Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1914-03-21

Immediately. but with light in his
small grey eye which Mr. Gryce would
have understood and rcvellcd in. The
idea for which he had searched in
dustriOusly for months had come at
last. unbidden; thrown up from some
remote recess of the mind which had
seemingly closed upon the subject
forever
81 have it. have it" he murmured
in ceaseless reiteratiOn 10 himself 81
I will go back to Mr.. Challoner and let
him decide if the idea is worth pur-
suing Perhaps an experiment may
be necessary. It was bitter cold that
night: | wish it were icy weather
now But a chemist can help us out.
/ Good God if this should be the ex-
! planation of the mystery. alas for Or
! lando and alas for Oswald"
! But his sympathies did not deter
/ him. He returned to Derby at once,
and as soon as he dared, presented
[ himself at the hotel and asked for
/ Mr. ChaIloner.
/ He was amazed to find that gentle
I man already up and in state of
/ agitation that was very disquieting.
! But he frightened wonderfully at
sight Of his visitor, and drawing him
! inside the room. observed with trem-
bling eagerness:
Il do not know why you have come
back. but never was man more well
come Mr.. Brotherson has con
/ fessed-"
Confessed"
Yes, he killed both women; my
daughter and his neighbor. the wash
erwoman. with "a"
Wait" broke in Sweetwater, eager.
ly. let me tell you" And STOPPING
he whispered something in the other S
ear.
Mr.. Challoner stared at him amaz
ed. then slowly nodded his head.
How came you to think" he be
| gan; but Sweetwater in his great anx.
iety interrupted him with a quick:
Explanations will keep, Mr.. Chal
loner What of the man himself?
Where is he? That's the important
thing now"
He was in his room till early this
morning writing letters. but he is not
there now. The door is unlocked ant
| went in. From appearances ! feal
the worst. That is why your pres
ence relieves me So Where do you
think he isl"
In his hangar in the woods. Where
else would be go to"
Il have thought of that. Shall We
start out alone or take Witnesses will
u.s."
we will go alone. Does Oswald
anticipate"
He is sure But he lacks strength
to move. He lies on my bed in there
Doris and her father are with him.
I'VE will not wait a minute How
the storm holds off. l hope 1t viii
hold off for another hour"
Mr.. Challoner made no reply. II,
had spoken because he felt compelled
to speak. but it had not been cas-.
for him. nor could any trifles NOV
him now.
The town was up by this time and
though they chose the least frequent
ed streets. they had to suffer from
some encounters. 1t was a good hal
hour before they found themselves il
the forest and in sight of the hangar
One look that way, and Sweetwate
turned to see what the effect was upo
Mr.. Challoner
A murmur of dismay greeted hin
The oval of the great lid stood u
against the forest background
"He has escaped" cried Mr.. Cha
Toner
But Sweetwater, laying a finger o.
! his lip, advanced and laid his ca
? against the door. Then he cast
quick look aloft Nothing was to b
seen there. The darkness of storm i
5 the heavens but nothing more.-Yes
I, now, a flash of vivid and destructiy
t lightning!
D The two men drew back and thei
] chances crossed.
Let US return to the highroad,
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