The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-11-24
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 -'I mean" said Lambert sternly, that I was at Mime. 'Too-Soos' on Saturday night-Captain Sartoris. close to your elbow. at your back, and heard every blooming word you said.
 Mrs. D'Aquila had followed Sartoris into the yard, and she heard Lambert's last words.
 Dear me. who is this creatureT" she drawled, surveying the horseman through her glasses.
 You'll jolly soon know tomorrow the outraged and angry trainer said. Ftwhen you're both in the dock, ma dame, and you hear what I've sworn that you wanted it so badly-that you had the pluck, but there wasn't an ac- cident''-
 And Lambert, who knew that if he. remained longer in the yard he couldn't keep from thrashing Sartoris. left ab- ruptIy.
 The caTtain was taken aback.
 Did you hear that?" he asked the woman "Your own words. The beast <must have been there realIy-hfdden- we never saw him and he heard every thing"
 w AdL OO65 returned the steadier nerved woman. He's no wit nesses. And it's one oath against two I shall swear that I was never there in my Hfe.''
 -'Is it worth the trouble?'
 "Ady dear Grevflle''-
 You've forgotten the accident''
 'I've not. l always thought it pos sible.'' she said
 s.I didn't" he returned sharply. 'T thought that when the horse box stop ped on the line the lad. the trainer, whoever it xas-couid get out-go for help-at any rate, jump out when they heard the next train coming. I never thought of a dozen poor deviIs.torn and cut and thrown about-smashed."
 ''All third class passengers the wo- man answered with a shrug. Dread full things are always happening to that sort of people,"
 Quite so." returned Sartoris, "but you mustn't kill lem for all that. only thought I was going to do for the horse. Whats the punishment for manslaughterT'
 Mrs. D'Aquila laughed outright
 'tFiddlesticks,' she commented. -'They can't prove anything Where's your motive?'
 -.I'H tell you" he said e"The truth will come out if any of these people die. It was my work. I tried to kill my cousins horse. Kelly, the book maker, has laid thousands against it.. In KeIly's pocket is a bill of mine, with Dis name upon it. She did not put it there. If The Whip does not win that bill comes back to me. There's my motive. If The Whip wins he'll give the bill to Di.''
 For the moment she abandoned her defense of him to him.
 ''And if you have any sense," she said, you'll be in Paris tonight-clear away by tomorrow
 That won't prevent the horse from winning" he said. won't stop Kelly. The minute Beverley sees that bill the chains complete. I shall stand proved a crfminal-a train wrecker-nearly a murderer. I shan't hesitate''
 Don't be absurd" she advised.
 ''I'm not he answered sullenly. "Do you think I'd pass the rest of my life broke7 Begging. hunted-no. thanks, I've had my tme-not half bad time. It must end some day and 1 shan't hesitate
 Sartoris had drawn a revolver and was looking at it.
 Whats that?'' asked Mrs. D'Aquila, involuntarily reaching out.
 'fThat'-he smiled bitterly-'that's Harry Anson's revolver. He left it in my rooms Poetic justice if I used 1t I'm afraid. Nora, the chains too strong. There's no way out"
 She looked at the weapon in his hand and then at him quickly.
 Yes, there is." she exclaimed sud- denly, land almost certainty. That thing made me think of it. You told me Harry AnsOn came to your cham bers and threatened you. If I were you I should go in fear of my life" IF"
 And I should swear it-forcibIy," | she went on. before the nearest mag | fstrate 4n London and come down to- | naorrQw with detectives and arrest him l