Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1907-10-05

ciliIIcIIDN llhC lllS young lOOl.
do You know him."
Eyes. under the name of the Count
de In Tour. But I know of him in an
other way. which I'll reveal later,
Hay is still fleeing him:"
lie is. But Lord George seems to
he growing suspicious Of Hay" and
Paul related the conversation he had
with the young man.
Hurd grunted. Tn sorry" he said
II want to catch Hay redhanded. and
if Lord George grows too clever / may
not he able TO do So
! We'll" said Paul. rather inpatient
| ". never mind about 1hat fellow just
now. but tell me what you have dis
! covered"
"Oh. a lot of interesting things.
! When l got your letter of course l ut
! once connected the opal serpent with
Aaron Norman and his change of name
! with the murder. | knew that Nor
man came to Gwynne street over TWEEN
/ ~ years agO-that came out in the evil
! dencc connected with his death. There
! fore. putting two and two together, l
! searched in the newspapers of that
period and found what l wanted
~ report of the case?"
| "Prcciscly. And after that hunted
up the records ut Scotland Yard for
! further details that were not made
! public. SO | got the whole story to-
gether. and l am pretty certain that
Aaron Norman, or. as he then was,
Lemuel Krill, murdered Lady Rachel
for TIN sake of that precious brooch
All" said Paul, drawing breath,
"now I understand why he tainted
when he saw it again. No wonder
conSiC Cring it was connected in his
mind with the death of Lady Rachel"
quite 50. And no wonder the man
kept looking over his shoulder in the
expectation OF being tapped on the
shoulder ly Il policeman. l don't Won
der also that he locked up the house
and kept his one eye on the ground
and went TO church secretly to pray.
What life he must have led. Upon
my soul, tad as the man was, I'm sOr-
ry for him"
$50 am l." said Paul. And, after
all, he is Eylvia'a father"
Poor girl. to have murderer fer n
father
Beccot turned pale. 81 love Sylvia
for herself" he said with an effort,
land if her father had committed
twenty murders l would not let her go.
But she mast never know"
No" said IIurd, stretching his hand
across and giving Paul Il friendly grip,
land l knew you'd stick to her. 1t
wouldn't be fair to blame the girl for
what her father did before she was
born
We must keep everything from her,
IIurd. I'll marry her and take her
abroad sooner than she should learn
of this previous murder But Low
did it happcuF'
I'll tclt you in Il few minutes -
IIurd rose and began to pace the lar
row limits of the attic by the way,
DO you know that Norman was Sc
crpt drinllcr of brandy
Paul nodded. and told the detective
what he had learned from Mrs. Kriil
| ITurd was much struck with the intelli.
gcnce. y see" said he; "what Mrs
I[rll says is quite true. Drink does
change the ordinary nature into the
opposite Erill sober was Il timid rab
bit; Krill drunk was Il murderer and q
thief. Good Lord. and how he drank
How do YOU know"
'Wcll." confessed Hurd, nursing his
chin, "Pash and l went to search thu
Gwynne street house to find if possible
the story alluded to in the scrap o.
. paper Deborah Junk found. w,
couldn't drop across anything of tina
sort. but in Norman's bedroom. which
nobody ever entered, we found brand!
, bottles by the sCorc-under the bed
. ranged along the walls. filing cup
boards. slowed away in boxes. l ha,
the curiosity to count them. Thos
, we found ran up to 800, and Lore
knows how many more he must hay,
/ got rid of when he found the bottle
, crowding him incOnven;ently."
Il expect he got drunk every night
/ said Paul, thinking. "Whcn he locket
up Sylvia and Deborah in the uppe
| room-I can understand now why b
did so-he could go to the cellar an,
take possession of the shop key left OIL
the nail by Bart. Then, free from al
t intrusion, he could drink till reeing
Not that l think he ever did reel wen
t on Beecot, mindful of what Mrs. kril
t had said; che could stand lot, and
expect the brandy only converted hin
into demon"
: "And clever business man." sal,
Hurd. You know Aaron Norman wa
: not clever over the books. Bart sol,
those, but from all accounts he was
Shylock when dealing, after O'Clock
in the pawnbroking way. / under
stand now. Sober, he was timid fool
drunk, he was bold, clever villain"
MY poor Sylvia, what father,
sighed Paul. but this crime
III tell you about it. Lemuel Kril
and his wife kept the Red Pig a
Chrstchurch. a little public house it is
on the outskirts of the town, frequent
l ed by farm laborers and such like Th
: business was pretty good. but the cou
pie didn't look to making their fortune
. Mrs. Krill was farmers daughter"