El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1912-09-17
The Herald's Daily
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~ POUNDS less Inan Two weeks aSo
what have you done with it,"
Lost it. Gambled it all way. Had
streak of bad luck"
But you are going to get no more
from me, I tell you, not a penny
Slihgsby glared at him evilly
Look here now, Silk" he roared
don't you try to play the high and
mighty to me. know you are Lord
Silk low, all right, and that I am a
miserable louise, but you must not for
get thai I hold you in the hollow of
my HAND, my boy. You did not try to
put on any airs when you were half
Starved to death in Calcutta, and in
love with Mrs. Power, or rather with
her millions. And do you remember
who, it was that followed Mr.. Power
when he went out riding in his little
carriage and murdered him and left
him in such condition that no one
could tell whether he had met with an
accident or had been killed. Do you
remember you promised Harold Sings
by to take care of him as long as he
shut?"
Il have given you money enough al
ready. What have you done with it?"
None of your business, as far as
can see. But look here, Silk, give me
1000 pounds, and I won't bother you
two thousand pounds, You must be
mad"
"The money is nothing to you. You
have enough of it, I know
Lord Silk sat down at the rickety
table and wrote out check Slingsby
examined it carefully and opened
drawer to put it away, but at the same
moment Silk drove a dagger into his
back, just below the left shoulderblade.
Slingsby dropped dead without a sound.
Silk never looked at him, took back his
check, tore it up, washed his hands
carefully, examined his clothes to see
il there were any traces of blood, and
left the house without having been
seen by anybody.
He reached his magnificent mansion
in Grosvenor square and sat down in
his wife's boudoir, and rang the bell for
whisky.
Then he began to drink He drank
and the fiery fluid gave him feeling
as if every vein in his body was
aflame. He had been heavy drinker
in his youth but since his marriage
ky soon affected him and after the
third glass, he no longer knew what he
was saying. He told his wife how
much he loved her and then began to
talk about himself.
'tWhO would have believed, Gladys"
he said, when I first loved you, that
we should be living here in GrosvenOr
square noW2 1t was a dreadful time
for me then. But how I hated that man
who stood between me and happinessi
And then there was the other who
over now. He cannot sell me now He
is stiff and quiet as the first 1 sup
pose they have met below now and are
talking 1t all over"
Pale and Mortified Lady Silk listened
to his half incoherent words. She I'M
derstOOd she was on the track of a
dreadful secret. Silk was silent now.
She filled up his glass and he began
with a laugh.
How funny their meeting must have
been. Never mind, may live in peace
now without any remorSe. Goodbye,
Life is sweet and you made
ir hell for for six Chnn16
have killed you long ago. Now no one
can tell how the other got his head
broken 1t was an accident, madam,
merely an accident"
Suddenly he had a lucid moment.
What was I talking about, Gladys?'
oh, nothing, in particular An old
Drink, JIMMY"
Pale and trembling. Lady Silk got
GD, left the room and rang for a SER
want.
John" she said. go and get a po-
liceman. Tell him to come quickly.
There is a murderer in the house"