Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury [Connecticut]) 1903-1917, 1904-09-26
Quex sat up. SDid you speak to


| room and scolded me for being out of
bed at that hour. / said had been
/ with Miss Bull, and my aunt said that
every one was in bed but me, and that
she would not have it. The clock
struck IL, and she called me names.
She then took, me by the arm and
pushed me into my room and locked
the door. Yes, she did, nodded Mar
gerry vindictively; 'fshe locked the
| door," ~
why did she do thatT' asked Quex,
| staring.
~ don't know. WASN'T doing any
thing" grumbled Margery, ''but she
said she wouldn't have me wandering
about the house at all hours Of the
night and locked me in. couldn't get
out this morning till Miss Bull let me
OUT
'Margery usually brings me my cup
of tea," explained Miss Bull, s'and as
she did not come this morning as usual
was anxious. When the alarm came
went to look for Margery in her
room. The key was In the door, but
the door was locked. released Mar
gerry"
ooh, the key was in the door," unused
! Quex. TT would seem, then, that the
deceased simply turned the key and
left it. Humphl wonder why she
locked the girl imp
Miss Bull shrugged her thin shout
| ders. ut was spite on her part" she
said. Madame never cared to see
Margery with me-
While Quex was thus examining the
witnesses Train and Brendon were
seated in the sitting room of the former
| discussing the crime. Brendon was
| gloomy, for In the unexpected death of
Mrs. Jersey he saw the downfall of his
| hopes Of proving his legitimacy.
There's no chance Of my marrying
Dorothy now" he said, with sigh.
.I'll remain plain George Brendon to
the end of my days, and bachelor at
| that
"It's awfulp' gasped Leonard, who
was white and haggard. II never ex-
pected that my search for types would
J lead me into the neighborhood of
tragedy. Who could have killed herT'
IT can't say"
II wonder If her death has anything
| to do with your affairs?v
| Brendon looked up suddenly and with
| q stern, flushed face. Train" he said
sharply, whatever you do, say moth
ing about what I told you last night"
Eyes. But what you told me might
lead to the discovery of the assassin"
II don't care if it Does said Brendon
! angrily and rising to his feet to en-
phasize his determipation; you are to
keep my confidence"
"oh, I shan't sly y II ythins. But do
you think -
81 think nothing. Butt am sure that
my affairs have nothing to do with this
| death came to see Mrs. Jersey, and
this morning should have had the
| truth out Of her. But she is dead, and
SO all my projects go to the four winds.
But don't want them spoken Of"
| "You can depend upon me,' said
Leonard, dominated by the strong will
| Of his friend. but who could have
II tell you don't know" cried
George restlessly. How you do harp
on that subjectV
at is the subject of the hour" re-
| torted Train.
'And a most unpleasant one. Here
shall have to remain until that police
officer questions me-"
what story will you tell?''
"Any story but the one told you,'
| retorted Brendon.
WELL said Leonard, after pause,
'.you can rely upon me. shall not say
anything to get you into trouble
Brendon laughed, but not pleasantly.
| my good fellow, have done nothing
| wrong. Even IL my tale were told
could not be accused Of having to do
anything with this murder
ooh, didn't mean that for one mo-
ment," protested Train uneasily.
IT know you didn't Nevertheless IL
| this police inspector knew what told
| you he might get it into his stupid head
| at-well''-Brendon broke off abrupt
ly-.I don't know what he mightn't
think However, I shall answer his
| questions as to my visit here and then
go away
Eth go Also" said Train, with a shud-
der. II can't stop here after what has
occurred It's terrible To think of
| that poor woman murderedi How lucky
locked my door last nightY'
Brendon stopped in his walk and
looked sharply at the young man.
''Why did you lock your door?" he
asked, surprised.
well, you see, after Mrs. Jersey
came into the sitting room didn't like
to think of her proving about. One is
SO helpless when one is asleep" and
| Train shuddered
ibid you expect her to murder your
asked Brendon derisively.
81 didn't expect anything" retorted
Leonard, rather nettled. but didn't
want her to come into my rooms, so
got out Of bed and locked the sitting
room door,
Not your bedroom door?"
"No, the sitting room door. So both
you and were quite safe from her
prying."
Brendon looked steadily at Train and
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