The Washington times., 1912-11-10

DO come" urged Twombley.
Thanks, awfully, not tonight. I'm
suggest At, though. e
mot at all. Sorry you won't come.
See you at the inquest" said Twomb-
ley, as he took his departure. followed
Cyril remained where they left him.
lie was too weary to move. Before
him on the desk lay his cousins blot
ter; its white surface stu bore the i'm
handwriting; that chair, not so many
hours ago. had held his unwieldly form
The murdered mans presence seemed
to permeate the room. Cyril shuddered
laden air stiiied him. What was that?
He held his breath to listen, but could
hear nothing but the tumutuous beat
Ing OF his own heart. Yet he was sure.
that he was not alone. Behind him
stood--something.
He longed to move. but terror rlveted
him, to the spot. A vision OF his
with horrid vlvidness. He could fc.l
their vindictive glare scorching him.
was he going mad? Was he cow
ard. araY NO. no. he must face the-thing-
Throwing back his head defiantly, he
Mneeied around-the detective was at
fls elbow! Cyril gave a gasp of relief
hIa liz wiped the telltale perspiration from
lie had completely forgotten the fel-
were in!
can you snare mo n faw ,,tn,,ov ,,,,
lord?' '"'
henever tn, detective spoke Cyril
had the curious Impression as OF a
Noice issuing from fog. So gray SO
.iaCeu, so absolutely characterless was
the mans exterior! His voice, on the
other hand, was excessively Individual
lhcre lurked In It q suggestion of as
sertlNehess' OF aggressiveness, even.
,gTli was conscious of n sudden dread
OF this strong, inslstent personality,
lying, as 1t were, at ambush within that
envelope of body: that envelope which
ne ieit he could never penetrate, which
gave no indication II 1t concealed
friend or enemy. a saint or villain
shall not detain you long" Judson
| answer.
Come into the drawing room." said
CSril. leading the way there.
Ihank heaven. he could breathe freely
once more. thought Cyril. as he flung
! himself Into the comfortable depths OF
| chntz-coverrd sofa.
| How delightfully."- wholesome and com
| monplacc was this room The air, a
trihe chill, not withstanding the coal
| ilrc burning on the hearth, was like
| balm to his fevered senses HIS very
| soul felt cleansed and refreshed lie
10 longer understood the terror which
| had 80 lately possessed him.
lie looked at Judson. How could he
ever have dignitied this remarkably
! unrcmarkablc little man with his pomp-
GUS manner into mysterious and pos
sibiy hostile force? The thing was alb
! surd!
sit down. Judson." said Cyril, care
! lcssly.
My lord am not right in suppos-
Ing that | am unknown to you? BY
reputation, ! mean"
| Quite" Cyril candidly acknowledged
! | | at t.l' sE,.I
| then, my lord. that | am the receptacle
Of the secrets OF most, II not all. OF the
arlstocraCy'
| swell the number"
, THAT being the case. 1t Is clear that
my, reputation for discretion is unas-
sailabls. You Sc, see e. the force Of that ar
Certainly" replied Cyrii. wearily.
! Anything, therefore. which l may
discover during the course OF this in
vcstigation you may rest assured will
be kept absolutely secret" lie paused
"A moment. "iOp can. therefore. con-
iidc In me without fear" continued
| the detective.
cyril was surprised and little
startled. What did the man know?
what makes you think | have any
thing to confidc?'' he asked.
1t Is quit" obvious, my lord. that
you are holding something back-some-
thing which would explain your attitude
toward Lady Wimerslcy."
Il don't follow you. replied Cyril. on
his guard.
, stand that you have never seen her
ladyship. You take up a stranger 5
cause very warmly"
II trust I shall always espouse the
cause of every prosecuted woman."
| But how are you 80 sure that she
was prosecuted? Everyone praises his
lordship's devotion to her. He gave
her everything she could wish for ex-
ccpt liberty. II she was insane his
conduct deserves great praise
| "But / am sure she IL not"
But you yourself urged me to Sc
cure her as soon as possible. because
you were afraid she might do further
HARM" Judson reminded him.
THAT was before I heard Douglas
testimony. He has seen her daily for
the three years. and swears she is
sane.
And an opinion of an ignorant ser
want Is sufficient to make you con-
denim his lordship without. further
proof?"
Cyril moved uncasly.
"lf Lady Wllmersley Is perfectly sane,
1t seems to me incredible that she
did not manage to escape years ngo
A note dropped out of her carriage
would have brought the whole country
side to her rescue. Why. she had only
to appeal to this very same butler
who Is so convinced of her sanity, and
Lord Wilmcrsley could not have pre-
vented her from leaving the castle
, Public opinion would have protected
her"
That Is true" acknowledged Cyril,
but her spirit may have been broken. "
What was there to break It? We
hear only Of his lordships almost ex.
elusive devotion. No, my lord. cam
t help thinking that you are judgine
both Lord and Lady Wllmerslec b,
facts of which I am ignorant"
Continuation Of This Story WI
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