The Newark star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1909, 1909-07-03

your maid. This has been too much
for YOU"
Liddy helped me back to bed, and
under the impression that ] was in
danger Of freezing 10 death. put q
hot-water bottle over my heart and
another at my feet. Then she left me.
IT was early dawn now, and from
voices under my window / surmised
that Mr.. Jarvis and his companions
were searching the grounds. As for
me, ! lay in bed. with every faculty
awake. Where had Ha1sey gone? How
had he gone. and when? Before the
murder, no doubt, but who would be
lieve that? If either he or Jack Bailey
had heard an intruder in the house
and shot him-as they might have
been justified in doing-why had they
run away? The whole thing was IN
heard of, outrageous, and-impossible
to ignore.
About 6 o'clock Gertrude came in.
She was fully dressed, and I sat up
~nervously.
Poor Aunty." she said. What a
shocking night you have hadt' She
came over and sat down on the bed,
and | saw she looked very tired and
worn.
rs there anything new?s I asked
anxiously.
Nothing. The car is gone. but
Warner"-he Is the chauffeur-"War-
ner is at the lodge and knows nothing
about it,"
We'll" I said. IF / ever get my
hands on Halsey lines. I snail not let
20 until l have told him q few things.
When we get this cleared up, l am
going back to the city to be quiet. One
more night like the last two will end
me. The peace of the country-hddle-
sticks"
Whereupon l told Gertrude of the
noises the night before, and the ngure
on the veranda in the east wing. AS
an afterthought 1 brought out the
pearl cuff-link.
Il have no doubt now" / said, that
it was Arnold Armstrong the night be-
fore last, too. He had a key. no doubt,
but why he should steal into his ia
theirs house I can not imagine. He
could lave come with my permission,
easily enough. Anyhow. whoever it
was that night, left this little SOU
yenir."
Gertrude took one look at the cuf-
link, and went as white as the pearls
in it; she clutched at the foot of the
bed and stood staring. As for me, l
was quite as astonished as she was.
Where did-you-1nd it?" she asked
finally, with a desperate effort at calm.
And while l told her she stood looking
out of the window with a look / could
not fathom on her face. 1. was a relief
Wien Mrs. Watson tapped at the door
and brought me some tea and toast.
The cook was in bed, completely de-
moralized, she reported, and Liddy,
brave with the daylight, was looking
for footprints around the house. Mrs.
Watson herself was a wreck; she was
blue-white around the lips, and she
had one hand tied up. She said she
had fallen downstairs in her excite
ment. 1t was natural. of course, that
the thing would shock her, having been
the Armstrong; housekeeper for sew
eral years, and knowing Mr.. Arnold
WE'LL.
Gertrude had slipped out during my
talk@with Mrs. Watson and l dressed
and went downstairs. The billiard and
card rooms were locked until the cor
oner n the detectives got there. and
the men from the club mad gone back
for more conventional clothing.
l could hear Thomas in the pantry,
alternately wailing for Mr.. Arnold, as
he called him. and citing the tokens
that had precursed the murder. The
house seemed to choke me, and, slip
ping a shawl around me, l went out on
the drive. At the corner by the east
wing 1 met Liddy. Her skirts were
d%raggled with dew to her knees and
her hair was still In crimps.