The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1913-06-27


-boorst in on me. He's dead he says,
! stark dead on the f1ure in there!
Who's dead?' l says Mr. Argyle
says he
who's Andy?" interrupted Kayton.
Dan Scully's boy" replied Finley.
Him that
How longs he been here?"
''Time out O. mind, nearly as long as
meself"
What does he do?''
HE makes himself useful when l
tell him. He's simple SOUL" added
the old man in the manner Of one
speaking of the feeble minded.
Send for him." said Kayton CURLY.
Old Finley promptly rang the bell.
who else was in the house" went
on the detective. Finley wrinkled his
forehead and licked off the inmates on
his fingers.
Myself. Miss Mary. the girl, Kitty
Topp. the footman and the cook" he
replied. Mrs. Wyatt was away. Mr..
Bruce, Mr.. Argyle's son. was here for
dinner that night and went away
early"
Did you see him go?" asked Kay
ton swiftly. with a keen glance at the
old mans face.
Il did not. By II o'clock | made
fast for the night. with Mr.. Argyle
sittin' here and Miss Mary in her
chamber. And how they got in that
did this that's the thing for you to
CT Inf hon tbny 1nnn If fbnv
went out that door. for found the
small chain off and the bolt drawn in
the morning And let me tell you this.
SIR" went on Finley. his Indignation
rising again. There's nothin' but
wickedness in this doubt O. Miss Mary.
There's things in nature and things
| that are not-Andy. come in here"'
1 A tall. shambling young man, with
highly nervous manner. clad in the
blue denim of the workman, who had
| appeared at the hall door while Fin
ley was talking. shuf1led reluctantly
forward in obedience to the command,
smoothing down his stringy black hair
with both hands as he advanced. Kay
ton glanced at him, but continued to
address the butler.
did Andy come first to your"
"He did" nodded Finley. "And it
was me that reused Miss Mary. When
we found he was dead she got Mr..
Bruce and the doctors here straight
away, and they got the police, and
from that it began-trouble without
end. Reporters besiegin' us and no
man above suspicion-and ISLANDERS in
the papers on all Of us, with phOty-
graphs of this and that and pictures
out of their own fancy, and the public
in it's innocency perverted"
Ibid you hear anything in the night?"
Kayton broke in abruptly, addressing
the newcomer. Andy gaZed apprehen-
sively about the room and shook his
head
Trust him to hear anything" put in
Finley.
what time did you go to bed?" went
on Kayton.
Andy fidgeted and looked appealing
ly at his master.
HE don't know. SIR" Finley explain
ed He don't live by the clock. He
goes to bed by habit and gets up by
habit"
Kayton shrugged his shoulders slight
ly and turned to the old butler again.
Suppose you two arrange this furni-
ture the way you found it that morn
ing"
But it was the old butler who did it.
Andy followed him about in apparent
willingness to help, but the atmos-
phere of the room seemed to have a
benumbing effect on his muscles.
Finley solemnly. with many pauses
for reflection. moved the chairs out Of
the military order and pushed them
about the floor, overturning one near
the table. Andy zealously avoided that
particular spot.
They We're all wheeled about every
which way" the butler explained as
he finished his task "Nothin' was as
it should be- He made a hard fight
to defend himself. God help us! be-
fore they put death to him."
Kayton nodded abstractedly. He was
studying the new arrangement of the
chairs
Where was the body-there" he
indicated a spot between the table and
the overturned chair.
st was" declared Finley. "An' the
pistol yonder." He indicated a spot at
considerable distance from the chair
Lying on his back?' went on Kay
ton refectively.
"On his back. but little to one
side" corrected Finley. with the ia
blecloth clutched in his hand Andy,
lay yourself down there and show the
officer"
Andy started to obey almost mechan'
ically. Then he stopped with start
and drew back. with the first words he
had spoken since he had entered the
library.
Not me,r he protested in a trem
bling voice that did not conceal a rich
er brogue than Finley's. There's bat
luck to it,
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