Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1910-02-11
CHAPTER TX

RAM, or Franz, Doubleday & Co.,
D"hheFS, San Francisco, California, ar
rived the Wayne murder mystery and
the unaccountable disappearance of
Betty Lansey were still in a chaotic
and unsOlveable state. Likewise the
1ah-Aperilla. His going was like his
colilIhg-unseen by man, unknown and
all untraceable. Hamley HackIeve. too
the strange lessee of "a Briarsweet
place. was not to be found. The milk
man. VINO claimed he had been paid for
months wares in advance, continued
TO leave daily allowance of milk and
cream on the back stoop, and the accu-
mutation Of bottles on the Flanders
doorstep was waxing large. Cables
from London brought word that Hack
Ieye was younger son of the late Sir
Walter Hackleye; that for four years
past he had been conducting tropical
explorations and that he was possess
ed or an Immense private fortune. The
immediate family, an aged mother and
widowed sister, and two brothers, both
unmarried, lived in England for years
and had heard nothing of Hamley that
bore upon his life with any degree of
detIniteness. He was a bookish sort of
fellow; imaginative and fond of origi-
nal research. quiet, and of no bad hab-
its so far as they knew, agreed all re-
ports. No photographs of him since
he was a plump little codger of six
were to be had. A copy of one Of these
so ran the message, was being made in
London. and would be forwarded i'm
mediately upon completion.
Johnny Johnson felt that he had
drawn a blank in his sleuthing expedi-
ton through the house at "a Briar-
sweet Place, where the death chamber
visitor had vanished. The rooms smell
ed musty and the house bore the stamp
Of the unoCCupied save for several
suits Of clothes, wearing the imprint
of a Picadilly tailor, hanging in the
closet of one of the bedrooms. These
must have fitted man Of medium
height and build. There were no per-
sonal memoranda around, and to all
intents the house was the same as
when Attorney Flanders had let it,
nearly a week previous. The garter
Johnny had found on the threshold
was woeful aggravation.
IF the owner had only lost one of
them" soliloquized Johnny, T might
have traced him by matching the pair
AS it is now, there's no chance at ALL"
Mr. Franz, who was a plump little
German, a shade too we'll tailored,
whit too urbane, had fetched with him
a picture of Cerisse Wayne that tailed
exactly with the portrait that had
blown from HarcOurt's window. That
the same negative had permitted both
prints was manifest.
Then they led him into the presence
of Mrs. Harcourt. She was sitting in
the shadow of the window wrapped in
a wadded gown o. poppy 70" :''h she
was very Iistless and had not spoken a
word for hours. Harcourt declared that
this had been her wont at intervals
since the death of the baby
They sent Franz into the room lit
+In ahead of his escort. Mrs. Wayne"
eiacuIated the banker, letting fall his
little black vaIise. why, they told
me YOU were dead"
He advanced a few steps, and reach
ed forth his hand, but the moment he
e,Iimpsed Mrs. Harcourt's eyes he drop
ned his outstretched arm and stepped
back
.r+--is-it-is-n ot-the-Same," he
,,,,,,,oured. studying closely the face
a,,d figure before him. Mrs. Harcourt
dronned her eyes in a terrified fash
49, and raised them again to find the
soft, calm gaze of Philip Hartley fixed
steadily upon her. For a full moment
eba looked sharply composedly at
HARTLEY, then from him to her nus
hond and then again to Franz. Spring
80 from her chair, with the terror of
ohj,d she flung aside her wrappings,
"a throwing herself upon Hartley,
o,ung to him, screaming:
ooh can't you save me from them;
uova me, take me away; they kill me
with those awful drugs!
Franz paled and turned his horri-
ead gaze out of the window.
"The delirium again!" cried Har
court poor girl, poor girl"
uarcourt strove to take his wife
o~.-ov hut she would not loose her
crash upon the arm of the reporter
opd there was no gainsaying the clasp
of those cold and faulty interlocked
fingers. A.,
Hartley the tender, coaxed the
erirrb+aned woman into the bedroom,
and despite Harcourt's approximations
-oo+ for doctor. Harcourt swore they
1yould kill her and declared himself
better man of medicine than half tne
-,+it;opers in the town. Every time
- onnroach ed his wife, however, she
Yoke into frightful screams, and kept
~. e1as constantly averted from her
h hv gaze. The sight of Franz
appeared to have broken some ena man,
have forged some INK IN hei i.lilio
that bore directly upon this mystery
While they anticipated the doctor
tho examination of Henry Franz went
on It was disappointing in It's IN IN
dofniteness of result
- DIT +he body of Cerisse Wayne had
-, from, the vault where II lay
p pep Identification by Mr.. Franz.
p - from Mrs. Harcourt's rooms they
lad him to the body. Then the comm