Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-02-14

that 1 hypnotized her. or some bunkum
OF that sort
m no believer in hypnotic theories
1hey We're exploded long ago." she an
sWered But what 1 do believe-nay, what
Is positively proved from my poor sister,
own lips by statement made before wit
nesses-ls that you were the instigator of
the crime. You met her by appointment
that night at Kew Bridge. You opened
the door of the house for her. and YOU
compelled her to go in and commit the
ueed: Although demented, she recollected
IL all IN her saner moments You told
ner terrible stories of old Mr.. Courtenay
Tor whom you had feigned such friend
ship, and for weeks you urged her IN kill
him secretly until, in the frenzy of in
sanity to which you had brought her. she
carried out your design with all that care
of Madness
GU lie, woman the old man snanned
mad nothing whatever to do with the
analr! was at home at Hove on that
night" VA 'A'"
ND! no! you were not, ,nterrnn+e d
1eVohs our memory requires refresh
ing. Reflect moment, and you'll find
that you arrived at Brighton Station at 7
clock next morning from Victoria. You
spent me night In London; and further,
you We're recognized by police insnector
waking along the Chiswick road as early
as $50. l have not been idle, Sir Bernard
and have spent a good deal of time at Hove
of late" ~ AAo'o
What do you allege, them" he cried IN
Ilerce anger, dark, evil expression on his
pale drawn face. II suppose you'll declare
that 1 m a murderer nexti'
aHege that at your instigation a seri-
Gus and desperate attempt was made a
short time ago upon the life of NV friend
boyd by rufiians who We're well paid bv
you" pau ny
Another lie"' he blurted forth. defiantlv.
What! 1 cried. rs that the truth AM.
bier? Was | entrapped at the inStiga IT,, !,
of this man?''
Yes; he had reasons for getting rid of
you, as you will discern later" ~
Il tell you it's an untruthn" shouted the
old man. in a frenzy of rage
Deny 1t If you WILL" answered nv
friend, with nonchalant air 1T, how
ever, may be interesting to you to know
that the man Ianky Lane one of the des-
perate gang whom you brfbed to call up
Boyd on the night in question, is what is
known at Scotland Yard as a policeman S
plain statement of the whole affair before
he fell victim to your carefully laid plan
by which his lips were sealed"
IN an instant L recollected that the cos
termonger or the London road was one of
| the ruffians. W
The old mans lips compressed. He saw
that he was cornered
The revelation that to his CLEVER o,r,t,o
! We're due the many remarkab BILE eatures NJ
| the mystery held me utterly bewildered Al
| frst 1t seemed impossible but as the dis
| SuSoioI gre" more heated and the facts
| poured forth from the mouth Of the woman
| | loved and from the man who was nv best
| friend, became convinced that at last the
| whole of the mysterious affair would be
| elucidated.
| One point. however, still puzzled me
| namely, the inexplicable scene | had wit.
| messed on the bank of the Meme
| L referred to 1t, whereupon Amber Jevons
| drew from his breast pocket two photo
| graphs, and, holding them before the ewes
| of the trembling old man, said:
You recognize these? For long time
| past I've been making inquiries into your
keen interest In. amateur theatricals. NV
! information led me to Curtis the wigma.
u, kers, and they furnished me with this pic
! ture showing you made up as Henry Cour-
| tenay. 1t seems that under the name OF
| Slade you furnished them with a portrait OF
| the dead man and ordered the disguise tc
| be copied eXactly-a fact to which a dozer
| witnesses are prepared to swear This
caused me to wonder what game you Were
| playing. and after watching 1 found that
! on certain nights you wore the Disguise
most complete and excellent one-and with
weak intellect. You posed as her husband
| and she believed you to be him. So com.
| pletely was the woman in your thrall that
l.you actually led her to believe that Courte.
| nay was not dead after all. You had q
| deeper game to play, 1t was clever an6
| daring piece Of imposture. Representing
| yourself as her husband, who for financial
| reasons had been compelled to disappear
| and was believed to be dead, you had form.
| fortune as soon as the executors had giver
her complete mastery of it. You had ar.
! ranged it all with her. She was to pose as
widow, mourn your loss, and then sell thu