The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-02-02

"Oh. hang it. certainly not" gasp
cd Cannington hastily, and with all
The repugnancc which the upper
classes exhibit toward such morbid
sights. I was only asking. as
don't wish to sit in the room with
corpse
The Inspector threw open the door
to display the back premises you
scc.' he said. inviting us by a
gesture to enter the body has been
removed
In the gray daylight. for there
was no sun to graciously soften cru
dities. the room looked forlorn and
chill and lonely. Cannington stepped
a. my heels with nervous shiycr,
for he was somewhat impressionable.
now noticed that there were two
windows in the outer wall. which
looked on to kind OF fenced clear.
ing. sown with cabbages, potatoes
and lceks These jostled each other
In disOrderly fashion, and the
paths between the beds were so
grass grown that 1t was apparent but
little interest had been taken in her
garden by the late owner of the
corner shop. The paling fence, un.
painted and broken. which surround.
ed the oblong OF the cultivated
ground. seemed to push back the en-
circling clms, forming a small untidy
wood behind There was no gate in
, the fence, so the sole means of
egress was through the shop Be
tween the windows was door. lead.
/ ing into this dismal garden. stand
b Ing check by jowl with cumber.
/ some chimney. The back door was
/ locked we found il like that last
night" exclaimed Dredge. now more
communicative and less grim. The
cdd thing is that the key is miss.
ing"
Perhaps Mrs. Caldershaw never
went into her garden" remarked.
1T does not look inviting"
"Oh. she must have gone out OF
that door sometimes" insited the
Inspector. For there Is small shed
filled with Goals and wood outside:
she must have replenished her fire
occasionally. you know. Mr.. Vance"
We'll. then, she probably had lock.
ed the door for the night. when she
was murdered b, as white-cloaked
woman"
Il dare say; but why should the
key be missing?"
Cannington made a suggestion.
The woman locked it when she
escaped"
She escaped through the shop. af.
ter locking Mr. Vance in," retorted
Dredgc. so why should she have
uoublcd to steal the backdoor key.
which, on the face of ii, she did not
require"
Huh" said the boy, she seems
to have a weakness for taking queer
things Mr.. Inspector. Witness the
glass eye"
Drcdge nodded Il hear Miss Des-
tiny knows something about that
At this momenit as If in answer to
her name, the little old lady stepped
daintily into the back room. She
looked as shabby and frail as ever,
but she undoubtedly was a gentle
woman. and her eyes still revealed
strong vitality With curtsey
10 mo and to Cannington. she ad
dressed herself graciously to inspect
or Dredgc.
My trap is at the door sir. and
am anxious to return to my home
al Burwan, since this poor woman
came to see is unfortunately dead"
Murdered said Dredge laconic.
ally.
Miss Destiny blinked With her
wonderfully youthful eyes, and re-.
coilcd with Il nervous gesture of her
hand Murdered, she whispered,
half to herself They did not tell
me that"
Who did not tell you. ma'am?"
= demanded the Inspector brusquely.
Lucinda, my servant, Mr.. Giles
and his wife, she replied brokenly.
How was she murdered, sire"
An ordinary hatpin with a blue
glass bead for head, was thrust
into her heart. ma'am. She must
have died Immediately"
How dreadful. But why should
she be murdered. poor soul?'
so far as | can gather, on ac.
count OF her glass eye. which is
missing. should like TO hear what
you have To say on that point,