The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-03-22
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xES SE1zs 2e1RaEzdA1kk2 likes it to remain as it was in Sir Mortimer's time. He used this part of the house sometimes; he was rath- CT strange man, eccentric and fond of solitude. Poor fellow"
 stSir Mortimer" said Vane, frown- ing thoughtfully. Seem to have heard something about him."
 Evelyn hesitated moment; then, as briefly as she could. she told Vane the story of Sir Mortimer's adventur- ous life, his murder, the abduction of his child, and the theft of the giant ruby Vane was deeply interested. They had seated themselves on cou- pie of antique chairs, from which Vane had swept the dust with the end of his coat. He had begged permission to light his pipe. and he smoked in silence. as much interest ed in the narrator as in the tragic history; his eyes dwelt on Evelyn's face with a rapt expression, as if he could have sat and listened to the sweet voice and watched the beauti- full, eloquent face until the old roof fell on top of them.
 Extraordinary story! Most old houses like this have a skeleton hid den about them somewhere; but this is a peculiarly gruesome one. Strange that such a crime. such a treble crime. should have remained undis- covered!"
 "Yes, isn't it?'' said Evelyn.
 He saw her shudder, and he at once jumped up, saying:
 Shall we continue our explora- tion?"
 "Yes," she said quickly, throwing off the effect her story had produced on her. There's a door here that leads through another room into the tower. Here it is, behind this hanging" Tapestry, by George!" he murmur- ed.
 She inserted the key in the lock, but she could not turn it. Vane went to her assistance, and his hand got mixed up with hers; he felt him. self thrill all through, and he avert ed his eyes. If he looked up at her, he would have seen that her face had grown crimson and that her eyes were downcast. A turn of his strong hand opened the door, and they pass ed into a room similar in character and condition to that which they had left, but small bed of carved wood stood in the corner; there were sew eral other articles of bedroom furni- ture and an antique writing-table The room looked as if it had scarcely been disturbed since it had been las, slept in years ago.
 "Sir Mortimer used to sleep here sometimes, I believe" said Evelyn, in a rather hushed voice.
 'Not particularly comfortable" ob- served Vane, looking round. "There I must have been ever so many better rooms in the other, the used part >1 the Hall"
 "Oh, yes!'' she said; "but he had a strange fancy for living in the old wing"
 "It was not here that the murder l was committed?" asked Vane. He | put the question unthinkingly, and was sorry that he had put it, for Ev- elyn had started and turned pale. "I-I don't know" she said in g hushed voice. "It may have been Perhaps that is why my father wifi not have the place disturbed. Oh think of it!' She shuddered and look ed round the ghostly room. Perhaps the murderer came in, escaped, by that window"
 "It may not be the room," he said quickly, abruptly. Let us get out o1 this, and go into the tower" l With some difficulty he unlocked door, and unconsciously Evelyn crep1 closer to him; and she drew a sigt of relief as the door creaked oper and breath of fresher air met them Vane closed the bedroom door aftel him, remarking quietly:
 ''We can get out by another way, dare say" He did not want her te
 return through that crime-hauntet room. He was conscious of a GU rious longing to protect her from any thing that would sadden or frighter her.
 They now stood in an octagona apartment, the base of the tower There was no furniture in it; it wa
 empty save for a few old packing
 cases, some straw, a broken lantern
 and one or two tools-a mattock, | broken spade-which might hav
 been put there by one of the garden
 CTS. The floor was paved with slab
 of stone, the walls had been left Il the rough, but a very finely carved
 moulding line of masonry ran rount
 them about halfway up, and Vane' quick eye fell on it admiringly. By George!" he exclaimed; that
 splendid! A bit of pure Norman, an,
 in very fine condition! I should liiS
 to have a tracing of that