The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1910-06-01
CHAPTER vII.-Continued.

SHAfI6H
"Liddy," I called. go through the
house at once and see who is missing,
or II any one is. Well have to clear
this thing at once. Mr.. Jameson. If
you will watch here l will go to the
lodge and find Warner. Thomas
would be of no use. Together you
may be able to force the door"
"A good idea," he assented. But
there are windows, of course. and
there is nothing to prevent whoever is
in there from getting out that way
Then lock the door at the top of
the basement stairs" suggested.
land patrol the house from the out
side
We agreed to this, and ! had a
feeling that the mystery of Sunny
side was about. to be solved. I ran
down the steps and along the drive.
Just at the, corner | ran full tilt into
somebody who seemed to be as much
alarmed as I was. 1t was not until I
had recoiled a step or two that rec
ognized Gertrude. and she me.
Good gracious, Aunt Ray" she ex-
claimed, what is the natter"
There's somebody locked in the
laundry" painted. THAT is-unless-
you didn't see any one crossing the
lawn or skulking around the house.
did you?"
Il think we have mystery on the
BRAIN" Gertrude said YEARLY. mo.
]. haven't seen any one, except old
Thomas, who looked for all the world
as II he had been ransacking the pan
try. What have you locked in the
laundry"
IL can't wait to explain" l replied.
81 must get Warner from the lodge. II
you came out for air. you'd better put
on your overshoes" And then I no
ticed that Gertrude was limping-not
much. but sufficiently to make her
progress very slow, and seemingly
painful.
You have hurt yourself" said
sharply.
Il fell over the carriage block" she
explained. Il thought perhaps
might see Halsey coming home. He
he ought to be here"
fastened to the lodge.
Wnefe Is warmer ] asked.
IL think he's in bed. ma'am."
Get him up" said. and for good
ness sake open the door. Thomas. I'll
wait for Warner"
Its kind o. close in here, ma am
he said. obeying gingerly. and disclos-
ing q cool and comfortablelooking in
terror. Perhaps you'd keer to set on
ho rnrcb an raef y0n'QQlf"
II was SO evident that Thomas did
not want me inside that went in.
Tell Warner he is needed in a hur-
ry," I repeated. and turned into the
little sitting room. / could hear
Thomas going up the stairs. could
hear him rouse Warner. and the steps
of the chauffeur as he hurriedly
dressed. But my attention was busy
with the room below.
On the center table, open, was a
sealskin travelling bag. 1t was filled
with gold-topped bottles and brushes.
and 1t breathed opulence, luxury. fem
ininity from every inch Of surface.
How did it get there? ! was still ask
ing myself the question when Warner
came running down the stairs and
into the room. He was completely but
somewhat anonymously dressed. and
his open, boyish face looked abashed.
He was country boy, absolutely
frank and reliable, of fair education
and intelligence-one of the small
army of American youths who turn a
natural aptitude for mechanics into
the special field of the automobile.
and earn good salaries in a congenial
occupation.
What is 1t, Miss Innes?" he asked
anxiously.
There is some one locked in the
laundry" / replied. "Mr. Jameson
wants you to help him break the lock.
Warner, whose bag is this?"
He was in the doorway by this time.
and he pretended not to hear.
Warner" called, come back
here. Whose bag is this?"
He stopped then. but he did not turn
around.
"1ts-it belongs to Thomas" he
said, and fed up the drive.
-4p Thomas, A London bag with
piryors and cosmetic jars of which
n6inas could not even have guessed
tnDp use - however. put tne Dag IN
the back of my mind. which was fast
becoming stored with anomalous and
apparently irreconcilable facts. and
followed Warner to the house.
Liddy had come back to the kitch-
en-; the door to the basement stairs
was double-barred, and had a table
pushed against it; and beside her on
the table was most of the kitchen par
aphernalia.
Did you see IL there was any one
missing in the house?" asked. ignor-
ing the array of sauce pans, rolling
pins and the poker of the range.
Rosie is missing" Liddy said with
JUNCTION. She had objected to Rosie,
the parlor maid. from the start. Mrs.
Watson went into her room, and found
she had gone without her hat. People
that trust themselves a dozen miles
from the city. in strange houses. with
servants they don't know. needn't be