Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1906-04-12

i'dNlu. UllEn' udt lfnRtu DlIu IN
stead o. savin' him"
Suppose tell you that the man
you saw was no ghost, but real hCsh
and blood. n Japanese descendant OF
tho David Hume who fought and
killed the first Sir Alan in 1863, what
would you say?"
II would say. sir, that II had to
be, were it ever so strange"
Have you ever, I'm gossip about
family records, heard anything Of the
fate of the David Hume | have just
mentioned?"
only this, sir. My people have
lived on the Highland estate LONGER
than any HumeFraZer of them a.
My father remembered his grand
father sayin' that man who was In
India WI Give met Mr.. Hume in
Calcutta There was flghtin' agin' the
French, an Mr.. Hume would neither
strike a blow for King George nor
draw a sword for the French, 80 he
sailed away to the East in Dutch
ship, and he was never heard of
| afterwards"
This was a most Important con-
6rmation OF the theory evolved by
the barrister. For the rest, Fergus
sons "reminiscences were useless.
Next morning Brett went to Som
erset House to consult the will in
which Margaret's father left her
81 900 a year. Her brother died in
! tcstate.
As he expected, the document was
| phrased adrotly. It read: 81 give and
| bequeath TO Margaret Hume Frazer,
| who has elected to desert tho home
provided for her. the sum of"
etc.. etc
The fact that she was. in the eyes
Of the law. an illegitimate child could
not invalidate this bequest. For the
rest he imagined that when her
brother died so Unexpectedly. no one
eyer dreamed OF inquiring into tho
weil-inteniiOnct fraud porpctrated
! by Lady HumeFrazer and her hus-
! band Margaret was unqueStionahly
accepted as the heiress to her
brothcr's property the estate being
unentailed
Then he drove to Il st. Johns
| Mansions, KensinG:on. where MI.
and Mrs. Jiro were lat home" They
received him In the tiny drawing
room. and the lady's manner bcto-
keued some degree Of nervousness,
which she vainly ondeavored to con-
ccal by pretence OF bland curiosity
as to the object of the barrister's
visit.
Not so Numagawa, whose sharp
ferret eyes snapped with anxiety.
Brett lett them under no doubt
from the commencement He ad-
dressed his remarks wholly to the
japanese.
You have an acquaintance per
haps | should say n confederate--re-
siding at No. 81 Middle Street, Ken
nington--" he began.
Il do not understand" broke in
Jiro. whose sallow face crink!ed iii @
a withered apple In the effort 20 dis
play non-comprehensiOn.
"Oh, yes, you do The mans name
Ia Coma He IS a tall, strong ly-bpilt
native Of Japan. He sent YOU to lps-
wich TO watch the trial Of Mr.. David
Hume Frazer for the murder of his
cousin He got YOU to write the
postcard to Scotland Yard on the
typewriter which you disposed OF the
day after my visit here. You recog-
nised the motto Of his house in the
design which | showed you, and
which was borne on the blade of the
Ko-Katana. For some reason which
| cannot fathom. unless you are MS
accomplish. you made Your vile
dress in male attire and go 10 warn
him that some person was on his
track YOU see know everythlog."
Az each sentence Of this in..ct-
ment proceeded It was pitiable to
watch the faces of the couple. Jiro
became 2 grotesque, fit to adorn the
ugliqst of Satsuma plaques. Mrs.
.iro Iisib,y swelled with agitation.
Brett felt that she was too full, and
would overflow with tears in an in
slant.
This is vely bad" gasped Jiro.
cob, Nummie dear, have we been
DOING wrong" moaned his spouse
The barrister determined tofright-
en- them thoroughly.
at is a grave question with the
authorities whether they should not
arrest YOU instantly" he said.
con what charger" cried AFRO.
con charge of complicity after
the act in relation TO the murder OF
Sir Alan Hume Frazer. Your accom-
plce, Coma, is the murderer
II, I've 40 y
ing on to her knees and breaking
forth into piteous aobs, 'Oh, m!
precious infant! oh, nay darlinf
Nummie, VIII they part us fron
our babe?"
The door opened and frows,
head appeared.
Did you call, num-" inquired
the small maid-servant.
Get OUT" shouted Brett; and th'
door slammed.
MIR. Blett," whimpered the Ja
panese, II did rot do this thing.
am innocent. l knew nothing abou
; 1t until-until-"
you verified the motto on tn
blade by consulting the 'Nihon Sua
Shi' in the British Museum"
The shot foored Jiro metaphor
cally, and his wife literally, for sh
sank into a heap.
t He knows everything, Nummie.
she cried.
.,TyaIovthipo' reDaatad har hus