Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1905-01-12
Copyright 1901 by
T. Fitzgerald Ma.,oy


No, no more than you answered
ipietro With logged air of veXation,
his voice raised in excitement.
Mackworth realized that there was
little use in questioning him further
1T least for the present. He was quite
convinced that the man before him
was perfectly we'll acquainted with
Mczz;,'s movements in the past and in
the present. but the Inspector was
likewise aware that it was hopeless
20 make Pietro confess his knowledge.
No doubt this handsome, easy-golng,
graz iously-spolen Neapolitan would
not regard as a crime the murder of
David Dumha.ton by the mnn whose
jealousy he had reused and whose re-
venge he had earned: and even If he
aid, l'ietro would consider 1T his first
duty to screen Il fellow countryman
and friend from the penalties of the
English law
What is he to me that | should
suffer this trouble for him. Pietro de-
manded With a magnificent sweep of
one arm. He comes here; ! give him
shelter. food. mnner: ne goes away and
[ see him no more Ii he has killed
this M. a---Wei, | know nothing about
IT. that is his atiai-.
i dark red flush frightened the olive
of his face and Il dangerous light CAME
INTO those eyes. which, i'm moments of
repose could be gentle and sunny as a
rliilds. Niackworth considered this
show of INDIGNATION but clever acting
tor his English prejudice. endowed the
peoples of southern nations with al! the
arts OF deception, hypocrisy and treach-
cry.
The inspector took up his hat by way
of preparing for his departure.
"One word before | go." he said.
Can you tell me if Mezza had amy
ather close friend or relatives in Lon
don besides his Wife,"
No; if he had should have known
of it; he would have told me-"
In case" said Mackworth, with the
mir of one who implies more than he
says, YOU remember on hear of any
fact concerning Mezza which it would
be Well for me to know, come and see
me-" and he handed his address to
Pietro >.
said, his agitation lessenlng at the
prospect of getting rid Of his visitor.
so that we may meet again
AS you say; We may meet again"
And in this way they parted.
Pletro, having closed the door With
a bang, began to walk up and down
The room, gesticulatins. muttering,
swearing, until, rolling himself Gig
arctic with great dexterity between
shu,1rtl hands and lighting it, his anger
gradually subsidized. and he fell into a
salmer and ieepe. train of mind spec
liations opening before him,
Mac1worti,, meanwhile. resolved
lpon two things: that lie would have
2letro's movements watched, and that
he would Immediately communicate
With the Partisan police regarding
Marco Mezza.
CHAPTER XVIII.
At tho back OF Olive Dumbnrton's
house was n long. narrow strip of old
fashioned garden, protected from the
lei.hborng ground by high walls of
AIDED blick, against which pear and
:llna Tees stretched their spreading
branches. Its central grass plot. soft
Is velvet to the tread, and restfnl and
to the eye: its sanded paths
sth their border beds now bright With
and cblNsanthemum. with
iahlias and naStuitiunS; it's Wilderness
IF sooseberrN and current bushes az
me end; its apple trees growing close
o the house, gave Ii a quaint appear
tii'C NIlIAIl 'tIol5IS appeared W lHG
astes of the owner
On "a bright. bracins afternoon in |
October. Veronica Waa walking back |
ward and forward upon the grass I'm
Wiling to leave her mothe" in her pres
mt condition fer even an hour and |
'snsitiVcly Shrinking from the nbsesva-
ion she imagined herself likely to at
ract out of doors. she had, since the |
hight of the tragedy, refused to vcn-
/ Nl, ,la tc.,
was in the garden she therefore
ook the exercise her mother considered |
necessary to the girls health. and it
frequently happened that on such oc-
'asions she WAS not alone, for from the |
sack windows OF the neighboring house
t was possible for Quinton Quave to |
,atch SIGHT of her black ROBBED figure
moving over the grass or under the
rees. and to Join her was no diff /
'ult task for one who for years had I
nioyel the unccrcmonous entree to |
Ter mothers house.
On this occasion he was walking be- I
ide her. a cricket cap on the back of
lis head, his hands thrust into the
pockets of his tweed jacket, brown
hoes upon his feet.
Il wanted mother to come out here
II the fresh. bracing air. but she |
bought ii was too cold.' Veronica was |
aging. Il don't know what we should |
10 il we hadn't this dear, old quiet |
,arden?"
q think ii the iolliest garden in the
World. Ours Is nothing compared with |
his" Quinton replied. looking into her I
,ale face, long like her mothers and |
With something of the same wistfpl |
in her gray eyes.
Why" she asked
"Oh, cont know; perhaps il is. be-
arse | remember ii so long" he am I
wered illogically.
But you must remember your own
arden much longer"
OF course; but il has never been 50 /
'leaaant as this. What fun lve used to I
ave here when ] was a. boy and van
we're a mere child"
Well You were only in jackets and I
zig linen collars, and on Sundays a tall (
at that used to make me laugh when
saw you going to church,"
And you had dolls and a skipping /
ope.'
You used To skip TOO" she said,
lughing at the comical picture he pre- |
ented to her minds eye. he joining in
er laughter.
do you remember the day fell
rom that tree when / was getting the
pples on the top bough ." Quiuton |
sked.
And ] burst out crying because I
bought you We're killed."
You liked me then?" he said shyIy. |
You must remember that | WAS only
mere child she answered smilingly. |
But you are not a child now, Yer I
MICA, and-and-
"Don't-don't," she said in low. agi- |
ated voice.
Then | used to dream of doing the
lost daring things in the world for
our sake. l used to wish you were
ROWING that | might save you; or
hat you We're being run away with By |
wild horse that ! might rush out I
nd clutch ut his bride with Il wrist
steel; or that your house was burn