The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1913-03-07
The mystery of the Jade sp ar.
Concluded from last week.

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Concluded from last week
sunshine. Tne surface was scored
into a puzzle Of diverging lines, by
the wheels of carts and carriages.
cycles and motors. Yet Peace hunted
1t over even more closely than he had
hunted the paths In the grounds. He
was particularly anxious to know the
position in which the body had lain,
and finally the~sergeant got down in
the drying mud to show him.
Apparently the colonel had walked
about ten yards from the gate when
the spear struck him. He had fallen
almost in the center of the road,
which at that point was broad, with
stretches Of grass bordering It on
either side. His revolver had not
been fired, though he had been found
with It in his hand.
We walked on down the road, Ad
dington Peace leading, his eyes fixed
ION It's surface, and the sergeant and
X following behind. For myself,
had not the remotest idea of what he
hoped to effect by, this promenade.
nor do / believe had the sergeant. We
Icircled the outside OF the gardens, the
road finally curving to the left, and
bringing us to the entrance-gates.
Here we stopped at a word from the
inspector. The little man himself
walked on, and finally dropped on his
joined us again, it was with an ex-
preston of satisfaction. He beamed
through the gates at the old elm ave.
nue.. that rustled sleepily in the gath
ering dusk.
What pretty place 1t is" he said.
THANK heaven that these old houses
still find owners or tenants who dare
to defy the jerry builder and all his
works. Hello, and who may this be?"
He had turned to the toot Of the
horn. The motor was close upon US.
for a steam-car moves IN silence as
compared to the busy hum of petrol
driven mechine. 1t stopped, and the
chauffeur jumped down and ran to
open the gates. OF the driver We
could see nothing save peaked cap,
4 goggles, and a long white dust coat.
As 1t disappeared up the avenue
towards the house I heard faint
bubble of laughter in my ear. turn
ed in surprise.
why, Peace" said. what is the
joker
There is no joke, Mr.. Phillips"
he answered. 1T was fate that
laughed. not To-
There were moments when, to
man of ordinary curiosity, Inspector
Addington Peace was extremely irri-
tating.
We walked up the avenue in >si-
,1ence. The motor was standing at the
front door, the chauffeur, bright
faced youngster, lettering beside It
Peace greeted him politely, entering
at once into q dissertation upon
greasy roads and the dangers of side
slips. Was there nothing that would
prevent them? He had heard that
there was patent, consisting OF
small chains crossing the tires. that
was excellent.
tits about the best of them. sir"
said the lad. "Mr. Bulstrode uses 1t
on this car sometimes"
$50 this is Mr.. Anstruther Bull
strode's carr"
Eyes, sir. He was the brother Of
the poor gentleman inside"
"The roads are fairly dry now"
continued Peace, "but IL you had
been out this morning.
"Oh, Mr.. Bulstrode had the chains
on this morning." he interrupted. II
did not go with him, but when he
came back he told me he was glad to
have them, for the roads were very
bad"
"And Mr.. Bulstrode thought the
roads were dry enough this afternoon
to do without them?"
yes. He told me to take them
OF. He"
II am glad to see the police inter
est themselves in motoring" broke in
a high-pitched voice behind us. II
was under the mpression-false as
now observe-that they were con.
f1rmed enemies to the sport"
A yellow husk of man was Mr.
<hhoti uehCi DuiosioNCp 90 hhCW tuio
stranger must be. Years under the
Indian sun had sucked the English
blood from his veins and burnt their
own dull color into his cheeks. He
stood on the step of the porch with
his hands behind him and his little
eyes glazing at the inspector like q
pair Of black beads. His mouth,
twitching viciously under his strag-
gly mustache, proved that the poor
colonel had not been the only mem
Der. Of the Bulstrode family possessed
of an evil temper. Over his shoulder |
I could see Miss Sherrick's white |
face watching us. And now she |
stepped forward to explain.
This Is Inspector Peace, uncle"
she said nervously.
II know, my dear, know. Do you
think I can't. tell a detective when |
see him. So YOU have caught your
man, eh, Inspector"
IF you will come into the library,
Mr.. Bulstrode, I will answer what
questions may"
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