The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-05-25

to mark what enect had been made oi the servants by the action and conduc of young Cumberland.
 It was not so easy to determine a, the anxious detective might wish Only one of them showed simple emotion. and that one was. withou any possibility of doubt. the cook. Sht was Roman Catholic and was sim ply mortified by the sacrilege of whicf she had been witness. There was nt mistaking her feelings. But those O the other two women were more com. plex.
 So were those of the men. Zadok specially watched each movement of his young master with open distrust and very nearly started upright in his repugnance and dismay when that in- truding hand fell on the peaceful brow of her over whose fate to his own sur prise he had been able to shed tears.
 And the women! Might not the same explanation account for that cu- rious droop of the eye with which the two younger clutched at each others hands to keep from screaming and interchanged whispered words which Sweetwater would have given consid- erable out of his carefully cherished hoard to have heard.
 It was impossible to tell at present, but he was confident that it would not be long before he understood these latter at least. He had great confidence in his success with women, homely as he was. He was not so sure of himself with men, and he felt that some difficulties and not a few pitfalls lay between him and, for in- stance, the uncommunicative Zadok. "But Eve the whole long evening be- fore me-" he added in quiet consola- ton to himself "It will be pity if I can't work some of them in that time"
 Plans had been made for carrying the. servants to the cemetery, and, despite the universal disturbance con- seduent upon these events, these plans were adhered to. Sweetwater watch ed them all ride away in the last two carriages.
 This gave him the opportunity he wanted Leaving his corner, he look ed up Hexford and asked who was left in the house.
 "Dr. Perry, MT. Clifton, the lawyer; MT. Cumberland, his sick sister and the nurse"
 "Mr. Cumberland! Didn't he go to the grave?"
 "Did you expect him to after that?"
 Sweetwater's shoulders rose, and his voice took on a tone of indifference.
 ''There's no telling. Where is he now, do you think-upstaifsT
 "Yes. It seems he spends all his time in alittle alcove opposite his sis ter's door. They won't let him inside for fear of disturbing the patient, 50 he just sits where I've told you, doing nothing but listening to every sound that comes through the door,"
 Where's his room? In sight of the alcove you mention?"N
 ''No; there's partition or two be- tween. If you go up by the side stair case you can slip into 1t without any one seeing you. Coroner Perry and MT. Clifton are in front"
 'sIs the side door lockedw
 'No."
 "Lock it: The back door. of course. fs."
 "Yes; the cook attended to that"
 "I want a few minutes all by my self Help me, Hexford. If Dr. Perry has given you no orders take your stand upstairs where you can give me warn ing if MT. Cumberland makes a move to leave his post or the nurse her pa tent"
 Five minutes later Eweetwatef had slipped from sight, and for some time not even Hexford knew where he was.
 'eDr. Perry, may I have a few words with youT'
 cTo Be Continued.)
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