The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-05-21
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said Rob, after he had told his whole srtry, but the burden of suspicion has been lifted from Carleton, wher- ever it may next be placed"
 At first Kitty was disiuclined to think Cicely could be implicated.
 She's such a slip of a grill" she said "I don't believe that little blue eyed, yellow-haired thing could stab anybody
 But you mustn't reason that way nrgued Rob. Opinions don't count at all. We must try to get at the facts. Now let us go at once and in- terview Miss Dupuy. Can't we see her in that sitting-room, as we did before? And she mustn't be allowed to faint this time.'
 We can't help her fainting," de- clared Kitty, little indignantly. You're just as selfish as all other men. Everything must bow to your wiII.'
 T never pretended to any unman- ly degree of unselfishness." said Rob blandly "But we must have this in- terview at once. Will you go ahead and prepare the way?"
 For answer Kitty ran upstairs and knocked at the door of what had been Madeline's sitting-room. where Miss Dupuy was usually to be found at this hour of the day.
 The door was opened by Marie, who replied to. Kitty's question with a frightened air.
 Miss Dupuy? She is gone away. On the train with luggage"
 Gone, Why, when did she go?''
 But a half-hour since. She went most suddenly"
 .'she did indeed! Does Miss Morton know of this?''
 "Thst do not know. but think so."
 Kitty turned to find Fessenden be- hind her, and as he had overheard the latter part of the conversation he came into the room and closed the door. He said to the maid, "ten us your idea of why Miss Dupuy went away"
 -She was in fear" said Marie de- liberately.
 Tn fear of vhat?"
 s.In fear of the detectives, and the questions they ask, and the dreadful coroner man. Miss Dupuy is not herself any more; she is so in fear she cannot sleep at night. Always she cries in her dream.'
 Fessenden glanced at Kitty. What does she say, Marie?" he asked.
 '.Nothing that I can understand M-sieu-, '1 must go away I canno. again aswer those dreadful questions I shall betray my sevret. Over and over she mutters that"
 Fessenden began to grow excited Surely this was evidence, and Cicely's departure seemed to emphasize it. Without another word he went in search of Miss Morton.
 Did you know Miss Dupuy was go-
 
 "Yes." she replied. '"The poor girl is completely worn out.
 For the past few days she has been looking over Madeleine's letters and overworked, besides the fearful ner- vous strain we are all under"
 Where has she gone?"
 don't know. I meant to ask her to leave and address, but she said she would write me as soon as she reached her destination, and ] thought no more about it.''
 Miss Morton, she has run away Some evidence has come to light that makes it seem possible she may be implicated in Madeline's death, and her sudden departure points toward Ter guilt
 Guilt! Miss Dupuy? Oh, impos- siblel She is a strange and emotional creature: but she couldn't kill anybody She isn't that sort.''
 I'm getting a little tired of hear lHS tfiStt tulS one or lHaC one 1Sn that sort Do you suppose anybody in decent society would ever be de- signated as one who is that sort Unless the murderer was some out side tramp or burglar, it must have been some one probably not of that sort But, Miss Morton, we must find Miss Dupuy, and quickly. When did she go?''
 T don't know; some time ago, l think. I ordered the carriage to take her to the station. Perhaps she hasn't gone yet-from the station, l mean"
 Rob looked at his watch. ''Do you know anything about train times?" he asked.
 "No, except that there are not many trains in the afternoon don't even know which way she is going"
 Rob thought quickly. It seemed foolish to try to overtake the girl at the railway station, but it was the only chance. He dashed downstairs and, catching up cap as he rushed through the hall, he was out on the road in a few seconds, and running at a steady practised gait toward the railroad After he had gone a few