The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-15
By ANNA KATHARINE
 GREEN
Continued.l
Copyright. lSlo. By Anna Katharine Rohlfs

note the rejoicing face of Zadok lean ing sideways from the box when beheld her pause and slowly turn her head around and peer eygerly-and with what divine anxiety tl her eyes back over the heads of those thronging about her until her gaze rested fully and sweetly on mine. My heart leaped, then sank down, down iato unuttera ble depths, for in that instant her face changed, horror seized upon her beau ty and shook her frantic hold on Ar thurs arm.
 heard words uttf.red very near me, but I did not catcH. them. I did feel, however. the haRd which was laid strongly and with authority upon my shoulder. and. Wearing my eyes from her face only long enough to perceive that it was SWeetwater who had thus arrested me.
 She had never been told of the in eliminating position in which had been seen Gn the clubhouse. It had been carefully kept from her, and she had supposed that my acquittal in the public mind was as certain as Arthurs Now she saw herself undeceived, and the reaction into doubt and misery was too much for her, and I saw her sink ing under my eyes.
 sTet me go to herw-I shrieked, utter ly unconcerned with anything in the world but this tottering, fainting girl.
 But Sweetwater's hand only. tighten ed on my shoulder, while Arthur, with tan awful look at me. caught his sister in his arms just as she fell to the ground before the swaying multitude.
 But he was not the only one to kneel there. With sound of love and mis- cry impossible to describe Zadok had ieaped from the box and had groveled at those dear feet, kissing the insensi- ble hands and praying for those shut eyes to open. Even after Arthur had lifted her into the sleigh the man re- mained crouching where she had fall en, with his eyes roaming back and forth in a sightless stare from her to myself, muttering and groaning and totally unheedful of Arthur's com mands to mount the box and dnsve home. Finally some one else stepped from the crowd and mercifully took the reins. I caught one more glimpse of her face with Arthur's bent tender ly over it: then the sleigh slipped away.
 An officer shook Zadok by the arm, and he got up and began to move aside. Then I had mind to face my own fate, eye.
 It was quietly apo!ogetic
 ''I only wished to congratulate you" said he, Ion the conclusion of a case in which I know you are highly in { terested." Lifting his hat, he nodded affably and was gone before I could recover from my stupor.
 1t was for Clinton to show his in- dignation. I was past all feeling Farce as an afterpiece never appealed to me.
 Would I have considered it farce if I could have heard the words which this detective was at that moment whispering into the district attorneys ears:
 Do you want to know who throttled Adelaide Cumberland? It was not her brother; it was not her lover; it was her old and trusted coachman."
 ''Give me your reasons. They must be excellent ones, Sweetwater, or you would not risk making second mis- take in a case of this magnitude and publicity
 "Mr. Fox. they are excellent But you shall judge of them. From the moment Miss Carmel Cumberland over threw the very foundations of our ease by her remarkable testimony felt that my work was only half done. It was strain on credulity to believe Arthur guilty of a crime 80 prefaced, and the alternative which Mir. Afofat believed in, which you were beginning to believe in and perhaps are allowing yourself to believe in even now, never appealed to me.
 'T allude to the very natural suspi- cion that the act beheld by your man Clarke was criminal act and that Ranelash is the man really responsi- l'c for Miss Cumherland's death. Some instinct held me back from this con- clusion as we'll as the incontrovertible fact that he could have had no hand in carrying that piece of broken bottle into the Cumberland stable or of drop ping his engagement ring in the sug- gestive place where it was found. Where, then, should I look for the un- known. the unsuspected third party !? Among the ten other persons who drop ped something into that casket.
 Most of these were children. but l made the acquaintance of every one I spent most of my Sunday that way: then. finding no clouded eye among them. began study of the Cumber land servants. naturally starting with Zadok. For two hours I sat at his stable fire, talking and turning him inside out. as only we detectives know how I found him actually over whelmed with grief-not the grief of a sane man, but of one in whom the very springs of life are poisoned by some dreadful remorse.
 ''He did not know he revealed this. He expressed himself as full of hope that his young master would be ac- quilted the next day. But could see that this prospect could never still the -sNrm working at his heart and resolv- ca to understand why. I left him os- tensibly alone, but in reality shadowed him. The consequence was that in the evening dusk he led me to the cemetery. where he took up his watch at Miss Cumberland's grave. as if it were a Mecca and he a passionate