Courier Democrat., 1903-02-05

go. or why"
every true. Plainly, this is case
where brother was extremely reti-
cent. Allow ME to say. Miss Caryl.
that, by your answers. you have made
the work of finding the murderer of
your brother somewhat more difficult
than if you had been ordinarily frank.
Nevertheless. shall. doubtless. sue
ceed. although you do not wish me
success. Good-morning,"
| Julia stood for some moments in
! the position in which Henry Loud had
left her. 1t was partially true what he
had said She would prefer that the
guilty one never was found. if the al
| tentative must be the revealing of the
! life of the Caryls for the past few
years
"That man suspects l know not
what" she whispered, walking up and
, down the room Eyes. Ralph's death
| has served us even worse than his
life has. would give great deal to
know how he came to his end. But the
knowing will not bring him to life; it
will publish all his misdeeds to the
world. and we have managed to keep
a rather fair name However, shall
not help matters any. They may send
their detectives to me. but have wit
enough for them. Will they find out
why Ralph and l went down to the
shore? No; challenge them to do it;
and if they don't, then I am safe from
their busy tongues"
With this decision she went up to
her mothers room. Mrs. Caryl was
really i'll. The shock and the grief had
Frustrated her.
As Julia sat down by her bedside, she
thought it would be very convenient if
her mother should remain too ill to be
seen until the investigationN were
over; for Mrs. Caryl was a simple, un-
suspicious woman, who would not
know what to tell.
"Yes,' thought Julia, "my mother
must not, apparently, recover at pres
ent. If am her nurse, can arrange
matters. Meanwhile" and a dark
cloud came to her reyes-'meanwhile,
am leaving Dick Burt to the charms of
Kate Purcell. But l do not give him
up"
The officer when he left the home,
did not directly leave the place. He
sauntered about the neglected grounds,
noting how the mark of poverty was
on the fine old country-seat.
PLAINLY this Ralph Caryl has had
very odd places in his life," he was
thinking, "and the Caryls of Caryl.
Vile, in the person of Miss Julia
Caryl, would prefer to keep the thing
dark. Now l don't intend it shall
be kept So"
Il seem to have arrived at nothing
as yet beyond the mere fact that Miss
Caryl would like to hush up the affair,
and that only tells me that I have a
hard case. l wish 1 could have seen
the mother; but Miss Julia does not
mean l shall. However, if it's neces-
sary, l will see her. Now for this
place at the shore. Something must
be revealed there that will set me on
some kind of a track"
He hurried to the station. and
caught the train for Boston. He sat
in deep study all the way down to
the city.
He had been put on to the case two
days before. He had made strictest
examination of the spot where the
crime had been committed He knew
everything of the manner in which the
shot had acted--frightfully disfguring
| the face, so that it was nobody's face
so that it could not be told.
The shot must have been fired with.
in few feet of the victim, and from
| gun.
This much the detective knew, but
the place of the murder had refused
| to give up any of it's secrets.
| 1t was spot sufficiently frequented
to show many marks of feet, but they
we're the tracks of different people,
and from them-though he had care
4 fully examined them-he could learn
/ nothing.
Arrived in Boston, he went to head
quarters.
81 have nothing to report" he said.
The officer in charge looked up in
some surprise. Loud was usually
very quick at finding clue.
"You have your theory. suppose?"
''No, not even a theory"
Indeed! Is this going to be one of
the mysterious cases?"
"Im afraid it is. But hope to get
my finger on clue before l sleep.
I am going down to Cotton tonight"
That's that place on the south
shore?"
'Yes. If don't get any light there
l believe I'll throw up my position"
"Pshaw! Henry Loud throw up his
position! What should we do? You
are blue tonight. Loud"
Il am exasperated. Telegraph me at
Cotton. if ydu happen to learn any
thing"
And Loud left the Office.
1t was just before sunset that the
detective ali1',ted from the depot car
riage near tie little clump of fisher
mems houses.
AS he lookci about the place his first
thought was:
"a very odd spot for a woman like
Miss Caryl to care to stay in. That
brother and sister were furtherine
some scheme I'll bet my life on it,"
He was determined to address the
first person he met, knowing that two
people like Ralph Caryl and his sister
must be well known. His spirits rose
as he walked. Gazing about him, as any
chance visitor might do.
In front OF him slouched leisurelJ
along man in red shirt, his hands
| thr,,at doom into hf1 nnckets He hor