Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1910-02-11
CHAPTER VII.

Montresor stood for a moment and
gazed after the receding train with a
great disgust in his heart. Nor was his
indignation against himself altogether
due to pure sense of his duty to Mr..
Caterhouse. The old feeling of rivalry
with Langrishe had awakened In him
when he saw that supercilious smile on
the face at the carriage window.
After the first moment of stupefaction
he turned to look for porter who could
tell him when the next train for Carries
hope started. He found that there was
one at II o'clock. But it was a slow
train, and, though it started only an
| hour after the other, it did not reach
Carleshope till nearly two hours later.
| Nevertheless he determined to go by it.
| He spent the intervening time in the
station, so resolved was he not to be
| late again.
| He got into a first-class carriage. Hie
only companion was a rosy, middle aged
| gentleman who studied a newspaper as.
siduously for the first hour of the Jour
ney, but presently the two travellers en-
tered into conversation.
They were close to Carleshope station
before it occurred to MOntresor that if
! this pleasant gentleman lived on this
| line he might be pumped concerning Mr..
Thomas Wilson. He could devise no
more delicate means of beginning his in.
vestigations than bluntly asking
! do you happen to know a man called
| Thomas Wilson in this neighborhood?
| The middle aged gentleman burst into
jolly laugh.
do I happen to know Thomas Will
| hn 49,
| 81 ought to know Thomas Wilson, see-
ing that l am he!"
Montresor's amazement and dismay at
this unexpected intelligence was so OBJ
vious that Mr.. Wilson ceased to laugh,
and asked little testify
SIS there anything so very astonishing
| in thst?"
Montresor endeayored to smile uncon-
cernedly.
Nothing the least astonishing" he
said politely. Then he paused
"Haye you any business with mef''
| asked Thomas Wilson. urbanely.
The train was already slackening
speed for Carleshope station. There was
no time to be lost.
yes" answered Montresor boldly. II
have come on behalf of friend, MIR.
4 DenzlI Caterhouse."
Never heard of Denzil Caterhouse in
my life"
perhaps l am making a mistake
said Montresor in great hurry, for the
train was now stopping. II was told to
ask for Mr.. Thomas Wilson's house, but
| Wilson is a common name"
There is no Thomas Wilson about
here that l know except myself" re-
| turned the other, jumping out of the
train which was now at a standstill.
A party of young people, varying in
ages from II to 5, precipated themselves
upon him the moment his foot touched
the platform.
"Oh, daddy" they all cried stimuli
taneously. "Why did you come by that
horrid slow train? We have been wait.
ing here for ever so long"
Montresor stood and gazed in bewil.
derment. There was surely some mis-
| take.
Mr.. Wilson, when he had satisfied the
demands of all the children for kisses,
turned to the young man.
IF you have any business really with
me-" he said courteously, 81 shall be
very glad if you will come up to lunch
with me- can give you lift there"
Montresor stood for moment unde-
cided He wished he had left the affair
| to Langrishe who would have known
exactly what to do. AS usual when in a
| dilemma, MontresOr resorted to the sim
pie truth.
II have come to ask you about Dem
zilia Lavenham,' he said briefly
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