw-said that, on pres ent form, hadn't much claim to place on the team, but that, as two of her cracks were down, she'd give me trial. O, wasn't 1t good of herr"
 And you're going to allow a lot of cads to criticise you, and perhaps call out, Co 1t, Tommy as they did at a ladies' football match the other day. Ladies, indeedI It's positively disgust ingi"
 70, I think I'm all right, Harry. And If they like to call me Tommy I don't mind. You know it's meant in admira- tion."
 You will regret it yourself one day, Kate-I am sure you will"
 But Mrs. Latymer-W -Wynne only smiled. Still, if she could have foreseen the terrible calamity that was about to befall her she would, no doubt have re- tented. But who can foresee the fu- ture?
 
 Those who were living in Clapham- or. indeed, anywhere in the city, at that time cannot have forgotten the extra ordinary sensation that was excited by l what was called the Clapham mystery. And the scene of the mystery was Mrs. | LatymerWynne's house.
 It appeared that as the various rooms in the upper story were in the hands of i the painters and paperers, Mr. Latymer- Wynne occupied temporarily the Library on the ground floor as bedroom, while his wife slept with the children on an other floor.
 Nothing occurred during the night to disturb those who slept upstairs. But when the servants came down in the morning and proceeded to call their master they were unable to rouse him. The door was forced open.
 There was no sign of Mir. Latymer- Wynne, but there were various indica- tions of desperate struggle.
 One of the windows was open below, and between this window and the bed the floor was strewn with fragments of the heavy china ewer belonging to the washstand. It appeared as if this had been used by the unfortunate man as the only thing in the nature of a weap- on within reach. More Ominous still, a closer inspection revealed blood stains on the carpet.
 A little later Inspector Bickerdyke, the celebrated detective, made his ap- pearance on the scene.
 It almost semed as if even Inspector Bickerdyke would for once be baffied. But at last his patience was rewarded; a sweep made his appearance on the scene and informed the detective that as he was passing the house in the early dawn he had seen a man, shabbily dressed in gray suit, stealing from the premises.
 The inspectors small eyes twinkled with satisfaction as he listened to this statement. The mere fact that the criminal wore a gray suit did not seem much to go upon, but Inspector Bicker- dyke felt sure that 1t would be enough for him. He would track that gray suit to the remOtest corner of the earth.
 The next morning there was in all the papers long account of '"The Clapham A we'll known member of the Stock Exchange had been surprised by burglars when asleep, and after a desperate resistance had been mur- dered and the body carried off. And yet all the efforts of the police to dis cover where the corpse had been hidden had been fruitless.
 But, the investigation having been iu- trusted to Inspector Bickerdyke, that famous detective had already made an arrest on suspicion. He had succeeded In tracking one of the supposed murder man in the gray suit-step by step from Clapham to Whitechapel, where he had discovered him in a low public house and arrested him. It was added that he would be brought before the magistrates some time that day { 
 When the man was placed in the dock he refused to give his name and ad- dress, nor would he give any account of himself. He had, therefore, been taken to the station and there searched { and his clothes examined. Blood stains were found upon them.