Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1912-07-05

ueTlHS IL Dy mlScnanCe the natlVo
| driver had brought him to the wrong
| bungalow. But it was now too late to
call him back and make sure And
| this verandah, still and empty as it
was, softly lighted by lanterns depend
ent from its roof, was to him a small
oasis in world of darkness. With
out advice he was lost, could find his
way no other where. He would have
simply to wait until the house
hold came to life, or until by his own
efforts he succeeded in quickening It,
He tried to do this latter to the
best of his ability by tapping a sum-
mons on the door jamb. Through the
wire insect-screens a broad hallway
and staircase rising to the upper
floor We're visible. Limp, cool-looking
rugs conceived in pleasing color
schemes protected the hardwood floor
ing. To the right door stood ajar
and permitted broad shaft of light
to escape from the room beyond On
the other hand a similar door, like
wise open, showed a DINNER glow.
TWO other doors were closed;
ORourke assumed that they led to
the kitchen offices.
Having waited few moments with
out event, the Irishman knocked Sec
| ond time, and would have knocked
third when he thought better of it
and glanced at his watch. 1t was only
a matter Of ten minutes after eight;
strictly interpreting the intent of
Sypher's invitation, he was a trif1e
early. Presumably the servants were
| all out of earshot, preoccupied with
preparations for the meal; while
Sypher and his niece were most Prob
ably still dressing.
With an impatient air O'Rourke
turned back to the veranda. A ham
mock in one corner was swinging idly
in the breeze. A number of wicker
armchairs stood about, invitingly fur
| nished with cushions O'Rourke Sc
| lected one and disposed himself to
wait
After five minutes he frowned
thoughtfully and lit cigarette
Faith, it's fine surprise he's CIV
en- me-" he said, irresolute. But it
can't be premeditated insult. Why
should it be? And they can't all be
out. IT'S sorry l am l let that driver
go; more than likely this will be the
wrong house entirely. That must be
the trouble. I'll just go, quietly fold
up me tent and decamp before the in
habitants, if any there be, discover
me and run me off the premises"
But at the head of the steps, with
foot poised to descend, something re-
strained hin; it would be difficult to
say what, unless 1t were the unbroken,
steadfast, uncanny quiet 'I'll have a
look" he determined suddenly; per
| hapS .A. :"
He turned to the right and stopped
before a long, open window, looking
into what seemed to be a music room
and library combined. Brilliantly IL
Illuminated by hanging lamps of un-
usual brilliancy, the interior was clear
ly revealed. And with an abrupt ex-
clamation the adventurer entered, feel
Ing for the revolver to carry which
had Of late become habitual with him.
The room was simply furnished, if
tastefully. There was grand piano
near the veranda windows with a mu-
sic rack and cabinet near by Dis
! perSed about the floor were a few COM
| Portable chairs, a rug of rare Orien-
tai texture, two consoles adorned with
valuable porcelains In the middle of
the room stood a draped comfortable
Uttered with books and magazines; to-
ward the back long, ,flat-topped desk
And against the rear wall, ordinarily
hidden by folding screen of Japan
csc manufacture, now swept aside,
was a small steel safe. Upon this
O'Rourke's attention was conferred.
He remarked that it looked, new and
very strong; it was open. disclosing
variety of pigeonholes more or less
occupied by docketed documents, and
a smaller interior stronghold
Between the desk and tho safe a man
lay prone and quite morIonless. He
was dressed for a cerep1onious dinner.
and apparently had been struck down
in the act of stepping from his desk
to the safe. For beyond all doubt he
had been murdered The haft of a
knife protruded from HIS back. buried
to its hilt just beneath his left Shout
der-blade
ORourke moved over to the body
and lifted it by tn. shoulders, turn
ing the face to the light Then, with
low oath, he dropped it.
A small sound, so slight as to be all
but indistinguishable, penetrated
O'Rourke's stupefaction. He stood
erect, looking about. telling himself
that the noise resembled as much as
anything the hushed cry of a child
sobbing in sleep, soft and infinitely
pathetic. Unable to assign its source
elsewhere, he attributed it to the
stricken man at his feet; and in des-
perate hope that the pulse of life
might still linger in Sypher's body, he
knelt, withdrew the knife, turned the
corpse upon its back, and laid his ear