Orange County observer., 1909-06-10
BLOOD MONEY.
By G. D. LESLIE


lmag1nary murder. You'll clear ont
quietly one evening and leave the
rest TO me. Now. listen.''
rive days later again knocked at
the door OF the studio. It was opened
20 me by police constable. while On
the moor, magnifying glass In hand
.ia"lso an inspector, after the fash
n VI the late lamented Sherlock
Holmes. He rose as entered.
WY l began. and broke OF
IN simulated wonder.
Good afternoon, sir" said the
scotland Yard man. Are Won .
irlend OF Mr.. Fellowes, may I ask?'
| YES; my names Quinton. Where
IS Mr.. Fellowes?"
Inat's just what we want to know.
He's disappeared
| D1sappeared!"
| Yes; his landlady reports that be
| ala not return home last night and
| certain signs here point unnistakahlv
to foul play"
You don't mean-murder7" =
gasped. :
| The evidence points to it-nn-
less added the detective, by an after
inspiration, Mr.. Fellowes turns m
TO olsprove 1t. When did you see him
| last?" A111a
ABOUT ten last night. I spent the
evening here, I and man named
.uAlhseon, an artist, who has a STU
oio IN the next street. A Pickford
van called at nine for picture which
Mr.. Fellowes is showing at the Down
otreet Galleries. Pilkington LETT
then, and l an hour later. Fellowes
STAYED behind to write some letters"
Inc inspector nodded. THAT tai
lies with the information I have al
ready gathered from Mr.. P1lkington
and the housekeeper. The latter ar
rived this morning at nine O'Clock as
usual was surprised to find the stu
olo door unlocked, and, after a curs-
oiy glance at the room, went for the
poilcs. Look here!"
ically. - '>'''|'' =
lie stains on the floor were gem
u1ne human bloodstains, as no one
knew better than myself. How I cot
the fiuid IS long story.
MI. Fellowes Is dark, isn't he9"
asked the inspector, showing me an
Indian club to which a few h1ack
mars caked with blood adhered. The
russ F'eilowes had made when
pulled them out of his head was sur
prising.
thought so; evidently he was
struck down with this weapon and
the body dragged into the garden
The window was found open: see
mere are more bloodstains leading
right down to the garden"
The inspector and were now IN
the strip of garden at the back II
looked properly Mortified.
You think he was murdered? Rnt
II SO, where Is the body?"
All, there I'm at fault" confessed
the Scotland Yard sleuth-hound:
the murderer or murderers have re-
moved it. I imagined it simply
case of burglary at first, though Mrs.
Jones, the housekeeper, declares
nothing appears to be missing. The
oloodsta1ns pointed to assault and
battery, and tried to get into COM
munlcat1on with Mr.. Fellowes. It
was when l learned that he never re-
turned to his lodgings last night, and
that his landlady didn't know his
whereabouts, and when had ascer-
tanned by telephone that no wounded
man answering to his description had
been admitted to any hospital or DO
lice station, that I suspected murder.
It's the only explanation"
whats to be done!" cried.
Inform the press" stated the in
spector
N pressman myself" I said,
so you need not fear that the mat
ter will lack the fullest publicity"
By a piece of good luck news of
kind such as the public like was
scarce just then, and the Supposed
Murder Of an Artist" received all the
prominence we desired Every
morning and evening paper In Lon
don devoted columns to it.
The press, after two or three DAYS. |
turned its attention to "A Marriage
OF Convenience" The British Paint |
ers' Summer Exhibition was now
open, and the rush of the British |
public to see the pictures in the |
Down Street Galleries put to the
blush those cynics who declare we |
are not an artistic nation. Fellowes
had not been dead three days before |
the world discovered that he was a
great painter. "A Marriage of Con-
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