The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1912-02-05
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met at the stable door.
HAD luckr whispered the local Of
6cer.
Enough 70 bring me here" acknowl-
edged the other.
do you mean TO this house or to
this stable?'
''TO this table"
"Have you heard that the horse was
out that night?"
"Yes: she was out"
"Who driving?"
"Ah. that's the question:
"This man can't tell you"
"But I'm going to talk 70 him for all
that"
'He wasn't here that night. He was
Mt a dance. He only knows that the
mare was out"
"But I'm going 10 talk TO him."
MAY | come in too? III not inter.
rupt. I've just fifteen minutes TO
spare"
Hexford threw open the stable door.
and they both walked in. The coach
man was not visible. but they could
hear him moving above. grumbling TO
himself.
''I'll be down in minute" he called
out as their steps sounded on the hard
wood hoor
Hexford sauntered over TO the stalls.
Sweetwater stopped near the doorway
and glanced very carefully about him.
Nothing seemed TO escape his eye. He
even took the trouble to peer into n
waste bin and was just on the point of
lifting down a bit Of broken bottle
from an open cupboard when Brown
appeared dressed in his Sunday coat
and carrying a bunch OF fresh hot
house roses.
"Who's that man?" he grunted to
Hexford
Another Of u.s." replied Hexford.
with a shrug. Were both rather In
terested in this gray horse"
wouldn't another time do?' plead.
ed the coachman. looking gravely
down at the flowers be held. Its
most time for the funeral. and I don't
feel like talking. indeed 1 don't, gen.
tlemen."
His distress was so genuine that Hex
ford was inclined TO let him go, but
Sweetwater with a cock of his keen
eye put in his word and held the
coachman where be was.
The old gal is telling me all about
IL" muttered this sly. adaptable fellow.
He had sided up TO the mare and their
heads were certainly very close to-
gether mot touch her? See here!"
Sweetwater had his arm round the
flly's neck aud was looking straight
into her fiery and intelligent eye
shall I pass her story on?" he asked.
with a magnetic smile at the astonish-
ed coachman.
you'll oblige me IL you can put her
knowledge into words" the man Ia
dok declared. with one fascinated eye
house where he evidently felt that his
presence was wanted. "She was out
that night, and | know IL. as any
coachman would know who doesn't
come home stone drunk. But where
she was and who took her, get her TO
tell il you can, for l don't know no
more'n the dead"
"The deadv' flashed out Sweetwater,
wheeling suddenly about and pointing
straight through the open stable door
toward the house where the young
the old servant mourned lay
in her funeral casket. ''Do you mean
lady who is about to be
buriedP Could she tell IL her lips
were not sealed by n murderer's hand?"
"Shew The word came low and awe
Rude and uncultured as the
man was. be seemed TO be strangely
by this unexpected suggestion.
II haven't the wit TO answer that"
said he. 'HOw can we tell what she
knew? The man who killed her is In
Jail. He might talk TO some purpose.
Why don't you question himr'
FOR very good reason" replied
with an easy good nature
that was very reassuring. HE was
arrested on the spot. so that IL wasn't
he who drove this mare home. unhar-
messed her. put her back in her stall.
locked the stable door and hung up
the key in its place in the kitchen.
else did that"
That's true enough. and what does
Il show? That the mare was out on
some other errand than the one which
ended i'm blood and murder" was the
unexpected retort
us that soT' whispered Sweetwater
nto the mares cooked ear shes
not quite ready
S. i; !: :: !: J; J:
TO commit her.
~ self" he drawl-
MAN b(A cd. with another
yAV>&NN. enigmatical smile
~ NM at the lingering
ANH NINW Zadok "She's