The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1910-03-17

Hal research, quiet, anu Ol HO Oe,u hA"
it's 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 Picadilly tailor. hanging in the
closet of one of the bedrooms. These
must have fitted a 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 1t.
nearly a week previous. The garter
Johnny had found on the threshold
was q woeful aggravation.
IF the owner had only lost one OF
Them" soliloquized Johnny, Il might
have traced him by matching the pair.
AS II II now, there's no chance at ALL"
Mr.. Franz. who was a plump little
German, a shade too tailored. a
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 boil,
prints was manifest.
Then they led him into the presence
the shadow Of the window wrapped in
a wadded gown OF poppy red silk She
was very listless 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 a lit
tie ahead of his escort. Mrs. Wayne,
calculated the banker. letting fall his
little black valise. why, they told
me you were dead!"
He advanced few steps. and reach
ed forth his hand. but the moment he
glimpsed Mrs. Harcourt's eyes he drop
ped his outstretched arm and stepped
back.
not-the-Same." he
murmured. studying closely the face
and figure before him. Mrs HARBOUR,
dropped her eyes in a terrified fash
ion and raised them again to find the
soft. calm gaze OF Philip Hartley fixed
steadily upon her. For a full momen,
she looked sharply. composedly al
Hartley. then from him to her hus.
hand. and then again to Franz. Spring
ing from her chair. with the terror of a
child. she flung aside her wrappings
and throwing herself upon Hartley
chung to him, screaming:
"Oh. can't you save me from them
save me, take me away: they kill me
with those awful drugs!"
Franz paled and turned his horri.
fed gaze out Of the window.
THE delirium again!" cried Har
court. Poor girl. poor girl"
Harcourt strove to take his wife
away, but she would not loose hel
grasp upon the arm OF the reporter
and there was no gainsaying the CLASP
of those cold and faulty interlockec
fingers.
Hartley. the tender. coaxed the
frightened woman into the bedroom
and despite Harcourt's expostulationi
sent for a doctor. Harcourt swore they
would kill her and declared himself g
better man OF medicine than half the
practitioners In the town. Every time
he approached his wife, however. she
broke into frightful screams. and KEEP
her eyes constantly averted from hel
husbands gaze. The sight of Franz
appeared to have broken some chain
have forged some link in her mint
that bore directly upon this mystery
| unfolding mystery.
While they anticipated the doctor
the examination of Henry Franz wen
on. 1t was disappointing In its in In.
definiteness of result.
But the BODY of Cerinse Wayne hat
been taken from the vault where 1t La,
pending Identification by Mr.. Franz
so from Mrs. Harcourt's rooms the,
led him to the body. Their the coffir
lid was loosened and the shrouded fig.
| ure Of the dead woman was revealed
She was more the image Of Mrs. Har
court than Mrs. Harcourt herself. Fol
Mrs Harcourt. when they left her. wa.
sunk in a deadly coma. and the livol
of death seemed reflected on her coun.
tenance- Cerisse Wayne lay there
calm, quiet and all at ease, like sleep
ing marble.
Wonderful. wonderful: The like
| ness" commented Mr.. Franz. HI
scrutinized the face and hands Of tn,
corpse closely and said slowly:
Il am positive that this is the WON
an that our firm knew as Ceriss,
Wayne Who the woman at the Di
| rectory Hotel may be, the woman wh'
so closely resembles ser, cannot say
All know of Mrs. Wayne is that he
deposits with us have been coming
as / wrote you. for some time. Whel
we had notice of her death we delay
ed opening her safety deposit box til
we had a court order. Within we fount
the most gorgeous collections OF jewell
imag able-here are photographs o
them ecklaces. stomachers. all o
them ,.nkets for the adjoining o
woma... Also copies concerning trans
fers of various property interests II
Central Africa, particularly in the re
gions mapped as UNEMPLOYED. Severa
| of these make mention. indefinitely. o
uidIlOnQ mines OF great Ediue, dppdT
emily. One typewriter letter was fl
the box. addressed to Mrs Wayne AM
signed. Your Fond Father Here is
copy OF IT,"
My Dear Daughter-It is will
great despair that l urge upon yol
again. the necessity for finding you
| brother Francis. and securing from
him the route to the Tiougaley Mines
He IS the only living soul who has thi
knowledge. His refusal to divulge tn
| information to me is but anothe
proof of his unnatural and unfilial at
| tituGe. / must insist that you fin,
Francis and make him tell you the 10
| cation of the lost fields. Cease seeking
| your viii o. the wisp ideal-your fool
| ish love. Find Francis instead an,
| having found him return home &
| Hackleye as soon as possible. He 4
growing uncontrollably jealous Of you
and not only threatening your life. blu
mine, and that of the children. toe
They are both well. but Paula has ha,
much trouble with her throat since tn
rains began. I'm afraid she will neve
be we'll in this climate. Do not mis-
understand me. Hackleye is wher