Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-04-03

household when, one fine morning at III o'clock, the squire of Gallinagh, without a moments notice. without igroan. without sigh, sank to the earth stone dead.
 He had never had a days illness, . and. though 61. was apparently hale and sound. After breakfast he had walked outside. and having taken few turns in the gardens had seated himself under spreading chestnut tree to read his morning newspaper. This seat in the shadow was his fa- vorite resort in summer, and on this particular morning he had just settled himself to con the news. when he was observed to sink forward as though devoid of will or muscular control.
 The poor squire was removed to the house, and great was the wailing at Gallinagh. The lovely Mag was crushed, but brave. and the captain bore himself like man. though in unguarded moments his heart-break was terrible to see. But Dr. Terry was, from one aspect at least, the most important of the trio, for, as a medical man of uncommon attainments, he nat urally took some interest in the case from scientific point of view. From the first moment doubt as to the cause of death had existed in his mind. The squire, in his opinion, was not likely subject for apoplexy.
 A short examination not only con- vinced him that apoplexy counted for nothing. but also revealed the aston ishing fact that the squire had been shot dead as he sat in his char. and that a most foul and cowardly murder had been perpetrated.
 No doubt could possibly exist. A bullet had traversed the body. passing directly through the heart and had lodged in the hole of the great tree behind the unfortunate squire's gar den chair; a modern bullet of the thickness of a lead pencil such as leaves at the most a red mark as big as a barley-corn. owing to the almost immediate closing of the skin. But Dr. Terry knew all about such wounds.
 It seemed that the squire used to boast that from his garden chair un- der the chestnut he could see for 40 miles without a break or a brick. save and except one solitary cottage. which was built of stone, And this. he said. 1ust served to vary the desolation without destroying tle beautiful loneliness of the scene. One Dennis O'Gorman lived there. and though the house was but half a mile or so from the farther edge of the lake the dis tance from Gallinagh to the white cottage was ove- four miles by land. though as the crow flies, under a mile and half
 When the squire's body was brought fin the squire's valet. one Millar. an Englishman who had served his mas ter faithfully for many years. swept the laKe and the opposite shore for the spOrtsmen without seeing a living soul except Dennis OGorman placidiy digging turf in the bog behind his house The captain and Dr. Terry had not. in fact returned until five in the evening. crossing the lake in the
 noe. having sustained existence by . rough and ready meal at 0'Gor- mans cot. where they had rested and smoked frcm 1z to 2 Imagine their smazement and sorrow on returning to Gallinaeh and finding the squire. who in the morning had SO heartily wished them luck a rale cold corpse
 The squire had been shot in broad daylight and from the direction of the liee rsrse and the lake He had also