Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-03-18

! l was told, was Gregory Hall, the secre-
| tary. He had been reached by telephone,
and had come out from New York. ar
| irving shortly after 1 had left the Craw-
ford house.
! Mr.. Hall was what may be termed the
average type Of young American citizen
He was fairly good looking fairly well
groomed, and so far as l could judge from
| his demeanOr, fairly we'll bred. His dark
hair was commonplace and parted on the
| side, while his small, carefully arranged
mustache was commonplace also. He
| looked exactly what he was the trusted
/! secretary of a financial magnate, and he
seemed to me man whose dress, manner
| and speech would always be made APP
propriate to the occasion or situation. In
| fact, SO thoroughly did he exhibit just
such demeanor as suited a confidential
| secretary at the inquest of his murdered
employer that 1 involuntarily thought
what fine undertaken he would have
made. For, in my experience, no class
| Of men so perfectly adapt themselves to
varying atmospheres as undertakers.
Philip Crawford and his son. an ath-
letic-lOOking young chap, were also in this
! group. Young Crawford inherited to a
degree the fine appearance of his father
| and uncle. and babe fair to become the
same kind OF first-class American citi-
zen as they.
ly interested in the procedure, were gath
| cred the several servants of the house.
Lambert, the butler, was first inter-
viewed.
The man was a somewhat pompous.
| middle-aged Englishman, and though OF
| stolid appearance, his face showed what
might perhaps be described as an intel
| ligent stupidity.
After few formal questions as to his
position in the household, the coroner
asked him to tell his own story Of the
| early morning.
In a more clear and concise way than
should have thought the man capable
Of, he detailed his discovery of his mas
| ter's body.
II came downstairs at this morning, -
| he said. "as 1 always do. 1 opened the
| house, I saw the cook a few moments
about matters pertaining to breakfast and
I attended to my usual duties. At about
| half-past Z / went to Mr.. Crawfords Of
as opened the door I saw him sitting In
his chair. At first I thought he'd drop
ped asleep there and been there all night
then in a moment I saw what had hap
pened."
well, what did you do next?'' asked
the coroner, as the man paused.
II went In search Of Louis. Mr.. Craw-
ford's valet. He was just coming down
the stairs. He looked surprised. for he
said Mr. Crawford was not in his room
and his bed hadn't been slept in.'
| Did he seem alarmed?"
mo, sir. Not knowing what I knew,
he didn't seem alarmed. But he seemed
| agitated. for. of course. It was most I'M
usual not finding Mr.. Crawford in his
own ROOM:
| How did Louis show his agitation?"
broke in Mr.. Orville.
well, sir. perhaps he wasn't to say
| agitated-he looked more blank-yes, as
| you might say-blank."
WAS he trembling?'' persisted Mr.. Or
Vile; was he pale?" and the coroner
| frowned slightly at this jurors repeated
! inquisitiveness.
Louis is always pale" returned the
butler seeming to make an effort to speak
the exact truth.
Then, of course. you couldn't judge of
his knowledge Of the matter Mr.. Orville
said, with an air Of one saying some
thing of Importance.
HE had no knowledge Of the matter. IL
Won mean Mr., CraWford'a DEATH" said