Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1907-02-16

answer me lnal
yes, sir; If didn't do II, it's quite
large question sho did III grant
you that, sir"
stared at him. He met my gaze
without fiinching; nor was there any
thing insolent in his tone or attitude.
BE continued;
81 didn't do IT, sir | was in the
pantry when / heard the crash in the
refectory window The bullet came
from out OF doors, AS ! should Judge,
sir"
The facts and conclusions were I'm
doubtedly with Bates, and ! felt that
had not acquitted myself creditably
in my effort to fix the crime on him.
My abuse OF HIM had been tactless, to
say the least, and now tried another
line Of attack.
"Of course, Bates, was merely jok-
ing What's your own theory of the
natter
Il have no theory, sir. Mr. Glenarm
always warned me against theories.
lie said if you viii pardon me--there
was great danger in the speculative
mind"
The man spoke with a slight Irish
accent which in itself puzzled me.
have always been attentive to the
peculianties Of speech, and his was
not the brogue of the Irish servant
class Larry Donovan, who was Eng
! lish born. affected at times an exag
geraied Irish dialect that was wholly
different from the smooth liquid tones
of Bates But more things than his
speech we're to puzzle me In this man.
THE person in the canoe? How do
you account for her." ] asked.
Il haven't accounted for her, sir
There's no women on these grounds,
or any sort of person except our
selves"
"But there are neighbors. -fariners.
people of some kind must live along
the lake"
"A few. sir; and then there's the
school quite a bit beyond your own
west wall"
His slight reference to my proprie-
torship. my own wall, as he put it.
pleased me.
oh yes; there is a school-girls?-
1 yes Mr. Pickering mentioned it. But
the girls hardly paddle on the lake at
night at this season-hunting ducks
should you say, Bates"
L don't believe they do any shoot
! ing, Mr. Glenaym. It's a pretty strict
school. nudge. sir, from all accounts"
And the teachers--they are all
women"
They're the Sisters of St. Agatha
[ believe they call them sometimes
see them walking abroad. They're
very quiet neighbors. and they go away
| In the summer usually except Sister
! Theresa The schools her regular
home. sir And there's the little
! chapel just beyond the wall; the young
/ minister lives there; and the garden
I er's the only other man on the
! grounds"
SHOW me my CELL" said. rising
| and I'll go to bed"
He brought from somewhere a great
brass candclabrum that held a dozen
| lights. and explained:
This was Mir Glenarm's habit. He
| always used this one to go to bed with
! I'm sure he'd wish you to have it, sir"
He led the way holding the cluster
Of lights high for my guidance up the
! broad stairway.
The hall above shared the generous
! lines of the whole house, hut the walls
/ We're white and hard TO the eye. Rough
| planks had been laid down for a floor,
aud beyond the light of the candles lay
a dark region that gave ont ghostly
| echoes as the loose boards ratified un.
| der our feet.
Il hope yuull not be too much dis
| appointed. sir said Bates. pausing a
moment before opening a door. Its
/ all quite unfinished, but comfortable,
| should say quite comfortable.
open the door"
He was not my host and | did not
relish his apology. ! walked past him
| into small sitting-room that was, in
way, a miniature of the great library
| below. Open shelves filled with books
| lined the apartment to the ceiling on
| every hand, save where a small fire
| place and a cabinet broke the line OF
shelving. In the center OF the room
was a long table with writing mate
rails in nice order. | opened a hand
some case and found that II contained
a set OF draftsman's instruments.
! groanc6 aloud.
"Mr. Glenarm preferred this room
for working. The instruments were
his very own. sir"
The devil they were," exclaimed
| irascibly. | snatched a book from the
nearest shelf and threw II open on the
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! | closed II with slam.
The sleeping room is beyond sir.
| hope"
/ Don't YOU hope any more"
| groWled and II doesn't make any diff
ference whether I'm disappointed or
| not"
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