The Glenwood post., 1910-06-04
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l ohi luite certain Sue ulu uOt- buI
as long as learn only parts of the
truth, from both you and her, what
can | do? | know you picked up some
thing in the flower bed; you refuse
to tell me what it was. | know Miss
Gertrude went back to the billiard
room to get something, she refuses to
say what You suspect what happened
to the cuff-link, but you won't tell me-
SO far all | am sure of is this: | do
not believe Arnold Armstrong was the
midnight visitor who SO alarmed you
by dropping shall we say, golf
stick? And l believe that when he
did come he was admitted by some
one in the house. Who knows-it may
have been-Liddy!"
l stirred my tea angrily.
Il have always heard" 1 said dry
ly, that undertakers' assistants are
jovial young men. A mans sense of
humor seems to be in inverse proper
tion to the gravity of his profession"
"A mans sense of humor is bar
barous and cruel thing, Miss Innes,"
he admitted. 1T is to the feminine
as the hug of a bear is to the scratch
of-well. anything with claws. Is that
you, Thomas? Come in"
Thomas Johnson stood in the door
way He looked alarmed and appre-
hensive, and suddenly l remembered
the sealskin dressing bag in the
lodge. Thomas came just inside the
door and stood with his head droop-
ing, his eyes, under their shaggy gray
brows, fixed on Mr. Jameson
Thomas" said the detective, not
unkindly, Il sent for you to tell us
what you told Sam Bohannon at the
club the day before Mr.. Arnold was
found here, dead. Let me see. You
came here Friday night to see Miss
Innes, didn't you? And came to work
here Saturday morning?"
For some unexplained reason
Thomas looked relieved
"Yas, sah," he said. You see 1t
were like this: When Mistah Arm
strong and the family went away, Mis-
Watson an me, we was lef' in charge
| till the place was rented. Mis- Wat
son, she've bin here good while, an
she warn skeery. So she slep' in the
house. Id bin havin' tokens-I toll
Mis- Innes some of 'em-an' l slep'
In the lodge. Then one day Mis- Wat
son. she came to me an she sez. seq
she: Thomas, you'll hev to sleep up
in the big house. I'm too nervous
to do it any more. But l jes' reckon
to myself that eff it's too skeery fer
her, it's too skeery fer me. We had
it, then, sho nuff, and it ended up
with Mis- Watson stayin' in the lodge
nights an me lookin' fer work at de
club"
Did Mrs. Watson say that any
thing had happened to alarm her?"
NO, sab. She was jes' materially
skeered. Well, that was all, far's I
know, until the night come over to
see Mis- Innes. l come across the
valley, along the path from the club
house, and l goes home that way.
Down in the creek bottom 1 almost
run into a man. He wuz standin' with
his back to me, an he was workin'
with one of these yere electric light
things that fit in yer pocket. He was
havin' trouble-one minute it'd flash
out, an the mex it'd be gone he'd
a view of is white dress shirt an tie.
as passed. l didn't see his face. But
l know it warn't Mr.. Arnold 1t was
taller man than Mr.. Arnold. Besides
that, Mr.. Arnold was playin' cards
when l got to the club house, same's
he'd been doin' all day"
And the next morning you came
back along the path,' pursued Mr.
Jameson relentlessly.
THE mex mornin' come back
along the path an down where dun
see the man night befoh, picked up
this here" The old man held out q
tiny object and Mr.. Jameson took It.
Then he held it on his extended palm
for me to see. 1t was the other half
of the pearl cuff-link!
But Mr.. Jameson was not quite
through questioning him.
And SO you showed 1t to Sam. at
the club, and asked him If he knew
Sam said-what?"
Wal, Sam, he lowed he'd seen
such pair of cuff-buttons in shirt
belongin' to Mr.. Bailey-Mr. Jack
Bailey. sah."
I'll keep this link. Thomas, for
while," the detective said. That's
all wanted to know. Goodnight"
AS Thomas shuffled out, Mr.. jamie.
son watched me sharply.
You see, Miss Innes," he said, "Mr.
Bailey insists on mixing himself with
this thing. If Mr.. Bailey came here
that Friday night expecting to meet
Arnold Armstrong, and missed him
if, as l say, he had done this, might
he not, seeing him enter the following
night. have struck him down, as he
had intended before?"
But the motive?" 1 gasped.
There could be motive proved,
think. Arnold Armstrong and John
Bailey have been enemies since the
latter, cashier Of the Traders bank.
brought Arnold almost into the