The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-05-18
by CAROLYN WELLS
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 very good, sir, said the impressive Harris, who was becoming accus- toned to sudden and unexpected or ders s:,
 They had chosen their time we'll for the search, and were not inter rupted. Most of the members of the household were in their own rooms; and there happened to be no callers who entered the house.
 Molly Gardner had gone away early . that morning. She had declared that she stayed longer she should be downright i'll. and after vainly try ing to persuade Kitty to go with her, had returned alone to New York.
 Tom Willard and Lawyer Peabody were in Madeleine's sitting-room, go- ing over the papers in her desk, in a general attempt to learn anything of her affairs that might be important to know. They had desired Miss Du- puy's presence and assistance, but the young woman refused to go to them. saying she was still too indisposed, and remained under care of Marie. in her own room.
 Fessenden suggested that Kitty should make search in the library while he did the same in the draw ing-room; and that afterward they zho,,gd rborUo v,loneo
 Kitty shivered a little as she went into the room that had been the scene of the tragedy. but she was really anxious to assist Fessenden, however insignificant, that would help in the least toward averaging poor Maddy's death
 And yet it was seemingly a hope less task. Though she carefully and systematically scrutinized walls, rugs and furniture, not a clue could she find
 She was on her hands and knees under a. table when Tom Willard came into the room.
 What are you -doing?" he said,- unable t5 repress a smile as Kitty, with her curly hair a bit dishevelled, came scrambling out.
 Hunting for clues" she said brief
 There are no .fclues," said Tom gravely. Its the most inexplicable efair all around
 Then you have no suspicion on any one?"e
 My dear MissFrench,' said Tom, looking at her kindly, as one might at child. but speaking decidedly: don't let the amusement of amateur detective work lead you into making unnecessary trouble for people. If detective work is to be done, leave it to experienced and professional hands. A girl hunting for broken sleeve-links or shreds of clothing is foolishly theatrical
 Wiliards grave but gentle voice made Kitty think that she and Fes- senden were acting childishly, but after Tom, who had come on an errand. had left the room, Kitty con- fded to herself that she would rath- CT act fooIishly at Rob Fessenden's bidding than to follow thel wise ad- vice of any other man.
 This was saying good deal, but as she said it only to herself, she felt sure her confidence would not be be-
 Not half an hour had elapsed when Kitty appeared at the drawing-room door with a discontented face, and said, There's positively nothing in the library that doesn't belong there. It has been thoroughly swept and dusted away
 Same here," said Fessenden de- jectedly. However, let's change rooms, 90 we can both feel sure" Then Kitty searched the drawing room, and Rob the library, and they both scrutinized every inch of the gall.
 .T didn't find so much as a thread" said Kitty, as they sat down cn a great carved seat in the hall to 0eompare notes.
 "I didn't either,'' said Rob, with one insignificant exceptions; in the drawing-room I found this, but it doesn't mean anything"
 As he spoke he drew from his pocket tiny globule of a silver col or.
 What is it?" asked Kitty, taking it with her finger-tips from the palm of his hand.
 Its a cachou-"
 And what in the world is a cachou? What is it for?"
 why, it's a little confection filled with a sort of spice. Some men use rhem after smoking, to eradicate the cdor of tobacco"
 Eat them, do you mean? Are they good to eat?" and impulsive Kit ty was about to pop the tiny thing into her mouth, when Rob caught her hand.