Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-07-27
Downright 1909, by william lie Queux9

had given It's NerOlcl nus II "oo io
corded, at last, after a two hours sit
ting. that the deceased came to her
death by l,oison willfully administered
by some person or persons unknown.
Thus closed the medical inquiry. The
next was left to the police.
At Cunliffe's side l drove back 10 my
rooms in a hanson. and on the way could
not help remarking:
II wonder why no mention was made OF
the maid Lebas?
Because she concerns the police. not
the coroner They are in active search
for her, never fear.
IF they find her. She's probably abroad
by now
Most likely. Morton believes she left
Charing Cross or Victoria on the night
Of the murder-of course, before 1t was
committed"
And therefore is innocent?'
THAT does not follow. She evidently
had knowledge that it was intended to
which the furnished house was taken and
her movements on the day in question all
go to prove that
Then there was conspiracy
mo doubt
And they suspect Granny of being the
actual assassin l remarked.
Cunlife only shrugged his shoulders.
saying:
Don't let us discuss that, my dear fell
low He's a friend of yours. 1 know
nave TcdSOIlS IOt DciicbIiS lIidl ilc 10
already under arrest" 1 said. do you
know anything?
mo: Morton will tell me nothing"
But why have they not brought him up
at police COURT?
IF he's been arrested in the country
they'd take him before a rural justice of
the peace most probably, and he'd be re-
manded till the next sitting of the local
magistrates They may have done that
purposely. so as not to bring him up till
of no lot - yyo,
And with that unsatisfactory informa-
ton l had to be content
Three days passed-dark days of 81
lence. I remained al home in my cham
bers. purchasing newspapers every hour
throughout the day, expecting always TO
see that my old friend was charged with
murder. But apparently nothing had
transpired.
The mystery in Radcliffe Gardens was
but a ninc-day wonder. and already the
public was commencing TO forget it.
Wonderful il is how very short the mem
Dry of our British public is today. The
biggest scandal of Monday is nowadays
forgotten by Saturday. and the Wei
known man or woman who is disgraced in
the divorce court in January figures again
In July in the social column, as thougi,
no blemish lay upon their characters.
Regulations seem untarnish6ble i'll these
hustling days of moral elasticity.
One fact was hideously plain to me.
If Granny were free he most certainly
would have written or telegraphed news
of his whereabouts. lie would never have
left me in ignorance. Besides. was not
the story of the good woman at Colster-
worth quite sufficient to reveal the truth?
My position was intolerable. Whenever
l went out l watched by some lurk-
ing spy in the pay of the police. The
same man seldom followed me. but. con-
scious always of being watched, the feel
ing was distinctly uncanny one. 1t
seemed as though Cunliffe's friend Nor
ton-the officer who had treated me with
such court esy-noW held me in distinct
suspicion as an accessory.
Being entirely in the dark as to what
fate had befallen Cough. l was utterly
unable to act. / could only possess my
self in patience and wait.
Twice Myra had written to me-ions
letters, begging me 20 send her news or
her lover, and repeating her continued
confidence in him. How could reply?
/ knew nothing, and my own confidence
had been, Of necessity. good deal shaken
by what l had seen and heard.
Thus nearly a week passed.
l longed to get away on the continent
again. and SO. perhaps, escape the rigid
surveillance upon me. And yet to leave
England meant forsaking my friend.
On two occasions / passed the small
drab-painted house in Bolton street, PIC
cadilly. the smart little place which was
GarShores home. Inquiries | made In
the neighborhood were to the effect that
Ralph Garshore had taken il and fur
nished II about four years before. but
owing to some heavy losses he had sus-
tanned on the turf he had been compelled
to sublet it to young Lord Southchurch.
and had gone abroad
| had contrived to strike up an acquaint-
ance with his lordships chauffeur. a
smart young fellow, who proved quite
communicative.
Mr.. Garshore was, I've heard. quite a
rich man." he told me. His father was
an East India merchant, and sat in par
lament for one of the Liverpool divi-
sions for years When he died he
left his son eighty thousand pounds,
but in a year or two he lost it all by
betting. He was pretty hard UP when