The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1913-02-28

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stopped. with his eyes staring at me
In an odd fashion.
"'You come In with me, miss he
stammered. It's no mischief of your
making. Eth, Ell. but It's ugly work
black and ugly work.
"'What do you mean. Cullenr
said as boldly as could, for his man
ner frightened me.
"'The colonel has come by an ac-
cident, miss, down by the wicket-gate.
was going for a doctor
II did not wait to hear more.
was very fond OF my guardian. Mr..
Peace. He had hot temper. but to
me he had ever been kind and consid-
crate. AZ I started. however, Cullen
came painting up and tried to turn me
back, wayingA This hands. Lunatic or
not, II did not ,mean 10 let HIM fright
en- me- ssoIssvoideds him. and set OF
running across the grass to the VIII
derness gate-the one through which
we have just. come. had almost
reached It when met Mr.. ,Royne. I
was surprised. forsI thought he had
already gone home. Beyond him I
could see the gate, with two of our
gardeners standing on the further
side and talking earnestly together.
II asked Mr.. ,Boyne what was lne
matter. and for answer he took me by
thesarm and led me back towards
the house. He looked very white and
Ill. still begged for an explanation,
and at last he told me- the truth. My
Uncle, Colonel Bulstrode. had been
found lying in the road stabbed to
death with a spear. They had no
idea who the murderer might be.
"They brought up the body to the
house. Afterwards they let me see
him. Even in death his face was con-
vulsed with passion. Oh, it is dread
full, dreadful"
Her reserve gave way all in a mo-
ment, and she burst into a fit of Sob
bling, hiding her face in her hands. It
was some time before she 'regained
her self-control, and when she spoke
again 1t was with difficulty and in de-
tached sentences.
at was about three o'clock" she
said. "Mr. Boyne came into the room
where was. He told me that my I'M
Gle had spoken very bitterly to him in
their interview, and that there had
been a quarrel between them; but
Mr.. Boyne's sorrow was sincere. /
am sure it was sincere. Afterwards
he begged me not to believe any
rumors might hear about him. Then
he went away. Afterwards, as I was
looking from the window, I saw him
walking down the drive with a po-
liceman. Several of the servants
were gathered at the front door
watching and pointing. I don't know
how-but the suspicion came to me-
perhaps it was through what Cullen
had said. I ran down the stairs and
ordered them to answer. At last they
told me--he had been arrested-for
the murder"
We waited for while. and then
the little inspector rose, and, in his
courteous manner, offered her his
arm. She took it. looking at him
through her tears. tf>
He is innocent, Mr.. Peace" she
said.
Il trust so, Miss Sherrick."
They moved off up the walk, fol-
lowing behind them. We emerged
from the shrubbery on to broad
lawn. The house, sprawling old
mansion CT red brick, was before US.
We crossed the grass, and, turning an
angle of the house, came TO the porch,
from which a drive curled away
amongst the foliage Of an avenue OF
elms.
The central hall was better fitted
for a museum than habitation Of
comfort-loving folk. Bronze gods
and goddesses glimmered In the cor
ners, dragons carved In teak glared
upon the eastern arms and armor
that lined the walls, the duller hues
of ivory and jade contrasted with the
brilliant turquoise Of old Pekin vases.
1t was here, among these spoils Of
the east, that Miss Sherrick left us,
walking up the stairs to her room, as
fair figure of beauty in distress as
a man might see.
AS she disappeared, tall, thin fell
low in plain clothes STEPPED out Of
door on our right and saluted the in-
spector.
"Good afternoon, Sergeant Hales,"
said Addington Peace. 80 you have
arrested Boyne?"
Eyes, sir"
upon good grounds?"
"The evidence is almost complete
against him"
Indeed. shall be pleased to hear
It."
well, sir, 1t stands like this. Mr..
Boyne called upon Colonel Bulstrode
about one o'clock. He was shown
into the library and"
zone moment" interrupted the in
spector. where is the library?"
THAT Is the door, SIR" answered
Hales, pointing to the room from
which he had emerged.
perhaps 1t would be easier to I'm.
derstand II we 60 there?'
The library was q long, low room,