The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-09-07

| Iy had knowledge that it was intended to assassinate the woman. The man ner in which the furnished house was taken and her movements on the day in question all go to prove that"
 'Then there was a conspiracy?"
 "No doubt"
 "And they suspect Granny of being the actual assassin! I remarked.
 Cunliffe only shrugged his shoulders. saying:
 Don't let us discuss that. my dear fellow. He's friend of yours, I know
 'I have reasons for believing that he is already under arrest" said. Do you know anything?"
 NO: Morton will tell me nothing"
 "But why have they not brought him up at police court?"
 eff he's been arrested in the coun- try they'd take him before rural jus tice of the peace most probably. and he'd be remanded till the next sitting of the local magistrates. They may have done that purposeiy. so as not to bring him up till after the verdict at the inquest
 And with that unsatisfactory in formation had to be content.
 Three days passed-dark days of si- lence.. I remained at home in my chambers. purchasing newspapers ev- sery hour throughout the day. expect ing always to see that my old friend was charged with murder. But ap- parently nothing had transpired. k The mystery in Radcliffe Gardens was but a nine-day wonder. and al- forget it. Wonderful 1t is how very short the memory of our British pub lie is to-day! The biggest scandal of Monday is nowadays forgotten by Saturday. and the well known man or woman who is disgraced in the divorce court in January figures again in July in the "sociar column. as though no blemish lay upon their characters. Populations seem untarnishable in these hustling days of moral e1asti- city.
 One fact was hideously plain to me F If Granny were free he most cer- tafnly would have written or teIe- graphed news of his wherebaouts. He would never have left me in ignorance. Besides was not the story of the good woman at Colsterworth quite sufficient to reveal the truth?
 My position was intolerable. When ever went out I was watched by some lurking spy in the pay of the police. The same man seldom follow ed me. but, conscious always of being watched. the feeling was distinctly uncanny one. It seemed as though Cunliffe's friend Morton-the officer who had treated me with such court esy-now held me in distinct, suspicion as an accessory.
 l. Being entirely in the dark as to what fate had befallen Cough. I was utterly unable to act. could only possess myself in patience and wait.
 Twice Myra had written to me-long letters. begging me to send her news of her lover. and repeating her con tlnued confidence in him. How could I reply?
 knew nothing, and my own con- hdence had been. of necessity. a good deal shaken by what had seen and heard.
 Thus nearly week passed. a l tinent again. and so. perhaps escape the rigid surveillance upon me. And yet to leave England meant forsaking my friend.
 On two occasions I passed the small drab-painted house in Bolton street. Piccadilly. the smart little place which was Garshore's home. Inquiries I made in the neighborhood were to the effect that Ralph Garshore had taken it and furnished it about four years before. but owing to some heavy losses he had sustained on the turf he had been compelled to sublet it to young Lord southchurch. and had gone abroad.
 I had contrived to strike up an ac- quaintance with his lordship's chauf- fcur. a smart young fellow. who prov ed 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 parliament for one of the Liverpool divisions for years. When he died he left his son eighty thousand pounds. but in year or two he lost it all by betting. He was pretty hard up when we came here-duns coming to the place every day and writs a-pourin' in I fancy his lordship. who was an old friend. lent him a bit to go on with. Then he went abroad. and for nearly eighteen months we haven't seen him-till the day before yester- day"
 sOh. he's been to the house-eh?" asked. quickly.
 'sYes. sir." replied the young man., His lordship was out at the club. but knowing MT. Garshore. Franklin. the valet, and allowed him to go up- stairs and get something he wanted out of the safe in the library"
 "Then he has his valuables still locked away in the house?"
 s'Yes, sir. That was part of the agreement. believe. that he should still retain the key of the safe and have access to itl whenever he re- quired.''