Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-09-22

| EYES," he said, II see it now-why
Granddad Mcclure fiinched at the name
Of Summerfield. why he could not tell
why Arms remained here SO long, and
why he harbored-La Cour-Summerfield
him! He knew something which we
| have yet to learn, something that we
have probably not dreamed of yet. And
| it was the other, the real Summerf1eld,
who lay out there with uncle's ring upon
his finger and fooled the world! Yes, yes.
I see it now"
| l made no answer. and after moment
Milbrath continued:
Can it be that the compact between
uncle and Summerfield was that Sum-
merfield was to die?
| Il dissented with energy.
"Of what earthly use would a fortune
of thirty thousand dollars be to a dead
man without friends?" 1 asked. More
over, the contract stipulated that the
| impersonation was to be for a year, if
Mr.. Somhers desired
| Milbrath groaned.
80 it did. 1 didn't credit the POSSIBLE
| ity, myself. I-think-I was only trying
to find an explanation that doesn't make
the truth so hfdeouS.
II don't believe this is all new to me-"
he went on after slight pause. Half
dozen times I've been on the point of
| asking you whether the eyes of the man
SohSO SuIilucIuolus WfOul we We DUH
| seen, were not more like uncle's than
Summer6eld's of the picture. So, I've
been pretty near the brink of a revela-'
ton, you see. But, Bliss, how can it be
Just as it looks now? Uncle would never
kill. Why. he was not even sportsman
because he could not see blood shed. 1t
must have been an accident-the death
of Summerfield, as you proved that of
Arms to be-
wished with all my heart that could
encourage Milbrath.
THAT might be-" answered, but his
reason for letting the body be found as
it was-of permitting it to be mistaken
for his-and for letting you bear the re-
sponsibility for the-accident? How do
you explain those things?"
Milbrath gaZed at me silently, and the
light that had sprung to his eyes flick
cred out.
HE is the only one who can answer
those questions" he said, presently. But
there is some terrible mistake still to be
explained. or Uncle Peter was not the
man always believed him."
I had long since reached the conclusion
that Peter Somhers had not lived the life
of an upright man. but 1t was useless,
without proof, to upset Milbrath's beau
tifui faith in his uncle's integrity
There was long pause. Then Milbrath
IF you will excuse me I think / will go
to my room now he said, and as he
passed me he laid a hand upon my
shoulder.
You've been a good friend to me.
Bliss, and 1 appreciate your efforts of
the last weeks. I'd give everything l
own to change the past for him; but since
it is unalterable. I suppose 1t is better
that / should know the facts and make
the best of them. OF course this last dis
covery changes the aspect of everything.
We can no longer go on in our efforts to
bring him to justice. You understands
Il know what you mean. But you for
80 %Ink
and it is only a matter of time when he
will be brought to Beverly to explain his
connection with the Arms tragedy. It's
up to him to make good then, and I be-
other! In the circumstances would it
not be wiser for us to write to him-or
see him If We can-and let him know
that we know who he is?''
Milbrath considered the question for a
moment; then he signifed his acqui-
escence.
.'Win you write? Tell him that I bear
no ill-will against him. Il
l followed Milbrath out Of the little
room, but paused in the library to write
a short letter which 1 addressed to
"Philander Symmetrical
Then I went out to the portico and en-
deavored to turn my thoughts from the
revelations Of the evening into pleasant
channels. But no sooner came a mo-
ments diversion than the muff1ed sound
Of footballs in Milbrath's room brought
me back with a shock to the remorseless
present.
Milbrath's face had aged visibly when
we met at the breakfast table seven
hours later. / wondered whether he had
found any rest, for until dawn 1 had
heard him moving about his room, which
was next to mine.
When had given Gaspard orders to be
ready to drive us to the Beverly station
at 10 o'clock, and the man had left the
room. Milbrath turned to me in question.
ITO Boston?'
Eyes; you are to go with me, you
know"
THAT was yesterday. Bliss. we can't
60 on hunting him down, we simply can't.
II the police get him for the Arms at
fair, that's another matter and we can
try to get him out of it without betray-
ing him. But this iSs different. I'm the