Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-11-04

Suppose it were assigned to you to solve it." he asked, "how would you set about it?'
 I'd try to find the mysterious wo- man."
 But the police, so I understand, at tempted that and failed" he objected. "How could you succeed?''
 "Oh, dare say shouldn't succeed" ! laughed, his air striking me as little more earnest than the occasion de- manded. T should probably fail, just as the police did"
 "1n France" he remarked, it is not in the least expected that men of the law should"-
 ''Nor Is 1t here,' explained "Only, of course, a lawyer can't help 1t some times. Some cases demand more or less detective work and are yet too del icate to be intrusted to the police"
 Tt is also the fault of our police that 1t is too fond of the newspapers, of posing before the public. It is fault of human nature is 1t not?'
 You speak English so well, Mir. Martigny," I said, that have won dered where you learned it.
 T was some years in England-the business of wine-and devoted myself seriously to the study of the language. But still find 1t sometimes very diff cult to understand you Americans you speak so much more rapidly than the English and so much less distinct ly You have way of running your words together, of dropping whole syl- lables"-
 "Yes," smiled, "and that is the very thing we complain of in the French" "Oh, our elisions are governed by well defined laws which each one com prehends, while here'-
 Every man is law unto himself Remember it is the land of the free And the home of the license, is 1t not?'' he added, unconscious of irony. 1 Yes, decided, was very fortunate in gaining Martigny's acquaintance 1 Of course after he opened his business l he would have less time to devote to me, but nevertheless we should have many pleasant evenings together, and | I looked forward to them with consid- erable anticipation. He was interest ing in misunderstanding, with that large tolerance and good humor which I have already mentioned and which ! was one of the most striking character i istics of the man. And then-shall l admit it?-I was lonely, too, some i times, as I suppose every bachelor 1 must be, and I welcomed companion.
 
 It was Monday, the fourteenth day of April. and we had just opened the i office, when a clerk hurried in with 8 i message for Mir. Royce.
 There's a man out here who wants to see you at once, sir" he said. He i says his names Thompson and that I he's Miss Frances Holladay's butler" 1 Our junior half started from his chair 1 in his excitement; then he controlled i himself and sank back into it again. Show him in," he said, and sat with i his eyes on the door, haggard in ap- pearance, pitiful in his eagerness. Not ! untll ludl llOLlcnl huu AluW the past week had aged him and worn him down. His work of course might account for part of it, but not for all. l He seemed almost i'll.
 1 The door opened in a moment and a gray haired man of about sixty en- ,rtered. He was fairly gasping} for breath and plainly laboring under strong emotion.
 "Well, Thompson" demanded MT. i Royce, whats the trouble now|
 Trouble enough, slrr' cried the oth- er. My mistress has been made away with, sir. She left town just ten days ago for Belair, where we were all waiting for her, and nobody has set eyes on her since, sir" -, fro BE coNTINUEu.1