Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1906-11-20
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for suit fourteen made out to H.
Thompson"
Thompson" repeated SimmOnds,
land a lot Of clippings. Can you read
French, Godfrey?
"a little" answered Godfrey modest
ly. "Let me see" He took the clip.
pings and looked ut the first one.
"'Suresnes. Sept. ~, 1891" be read
haltingly. "I have to report IN event
the most interesting which has just
happened here, and which proves again
the futility Of VOWS the most rigorous
to quiet the ardent desires Of the hu.
man heart or to change the'"-
"Oh, WELL" interrupted SimmOnds.
1--WE can't waste time reading any more
Of that rot; 1t sounds like a French
novel. The coroner can wrestle with
it, IL he thinks it's worth while"
He replaced the clippings In the
purse, which he slipped back into the
pocket from which he had taken it.
"Now," he added. rising to his feet.
wed better get the gll!'s story
Miss Croydon he began abruptly,
though perhaps in Il gentler voice than
he would have used toward the aver
age suspect, were you In the room
when this man was killedT
"Yes. SIR"
"You know himT
"Only slightly" she answered cool.
", disregarding GOdfrey's stare OF
amaZement His name. think. was
Thompson"
"You had an engagement with him
here?''
"Yes, sir; Oh private matter which
cannot concern the police"
Simmonds passed that over for the
moment.
"Will you kindly tell us just what
happened!" he asked.
Il drove here In cab." she said,
speaking rapidly, (which | told 10 walt
for me. In the vestlbule ] met the
ianitor and asked to be conducted to
suit fourteen. He brought me up here
where Mr-Mr. Thompson WAS wait
Ing. entered and closed the door.
We were talking together when the
door Of the inner room opened ana
man came out. Before realized what
he was doing he had raised bar OF
iron he held In his hand and struck
Mr.. Thompson upon the head. Then.
standing over him. he drew revolver
and fired one shot at him. had
shrunk away into the corner. but
thinking him a madman. believing my
own life In danger. drew my pocket
pistol and fired ut him. Without even
glancing at me he opened the outer
door and disappeared. The janitor
rushed IN Il moment later.
"Did your shot hit himT asked
SimmOnds.
81 don't know. think G)t. He
showed 10 sign Of being wounded"
Simmonls stood looking NJ her God.
frey turned to an examination OF the
opposite wall.
Miss Croydon's shot went wild.' he
said. curiously elatrd ut this contirma'
ton Of her story. Heres the bullet
and he pointed to it imbrd,led In the
woodwork OF the bedroom door.
Simmonds took Il look ut 1t. then be
returned to the inquiry.
Did you know this intruder" he
asked.
mo. sir. I'd never before seen him."
she answered steadily.
"Will you describe hi:n!'
She closed her eyes. seemingly In an
effort ut recollection.
"IIe was n short. heavy set man. she
said at last. with Il dark face ana
dark mustachc. which turned up at the
,nds. That Is all can remember"
"And dressed how"
"In dark clothes. He wore slouch
aat. think. dr., Nn down over the eyes.
I didn't see the face clearly"
The answer came without hesitation,
but II seemed to Godfrey that there
was in tho voice an accent Of forced
sincerity.
What cid he do with the bar OF
irOn:" asked Simmonds.
"As soo1 rs he struck the blow,
think he-he threw ii down. ! remem'
Der hearing il falr'-
"Ycs-,.erc it is." said Godfrey trl.
umphantly, a:.d iished 1t out from un-
der chair which stool near the wall.
but see. Simmonds. it's not bar. It's
pipe"
Smmonds examined II. II was an
ordinary piece Of iron piping about
fifteen inches in length.
ITO BE CONTINUED. I!