Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-07-29

lDdJ evening InOugn, a1JeT dinner, q mortal
ethargy and reaction seized upon him with the whis
per, Tomorrow is better than to-day he proved
true to his high-strung self, and went by bus to
Baker-st., where he took train for the station
nearest the village of Chalfont.
1t was sharp walk from station to village
There was no cab and when he arrived at the
Peacock Inn. where Sarah Gissing bar
maid, he learned that she away on leave at
neighborii,g village. He stroled about the silent
street until Sarah home at ten o'clock thin
girl with projecting top teeth, and chronic stare
of wonderment in her eyes.
You are not to be alarmed" David said to her.
Il only came to ask you few questions about your
have interest. No will be harmed, as far
as | aware, by your telling all that you know
while you and may profit by it
They spoke in the tiny inn drawing-room, and
Sarah, with her coat and hat on, sitting the
pano-stool, stared and answered shortly at first.
Little by little she was induced to utter herself.
He a tall man, she said rather thin, dark
Straight nose?" asked David
Yes, sir, straight nose; handsome man"
Black mustache, nicely turned out?"
Yes, sir, he had mustache."
well, but all that says nothing. Many people
answer such description. Was there no photo
graph of him in the fiat? Did you never see photo
graph alP29 Z? -
piece of Miss Barnes's bedroom. In silver frame
it was; but the day after her death the silver frame
was still there, and the photograph was gone;
for l noticed it myself.
do you realize that you are telling me mighty
after the door was forced did you go into the
fat
Didn't go in at once!
And how soon afterward did you notice that the
photograph was gone from the silver frames"
How soon? Soon afterward p"
at was not one of the who forced the door
who removed the photograph from the frame?'
Il don't think that, sir l would have noticed
it if that had been the case"
When you went in you found the BODY of your
mistress lying dead the front door had been bolted
inside so there was no way for anyone to have come
out of the fiat. And when you left your mistress
frame, but gone when the door was forced the next
day. Those are the facts, aren't they?"
Yes, sir.
well, that seems to say that it was Miss Barnes
herself who removed the photograph, doesn't it?
And it follows that the photograph is still in the
hat?"
"P'raps she did it to him." suggested
Sarah, indulgng in the vanity of thought Il
shouldn't wonder if that was it. No doubt she tore
up the photograph, or burnt it.
But you didn't see any shreds or ashes of it any
where?"
Not of photograph, although I did sweep out
the place the day, too Still, that's not to say
she didn't tear it up because there shreds of it,
for there ways and means.
We're there shreds of any kind about?"
Yes, she must have torn up good few letters
overnight before doing what she did There was no
end of litter, for that matter"
But suppose she did not burn tear up the
photograph, said David, where would she have
hidden it? Can you suggest place? Did you
know her to hide anything. For if she hid
thing she may have hidden Others, maynt she?"
Il believe there's letter she must have
hidden, answered Sarah unless she destroyed it
"a letter that from Paris four days before she
made way with herself l saw the Postmark and
the handwriting; so | know 1t from him. for
he in Paris at the time and it that letter
that the death of her, | feel certain. 1t came
about eleven o'clock, soon after breakfast. Sc
was at the piano in her dressing gown, singing not
ordinary singing but a kind of moaning of different
notes, practising her voice hke-it used to give me