Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-09-10
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 Its strange" said Miss Qian. nod. ding with faraway look. Tt would seem that Mrs. Krill knew of the whereabouts of her husband before she saw the handbills."
 And possibly about the murder also," said Hurd.
 Brother and sister looked at one an other. The case was becoming more and more interesting. Mrs. Krill evil dently knew more than she chose to admit. But at this moment the train stopped, and they got out. Hurd took his handbag and walked into the town with his pretty sister tripping beside him. She gave him an additional piece of information before they arrived at the Red Pig. "This Hokar is not at all popular" she said. "They say he eats cats and dogs. Yes I've talked to several old women, and they say they lost their animals. One cat was found strangled in the yard, and"-
 "Strangledw Interrupted the. detec- tive. Hum, and the mans an Indian, possibly thug." /
 "Whats a thug?" asked Aurora, star ing.
 Hurd explained q ran through the book lent by Beecot last night" he added, 'and was, so interested I sat up till dawn"-
 "You do look chippy," said his sister candidly, "but from what you say, there are no thugs living" .'
 "No, the author says so. Still, it's queer, this strangling, and then the cruel way in which the man was muS- dered. Just what a Hindoo would do. The sugar, too'-
 "Oh, nonsense! Hokar left the sugar by mistake. If he had intended to murder Norman he wouldn't have giv- en himself away"
 q expect he never thought any one would guess he was thug. The novel is not one usually read now adays. It was the merest chance that Miss Norman came across it and told Beecot."
 q don't believe in such coincidences," said Aurora dryly, for in spite of her fluffy, kittenish looks she was very practical person. But here we are at the Red Pig. Nice and comfy, isn't it?"
 The inn was certainly very pretty. It stood on the very verge of the town and beyond stretched fields and hedge rows. The house itself was white washed matched, rustic cottage with a badly painted sign of large red SOW. Outside were benches, where topers sat, and the windows were de- lightfully old fashioned, diamond paned easements. Quite Dickens inn of the old coaching days was the Red Pig.
 But Hurd gave the pretty, quaint hostel only passing glance. He was staring at a woman who stood in the doorway shading her eyes with the palm of her hand from the setting sun. In her the detective sawThe image of Deborah Junk, now Tawsey. She was of the same gigantic build, with the same ruddy face, sharp, black eyes and boisterous manner. But she had not the kindly look of Deborah, and of the two sisters Hurd preferred the one he already knew
 This is my brother, Miss Junk" said Aurora, marching up to the door. He will only stay until tomorrow"
 You're welcome, sir" said Matilda in loud and hearty voice, which re. minded the detective more than ever of her sister. "Will you please walk in and lave some teaT
 Hurd nodded and repaired to the tiny sitting room, where he saw the photograph of Hay on the mantelpiece. Aurora, at hint from her brother, went to her bedroom to change her dress, and Hurd spoke to Matilda when she brought ih the tray. T know your sister," said he.
 Miss Junk nearly dropped the tray. "Lor', now, only think! Why, we ain't wrote to one another for ten