Barbour County index., 1910-11-09

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was Halsey's idea that John Bailey
come to the house as a gardener. and
pursue his investigations as he could
his smooth upper lip had been sufi-
clent disguise, with his change of
clothes, and haircut by country
barber.
30 1t was Alex, Jack Bailey, who
mad been our ghost Not only had he
alarmed Louise-and himself. he ad-
Hlitted-on the circular staircase, but
ne had dug the hole in the trunkroom
wall, and later sent Eliza into hysteria
Inc. note Liddy had found in Ger
trudes scrap-basket was from him.
and 1t was he who had startled me
into Inconsistencies by the clothes
chute, and, with Gertrude's help. had
earned me to Louise's room. Ger
trude' learned, had watched all
night beside me, in an extremity of
anxiety about me.
That old Thomas had seen his mas
ter, and thought he had seen the Sun
nyslde ghost, there could be no doubt.
of that story of Thomas, about see
ing Jack Bailey in the footpath be-
tween the club and -Sunnyside. the
night Liddy and l heard the noise on
the circular staircase-that, too, was
right. On the night before Arnold
Armstrong was murdered, Jack Bailey
had made an attempt to search for
the secret room. He secured Arnold's
keys from his room at the club and
got into the house, armed with a golf
stick for sounding the walls. He ran
against the hamper at the head of
the stairs, caught his cuff-link in it,
and dropped the golf-stick with a
crash. He was glad enough to get
away without an alarm being raised,
and he took the "owl" train to town.
The oldest thing to me was that
Mr. Jameson had known for some
time that Alex was Jack Bailey. But
the face of the pseudo-gardener was
very queer indeed when, that night.
In the cardroom, the detective turned
to him and said:
How long are you and I going to
play our little comedy, Mr.. Bailey?"
Well, it is all over now. Paul Arm
strong rests in Casanova churchyard,
and this time there is no mistake. I
went to the funeral, because I wanted
TO be sure he was really buried. and
looked at the step of the shaft
Where L had sat that night, and won
dered If it was all real. Sunnyside is
Ior sale-no, shall not buy it. Little
Lucien Armstrong is living with his
step-grandmother, who is recovering
gradually from troubles that had ex
tended over the entire period of her
second marriage. Anne Watson lies
not far from the man she killed and
who as surely caused her death.
Ihomas, the fourth victim of the con-
splracy, is buried on the hill. With
Nina Darlington, five lives were sac
rlhced in the course of this grim con-
spiracy.
Ihere will be two weddings before
long. and Liddy has asked for nv
heliotrope poplin to wear to the
cnurch. L knew she would. She has
wanted it for three years, and she
was quite ugly the time 1 spilled cof-
Zee on it. We are very quiet, Just the
two of us. Liddy still clings to her
ghost theory, and points to my wet
and muddy boots in the trunkroom as
proof. am gray, 1 admit, but I
haven't felt as well in a dozen wears
sometimes. when 1 am bored. I ring
Tor L1ddy, and we talk things over
Wnen Warner married Rosie, Liddy
sn1ffed and said what took for faith.
Tulness in Rosie had been nothing but
have not yet outliyed
Liddy's contempt because 1 gave them
silver knives and forks as a wedding
gift.
SO we sit and talk, and sometimes
Llddy threatens to leave, and often
ischarge her, but we stay together
somehow. l am talking of renting a
house next year, and Liddy says to be
sure there is no ghost. To be perfect
y frank, l never really lived until
nat summer. Time has passed since
began this story. My neighbors are
packing up for another summer. Liddv
s having the awnings put I'D. and tbe
filled. Liddy or no Lid.
iy, L shall advertise tomorrow for a
house in the country, and don't care
it has Circular Staircase.
THE END.