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l smiled as I drew out my watch
as much at Bates solemn tone and
grim. lean visage as at his quotation
from my grandsire. But the fellow
puzzled and annoyed me. His unob.
trusive black clothes, his smoothly.
brushed hair. his shaven face, awak-
ened an antagonism in me.
Bates. If you didn't hre that shot
through the window. who did-will you
answer me that"
eyes. sir; if didn't do it, it's quite
large question who did. TIL grant
you that, SIR
stared at him. He met my gaze
without flinching: nor was there any
thing insolent in his tone or attitude.
He continued:
| Il didn't do it, sir. I was In the
pantry when ! heard the crash in the
refectory window. The bullet came
from out Of doors, as I should Judge,
SIR"
The facts and conclusions were un.
doubtedly with Bates, and 1 felt that
! had not acquitted myself creditably
in my effort to fin 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, l was merely tok-
Ing. What's your own theory Of the
NATTER"
II have no theory, sir. Mr.. Glenarm
always warned me against theories.
He said--if you will pardon me-there
was great danger in the speculative
mind" IS
accent, which In itself puzzled me-
have always been attentive to the
peculiarlties Of speech and his was
4, not the brogue Of the Irish servant
class. Larry Donovan, who was Eng
lish born, affected at times an exag-
gerated Irish dialect that was wholly
different from the smooth liquid tones
4, OF Bates. But more things than his
speech were to puzzle me in this man.
THE person in the canoe? How do
i You account for herr" asked.
| y 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,--farmers.
people of some kind must live along
the lake."
! "A few, sir: and then there's the
school quite hit 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 school--girls?--
yes: Mr.. Pickering mentioned it. But
the girls hardly paddle on the lake at
night, at this season-hunting ducks--
should you say, Bates?"
II don't believe they do any shoot.
ing, Mr.. Glenarm. It's a pretty strict
school, | Judge, 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
er's the only other man on the
grounds
SHOW ME my CELL" said, rising,
land I'll go to bed
He brought from somewhere q great
brass candelabrum that held a dozen
lights, and explained:
| This was Mr.. 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, but the walls
were white and hard to the eye. Rough
planks had been laid down for floor.
and beyond the light of the candles lay
a dark region that gave out ghostly
echoes as the loose boards ratified un.
der our feet.
! Il hope you'll not he too much dis.
moment before opening door. Its
all quite unfinished, but comfortable, I
should say, quite comfortable
open the door!"
He was not my host and I did not
relish his apology. I walked past him
into'a small sitting-room that was, in
way, miniature of the great library
below. Open shelves filed with books
lined the apartment to the ceiling on
every hand. save where a small fire.
place and cabinet broke the line of
shelving. In the center of the room
was long table with writing mate
rails in nice order. l opened a hand
some case and found that it contained
q set Of draftsman's instruments.
groaned aloud.
Mr.. Glenarm preferred this room
for working. The instruments were
his very own, sir!"
The devil they were!" exclaimed,
irascibly. I snatched book from the