The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-06-22
By SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS.
Copyright. 1912. by the Bobbs-MerriII
 Company
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| l across the hill to you"
 Could we track the car?' asked Sedgwick eagerly.
 ttNo farther than the main road. i What is the latest she ever left here when she arrived afoot?'
 ttOnce she stayed till half past G. begged her to stay and dfnc4 but she drew Into herself at the mere sugges- 1 tion.''
 Half past 6. Allowing for half past z dinner and time to dress for it, 1 she would have perhaps twelve to if teen miles to go in the car. The name she gave is obviously not her own, not 1 even, judge, her maiden name Sedgwick turned very white stDo l you mean that she is married wo- man7'' he demanded.
 How could you have failed to see l it? returned the other gently. "A young girl of breeding and social ex- | perience would hardly have come to your studio. A married woman might who respected herself with full conf dence and knew with the same conf- dence that you would respect her. And, my dear boy" added Kent, with his quiet winning smile, you are a man to inspire confidence. Otherwise I my self might have suspected you of hav- ing hand in the death of the woman on the beach,
 ssNever mind the woman on the beach This other matter is more than life or death. Is that dimsy supposi- ton all you have to go on?"
 s'No. Her travel. Her wide ac- quaintance with men and events. Her obvious poise- And, reverting to tan gible fact, as clinching evidence. there are her gloves, which she always wore
 What about her gioves?''
 'sYou never saw her left hand, did you?'
 "oh, T see. You mean the wedding ring. Well, I suppose continued Sedgwick, with a tinge of contempt in his voice. "she could have taken off her ring as easily as her gloves
 There was no answering contempt in Chester Rents voice as he replied: 3sBut a ring, constantly worn and then removed, leaves an unmistakable mark. What the connection between her and the corpse on the beach may be is the problem. My immediate business is to discover who the dead woman is"
 ssAnd mine,'' said Sedgwick hoarse- Iy, 'sto discover the living.''
 wen at least start together re piled Kent. 4sCome!'
 Twenty minutes of curving and dodg- ing along the rocky roads in Rents runabout brought them to the turn pike in sight of the town of Annalaka.
 'tThe inquest is set for II o'clock said Kent.
 sAll right said sedgwick with equal taciturnity.
 They turned a corner and ran into the fringe of a crowd lowering about the town hall. Halting his machine in bit of shade, Kent surveyed the gathering: At one point it thickened about a man who was talking. eagerly, the vocal center of small circle of silence.
 ssEIder Dennett,'' said Kent, .sback from Cadystown. You'll have to face the music now. One word of warning: Don't lose your head or your temper if the suspicion raised against you by Dennett is strengthened by me. My concern is to get to the bottom of this matter. There is something the sher- fir knows that I don't know. Probably it is the identity of the body. To force him into the open it may be necessary for me to augment the case against you"
 fought I to be ready for arrest?'
 AdCQly QEODdD4C at pFSS0AL- NOs SO on the stand when you're called and tell the truth and nothing but the truth
 "But not the whole truth?'
 Nothing of the necklace. You won't be questioned about that. By the way, you have never kept among your ar tistic properties anything in the way of handcuffs, have you?'
 ''No.'
 'I didn't suppose you had. Those manacles are sticker. don't-I ab- solutely do not like those manacles. And on one wrist only! Perhaps that is the very fact, though. Well, we shall know more when we're older; two hours older, say. Whether we shall know all that MT. Sheriff Len Schlager knows is another question. don't like MT. Schlager, either, for that matter"
 'tDennett has seen me-" said Sedg- wick In low voice.
 Indeed, the narrator's voice had ab- ruptly ceased and he stood with the dropped jaw of stupefaction. One aft CT another of his auditors turned and stared at the two men in the motor car.
 ''Stay where you are," said Kent and stepped out to mingle with the crowd.
 No. one recognized at first the immnc- ulate flannel clad man as the bearded scientist whose strange actions had amused the crowd on the beach. A heavy, solemn man addressed him:
 "Friend of his?" he asked, holding toward the artist.
 'sYes."
 Hell need 'em. Going to give evi- dence?' tI
 ''To hear it, rather,'' replied Kent pleasantly.s Where's the body?"
 Inside. Just brought it over from Dr. Breeds. He's the medical officer, and he and the sheriff are running the show. Your friend wants a lawyer, maybe7'