Los Angeles herald., 1906-04-29

taxing the. place made vacant by the dis
charge OF Mrs. Falgood.
MIS- Castleton was widow, and the
mother of a boy of ten. She had no means,
and. not being a trained nurse, she had
found it difficult to obtain employment TO
pay her own and her sons board. She sim
perience.
i will give you twenty dollars month.
and board you and your boy" said my
tatber, soon after / came in. "But the boy
must do errands and help about the house
when he Is not at school"
The nurse eagerly accepted the offer, and
stayed with my father while she went to
her clearinghouse for her trunk and her
Doy Before noon she was installed in her
new position. and / introduced her to Mollie
as her new mistress.
Mrs Fallgood had been writing all the fore
noon in the back parlor. L had no doubt
she had letter ready to mail for Mr. p.
tirantham; but she did not allow me to see
down the stairs, saw that she was just
directing one, and two others lay upon the
table IN front of her. Before | could reach
the foot of the stairs heard Mollie scream
loudly In the basement hall. quickened my
pace;
.'.The house is on fire!" cried the servant
girl, in mortal terror.
Before | could get to the basement stairs,
Mrs. Falgood had darted down them. 1t
flashed upon my mind that Mrs. Falgood had
kindled the fire. | followed her down the
steps, nearly upsetting her in my rapid move
ments
l found basket of shavings in the fur
mace room in light blaze. l kicked it over
and trampled out the fire. l acquitted the
discharged hoasekeeper of the charge l had
Molle said she had lighted a match to en-
able her to find a dustpan she had left in the
furnace room. She had thrown it on the
brick floor; floor This explained the fire.
thought my father might be alarmed in
his helDleaS condition and / haatanqd
stairs to. assure him there was no further
danger, leaving Mrs. Falgood talking with
Mollie in regard to the fire.
Mrs CaStleton was coming down to as
certain the cause of the alarm. AS told her
about the matter, l walked into the back
parlor.
On the table were the three letters Mrs.
than, 10 Little Queen street, w. c.. anoth.
er to lady, Mrs, Harriet Shrimp, Milford,
Somerset. England, and the third to Mr..
York York hotel sed the they last 'f PWo Addresses s@
in my mind
heard Mrs. Falgood coming up the. stairs.
and | followed Mrs; Gastleton to my fathers
though l was excited by the fire. as. indeed.
had BEEN
"Mollie was careless to throw match on
the brick feor near a. basket OF shavings;
but there was no woodwork near it, and it
could not possibly have set the house on
fire." / said, as l passed Mrs. Fagood.
She was moving in hurry, as though she
had just thought Of the letters. she had left
on the table. My belief that she was a spy
in the employ of the conspirators in England
was now fully confirmed l had, been salts
fed before; now l was absolutely sure.
Before / went to my fathers chamber. l
visited my own, and wrote down the adj
dresses had read upon the spy's letters: |
felt that | was getting ahead bravely. had
the address of P. Grantham and Mrs Shrimp.
whoever these persons might prove to be.
The former did the business with my father,
and the other was doubtless some connection
of Mrs. Falgood
Through either of these persons l could
probably trace out something that would
give me clue to the conspiracy. Both Of
them were in England; but l had talked so
much about England with my father that l
thought should feel quite at home there. Be.
sides, was born there, though could never
had first drawn the breath of life
1t seemed to me, as | looked at the adj
dresses | had written, that my business was
in England about this time. Who was Mr.
John Tremble, the New York correspondent
of Mrs. Falgood? The hotel named as his
home was a frst-class establishment. Profes-
sor De Marchena had taken me there once to
see distinguished Italian, and as / looked
over the register, l saw the names of a good
many guests hailing from London and other
parts of England.
John Tremble must be a person of some
standing and means. or he would not make
his home at SO grand hotel
My first business was to learn something
about Mr.. John Tremble and FASTENED
over to the hotel, on Fifth avenue.
tel where l saw Mr.. Pallingrove, reading the
London Times. l Withdrew at once, for l
did not care to meet him. He was the only
person in the room at the time.