The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-03-03
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"There is a room which is used as a
morning room at Lachine. This faces
the road and opens by a large glass
folding-door on to the lawn. The lawn
is thirty yards across, and is only di-
vided from the highway by a low wall
with an iron rail above 1t. 1t was into
this room that Mrs. Barclay went upon
her return. The blinds were not down,
for the room was seldom used in the
evening. but Mrs. Barclay herself lit
the lamp and then rang the bell. ask
ing Jane Stewart, the housemaid. to
bring her a cup of tea, which was quite
contrary to her usual habits. The
colonel had been sitting in the dining
room, but hearing that his wife had
returned he Joined her in the morning
room. The -coachman saw him cross
the hall and enter it. He was never
seen again alive.
THE tea which had been ordered was
brought up at the end of ten minutes,
but the maid, as she approached the
door, was surprised to hear the voices
of her master and mistress in furious
alteration. She knocked without re-
ceiving any answer. and then turned
the handle, but only to find that the
door was locked upon the inside. Nat
urally enough she ran down to tell
cook, and the two women with the
coachman came up into the a and
listened to the dispute which was still
raging. They all agreed that only two
voices were to be heard, those of Bar
clay and of his wife. Barclays re-
marks were subdued and abrupt, so
that none of them were audible to the
listeners. The lady's. on the other
hand, were most bitter, and when she
raised her voice could be plainly heard.
You coward!' she repeated over and
over again. What can be done now?
What can be done now? Give me back
my life. 1 will never so much as
breathe the same air with you again!
You coward! You coward! Those were
scraps of her conversation, ending in a
sudden dreadful cry in the mans voice,
! with a crash, and a piercing scream
from the Convinced that some
tragedy had occurred. the coachman
rushed to the door and strove to force
it. while scream after scream ISSUED
from within. He was unable, however
to make his way in. and the maids were
too distracted with fear to be of any
assistance to him.. A sudden thought
struck him. however, and he ran
lllIOubl the nan hOOL anu phAO ~ iiI
hlawn upon which the long French
windows open. One side of the VIM
dow was open. which I understand was
quite usual in the summertime. n he
passed without difficulty into the room.
His mistress had ceased to scream and
was stretched insensible upon a couch,
while with his feet tilted over the side
of an armchair, and his head upon
the ground near the corner of h FEM
der, was lying the unfortunate soldier
stone dead in a pool of his own blood.
Naturally, the coachman's first
thought, on finding that he could do
nothing for his master. was to open the
door. But here an unexpected and sin
eular difficulty presented ITSELF The
key was not in the inner side of the
door, nor could he find it anywhere in
the room. He went out again, there
fore, through the window. and having
obtained the help of a policeman and
of a medical man, he returned. The
lady, against whom naturally the
strongest suspicion rested. was removed
to her room, still in a state of insensi-
bility. The coloneIs body was then
placed upon the sofa. and a careful