The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-07-18
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nothing else in the room. Naturally
his glance returned to Philemon Webb.
81 don't see anything but this poor
sleeping man. he began.
Look at his sleeve"
Mr.. Sutherland, with a start, again
bent down. The arm of his old friend
lay crooked upon the table, and on its
blue cotton sleeve there was a smear
which might nave been wine but which
Nas-blood.
As Mr.. Sutherland became assured of
this. he turned slightly pale and looked
inquiringly at the two men who were
i~ntently watching him.
This Is bad said he. ANY other
marks of blood below stairs?'
mo. That one smear is alts"~
"Oh, Philemon burst from Mr..
Sutherland in deep emotion. Then as
he looked long and shudderingly at his
friend he added slowly:
HE has been in the room where she
was killed, so much is evident. But
that he understood What was done
! there / cannot believe or he would not
be sleeping here like a log. Come. let
us go upstairs"
Fenton, with an a~dmonitory gesture
toward his subordinate, turned directly
toward the staircase. Mr.. Sutherland
followed him. and they at once pro-
ceeded to the upper hall and into the
| large front room, which had been the
scene of the tragedy.
II was the parlor or sitting-room OF
this small and unpretentious house. A
rag CARPET covered the floor, ana the
furniture was of the plainest KIND, Dut
the woman who lay outstretched on the
stiff. old-fashioned lounge opposite the
door was far from being in accord with
the homely TYPE of her
Though the victim of a violent deatn,
her face and form, both OF . beauty
seldom to be oun among women OF
any station, were so majestic IN their
calm repose that Mr.. Sutherland, ac-
customed as he was to her NOBLE ap-
| pearance, experienced a shock OF sur
nrise that found vent in these words:
murdered! She? You have made
sorne mistake. my friends. Look at her
facet"
But even in the act of saying thls his
ewes we'll on the blood which ha0 dyon
her cotton dress. and he cried!
.where was she struck and where IL
tho wea non which made this CHASTITY
wound?",
"She was struck while standing or
sitting at this table. returned me o
stable. pointing to two or, three dsups OF
blood on It's smooth surface ~xns
weapon we have not found. but the
wound shows that 1t was inf4c>s6 IA
three-sided dagger
"a three-sided daggerf"
yes"
at didn't know there was nucA .
.h,n, In town. Philemon couad have
had no dagger"
.It does not seem SO, but oue can
never tell. Simple cottages nAn theSe
often contain the most unloohsd TOT
articles"
Mr.. Sutherland Thought of whaS This
cottage did contain n scrutiniSed TIE
constable closely. But the latter showed
no discomposure.
II cannot imagine q dseses oefnE
among Its effects" he pursued. Where
was the BODY of Mrs. Webb fyfng when
you came int"
Where you see It now, k~oehAnsshAs
been moved or changed
"She was found here, on this brn1e
in the same position in which we $50
her now?"
Eyes, sir"
But that is incredible. look ek The
wav she lies! Hands crossed, eyes
closed, as though made ready tor her
burial. Only loving hands could have
lone this. What does II meanr'
at means Philemon; that 10 Whist 1t
means, Philemon"
Mr.. Sutherland shuddered but said
nothing. He was dumfounded BY these
evidences of a crazy mans work.
/ Philemon Webb always seemed 20
harmless, though he had been failing
in mind for the last ten years.
But cried Mr.. Sutherland suddenly
rousing, there Is another victim I
saw old woman Batsy hanging from q
window ledge, dead"
yes; she Is in this other rooms but
there is no wound IN Batsy."
How was she killed, theuT'
THAT the doctors must tell M"
Mr.. Sutherland. guided By Mr.. Fen
tons gesture, entered q small room
opening into the one In which they
stood. His attention was at once at
tracted by the body Of the woman he
had seen from below, lying half In and
half out Of the open window. That she
was dead was evident; but. as Mr..
Fenton had said, no wound was 10 be
seen upon her. nor were there any
marks of blood on or about the piAce
where she lay.
This is a dreadful business" grcaned
Mr.. Sutherland. "the worst I have ever
had anything TO do with. Help me to
lift the woman in: she has been long
enough a show for the people outside"
There was a bed in this room; indeed.
It was Mrs. Webb's bedroom, and upon
this poor Batsy was laid. AS the face
came uppermost both gentlemen started
and looked at each other In amaze
ment. The expression OF terror and
alarm which 1t showed was IN striking
contrast to the look of e~xultation to be
seen on the face Of her lead mistress.
CHAPTER iii.
A Mental Wreck.
A S they reentered the larger room
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