Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1905-07-07

to your collar. Now, boy, come along
and show what you can do" He led
him across to the doctors door. The
dog shifted round for an instant and
| then with shrill whine Of excitement
started off down the street. Juggling at
his leash in his efforts to go faster.
In half an hour we were clear Of the
town and Fastening down country
road.
What have you done, Holmes"
asked.
"a threadbare and venerable device,
but useful upon OCCASION walked
into the doctors yard this morning and
shot my syringe full Of aniseed over
! the hind wheel. a Greyhound will fol
low anisecd from here to John o.
| Groat's, and our friend Armstrong
would have to drive through the Cam
before he would shake Pompey off his
trail Oh. the cunning rascal. This is
how he gave me the slip the other
night"
| The dog had suddenly turned out of
| the road into grass grown lane. Half
n mile farther this opened into another
broad road and the trail turned hard
| to the right in the direction of the
| town which we had just quilted. The
road took sweep TO the south of the
town and continued in the opposite
| direction to that in which we had
started.
"This detour has been entirely for
our benefit. them" said Holmes No
I, wonder that my inquiries among those
villages led to nothing. The doctor has
certainly played the game for all it is
worth. and one would like to know the
reason for such elaborate deception.
This should be the village Of Trumping-
IN to the right of us. And, by Jove.-
there Is the brougham coming round the
corner Quick, Watson-quick, or we
Are done"
He sprang through gate into field.
dragging the reluctant Pompey after
him We had hardly got under tho
shelter Of the hedge when the carriage
ratified past. caught glimpse OF
Dr. Armstrong within. his shoulders
bowed, his head sunk on his hands. the
very image of distress ] could tell by
hy companions graver face that he
also had seen
i fear there is some dark ending to
our quest" said he. ut cannot be long
before we know it, Come, Pompey!
All, it is the cottage In the tieldw
There could be no doubt that we had
reached the end Of our journey. Pom
pey ran about and whined eagerly out
side the gate, where the marks of the
brougham's wheels were still to be
SEEN A footpath led across to the lone
~ cottage. Holmes tied the dog TO the
hedge, And we fastened onward. My
friend knocked at the little rusty door
and knocked again without response.
And yet tho cottage was not deserted,
for low sound came to our ears-a
kind of drone Of misery and despair
which was indescribably melancholy.
Holmes paused irresolute. and then he
glanced back at the road which he had
Just traversed. A brougham was COM
ing down it, and there could be no mis-
taking those gray horses.
"By Jove. the doctor is coming back"
cried Holmes "That settles it. We are
bound to see what it means before he
comes
He opened the door, and we stepped
into the hall The droning sound swell
ed louder upon our cars until 1t became
one long, deep vail of distress. 1t came
from upstairs. Holmes darted up. and
l followed him. He pushed open
half closed door, and we both stood ap-
palled at the sight before us.
A woman, young and beautiful, was
lying dead upon the bed. Her calm,
pale face. with dim. wide opened blue
eyes. looked upward from amid a great
tangle OF golden hair. At the foet Of
the bed, half sitting, half kneeling. his
face buried in the clothes, was a young
man, whose frame was racled by his
sobs So absorbed was he by his bitter
grief that be never looked I'D until