Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-07-30

laugh, you weren't invited. You were.
as the police say, wanted"
BE quiet. Toni" his father COM
manded. That's not the way to talk
to anybody"
Cayley's lips framed a faint, satirical
smile, and again he bowed slowly. But
he said nothing, and stood, waiting for
b old gentleman to go on.
This Mr.. Fanshaw seemed to ind it
rather difficult to do. At last. how
ever, he appeared to find the words he
wanted. when Miss Fielding gave
US an account this morning of the
strange visitor she had received last
night. We were-I was, at least-in-
clined to think she had been dreaming
1t without knowing 1t. To convince me
that you were real and not a vision
h showed me a material and highly
interesting souvenir of your call. II
was an Eskimo throwing-stick, Mr..
Cayley, such as the Alaskan and ST.
berian Indians use to throw darts and
harpoons with. 1t happens that I'VE
had a good deal Of experience among
those people, and that 1 know how
deadly an implement it is"
He made a little pause there, and
then looked up suddenly into Cayley's
face. And l imagine he continued
very slowly, that you know that as
well as 1 do"
Cayley made no answer at all. but If
Mr.. Fanshaw hoped to find, with those
shrewd eyes of his, any look of guilt
or CONSERVATION In the pale face that
confronted him he was disappointed
SlIddanlu ha tr1~.al - IL
Where is hat thing that Donovan
rought aboard with him just now?"
he asked.
The blood-stained dart lay on the
deck beside Toms chair. He picked
1t up and held it out toward his father.
but the elder man. with a ges-
ture, indicated to cayley that he
was to taxi it in his hand; then,
Jeanne, my dear" he asked, will you
fetch out from the cabin the stick
which dropped from MI. Cayley's belt
last night?"
When she had departed on the er-
rand, he spoke TO Cay1ey. You viii
observe that the butt of this dart is not
notched, Is it would have TO be if it
were shot from a bow"
He did not look at Cayley's face as
he spoke, but at his hands. Could it
be possible, he wondered, that those
hands could hold the thing with that
sinister brown stain upon 1.-THE stain
of Perry Hunters blood-without
tremblingG They were steady enough,
though, so far as he could see.
When Jeanne came out with the stick
he handed that to Cayley also. You
will notice. he said, '.that that dart
and the grove In this stock were evil
IDENTIFY made for each other, Mr.. Cay
ley"
The pupils of Jeanne,s eyes dilated
as she watched the accused man III
them together, and then balance +he
stick in his hand, as if trying to dis
we how it could be put to so deadly
a use as Mr.. Fanshaw a indicated.
He seemed preoccupied by nothing
more h a a purely Intellectual curl
osity.
His GOODNESS seemed to anger Mr..
Fanshaw, as it had formerly angered
his son. For a moment this sudden
anger Of his rendered him almost in
erticulate. Then:
I'VE don't want a demonstration"
came like the explosions of a quick-f1re
gun. and you have no need for trying
experiments. You knew how nicely
that dart would fit in the groove that
was cut for it. You knew. altogether
too well, what the stain is that dis
colors it. You know where we found
that dart You're only surprised that
1t was ever found at ail-it and the
body of the man it slew"
Everything you say is perfectly
true" said Cayley. very quietly 81 am
surprised hat the body of that man
vas eve recovered. I'm a little sur
prised. also. that you should think, be-
cause this stick fell from my belt last
night, and this dart, which you found
transflxing a mans throat this MORN
ing"
Tom Fanshaw interrupted him.. His
eyes were blazing with excitement. ut
was not from US hat you learned that
that dart transflxed the murdered
mans throat." he cried.
II knew 1t, nevertheless" said Cay
ley in that quiet voice. not looking to-
ward the man he answered, but stin
keeping his eyes on old Mr.. Fanshaw;
and also a little surprised n went
on, as II he had not been interrupted,
that you should think, because this
stick and this dart fit together, that l
am, necessarily, a murderer"
you have admitted it now, at all
events" Mr.. Fanshaw replied. His
voice grew quieter. too. as the intensity
of his purpose stsadied it. 81 suppose
that is because. upon this 'No-Man's-
Land you are outside the pale Of law
and statute-beyond the Jurisdiction OF
any court. / tell you this: I think We
would be justified In giving you a trial
and hanging you from that yard