Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-09-09

What life he must have led. Upor
 my soul, bad as the man was, I'm sor
 ry for him."
 "So am l." said Paul. And, after
 all, he is Sylvia's father"
 Poor girl, to have a murderer for 2
 father!'
 Beecot turned pale. T love Sylvia
 for herself" he said with an effort
 land If her father had committed
 twenty murders would not let her go
 But she must never know"
 "No," said Hurd. stretching his hand
 across and giving Paul friendly grip,
 land knew you'd stick to her. It
 wouldn't be fair to blame the girl for
 what her father did before she was
 born"
 "We must keep everything from her,
 Hurd. I'll marry her and take her
 abroad sooner than she should learn
 of this previous murder. But how did it happen"
 "Tll tell you in few minutes" :" Hurd rose and began to pace the nar-
 low limits of the attic. By the way, do you know that Norman was a se- rret drinker of brandy?"
 Paul nodded, and told the detective what he had learned from Mrs. Kriil. Hurd was much struck with the intelli- gence. "I see," said he; what Mrs. Krill says is quite true. Drink does change the ordinary nature into the opposite. Krill sober was timid rab- bit: Krill drunk was a murderer and thief. Good Lord, and how he drankw
 "How do you knowT
 Well" confessed Hurd, nursing his chin, Fash and I went to search the Gwynne street house to find if possible the story alluded to in the scrap of paper Deborah Junk found. We couldn't drop across anything of that sort, but in Norman's bedroom, which nobody ever entered, we found brandy bottles by the score-,under the bed, ranged along the walls, filling cup- boards, slowed away in boxes. I had the curiosity to count them. Those we found ran up to 800, and Lord knows how many more he must have got rid of when he found the bottles crowding him inconveniently."
 T expect he got drunk every night" said Paul, thinking. When he locked up Sylvia and Deborah in the upper room-I can understand now why he did so-he could go to the cellar and take possession of the shop key left on the nail by Bart. Then, free from all intrusion, he could drink till reeling. Not that think he ever did reel" went on Beecot, mindful of what Mrs. Krill had said; 'he could stand a lot, and expect the brandy only converted him into demon."
 "And clever business man," said Hurd. You know Aaron Norman was not clever over the books. Bart sold those, but from all, accounts he was a Shylock when dealing, after [ o'clock, in the pawnbroking way. I under stand now. Sober, he was tir' 'l; drunk, he was bold, clever vii
 My poor Sylvia, what a father," sighed Paul. But this crime"- d"Til tell you about it. Lemuel Krin l and his wife kept the Red Pig at little public house it is, ,n the outskirts of the town, frequent d by farm laborers and such like. The business was pretty good, but the cou- 'le didn't look to making the;s fortune. '1rs. Krill was farmers da S,shter."
 "A Buckinghamshire farmer" said Paul.
 How do you know? Oh lon receiv- ng informationl, Mrs. Krill told you o? We'll, considering the murder of l Iady Rachel, she would have done bet CT to hold her tongue and have con- nenced life with her dead husbands | honey under a new name. She's a lever woman, too," unused Hurd. T ant understand her being SO unneces- arily frank"
 "Never mind. Go on," said Paul i'm 
 Hurd returned to his seat and refill d his pipe. Well, then" he contin- ed, "Krill got drunk and gave his rife great trouble. Sometimes he lrashed her and blacked her eyes, and e treated their daughter badly too." How old was the daughterT'
 "I can't say. Why do you ask?" "I'll tell you later. Go on, please" "Well, then, Mrs. Krlll always re- enged herself on her husband when e was sober and timid, so the couple ere evenly matched. Krill was mas r when drunk. and his wife mistress hen he was sober-a kind of seesaw ,rt of life they must have led" Where does Lady Rachel come inT "What an impatient chap you nre," Hurd in a friendly tone. I'm coming to that now. Lady Rachel larreled with her father over some ,ung artist she wanted to marry. He ould not allow the lover to come to e hall. so Lady Rachel said she would Il herself rather than give him up" And she did" said Paul, thinking of e suicide theory.
 There you go again. How am to Il you all when you interrupt;" T beg your pardon. I won't do so ,ain."
 Hurd nodded smilingly and contin- d. One night-it was dark and Rachel had a row royal lth her father. Then she ran out of 0 hall saying her father would never e her alive again. She may have in- nded to commit suicide certainly or e may have intended to join her Ter in London. But whatever she