Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1914-06-13

| ed beadlong from top to bottom or th'
staircase.
Kneeling beside the body or Brian
Shaynon. where It had lodged on q
broad. low landing three steps from
the bottom OF the staircase. the butler
turned up to p. Sybarlte hshy. unemo
tional eyes In a pasty fat face.
LES gone" he announced.
The little man said nothing
Resting a hand on the newell post,
he looked down unmoved upon the
mortal wreck of him who had been his
| Iife's bane.
Dead" the butler affirmed. releas-
ing the pulseIess leaden wrist and ris-
ing. IT presoom I'd best call rs doc
tor. admit I. sir? He'd 'ad bit Of
shock before you come in. sir"
''Yes?" murmured p. Syharite abb
sently.
Yes. sir. a bit of a shock. OWN to
is 'avin' quarreled with Mr.. Bayard.
sir"
p. Sybarfte Intercepted with his
eyes alone.
at was a bit odd come to think of 1t
the ole affair. sir. Must ave been
over an hour ago, Mr.. Shaynon ere. e
come 'ome alone from the dance 'E
admit more than got inside the house.
sir. wen a Idly called on i'm. Properly
speakin' she wasn't a Idly at all-but
woman. mean to sly, a bit fash"
"I understand you. Go on"
well. sir, 1 didn't ave a chance TO
over'ear wat 'E business were, but 1t
seemed to work on Mr.. Brian there
somethin' 'orrid. They was closeted in
the library upstairs not more than
twenty minutes. and then she went
and e rung for me and to bring iIs
brandy and not delay about it, 'E
nearly emptied the decanter, too. be-
fore Mr.. Bayard got ere. And the
minute they came together it was am
mer and tongs. 'Ot and 'eavy they 'ad
it for upwards of an hour, behind closed
doors. sine as like with the Idly. But
wen Mr. Bayard e come to so. sir. the
old gent follows i'm to the landin'-
lust where e was when he spoke to
you. sir. before e 'ad the stroke; and
e says to i'm, says e: Remember. ]
cawst you off Don't come TO me for
nothin' after this. Don't ever you dark
en- my doorstep agin,' 'e says. And Mr..
Bayard, sir, e ups and laughs fendish
in lis fathers own fee. You've got
another guess comm e mocks i'm
open: you're in this business as deep
as we.' he says. and if you cross me
I'll double cross you. and through the
newspapers too And with that, out e
went in rige-"
so that was the way OF it?'' p. Syb-
arite commented duly.
So Mrs. Inche had sought the father |
to revenge herself upon the son. and |
with this outcome-Bayard unframed. |
his father dead.
With neither hesitation nor single |
backward glance at the body of his |
ancient enemy the little man swung |
about, walked quietly to the front door
and as quietly let himself out
He was of no mind to be called as a
witness at a possible inquest, and bust
ness of far greater import urged him
time pressing-the real business of
his life, this-to discover the where
abouts of Marian Blessington with the
least avoidable delay.
His first cast having failed him. he
must ROW try to draw the son and if
possible before the latter learned of
his fathers death.
Not until about to re-enter the cat
did he remember he had neglected TO
secure Bayard's address from the but
Ter. But he wouldn't turn back 1t
could be ascertained. Peter Kenny
would either know it or know where to
get it.
To Peters rooms he must of neces-
;ity return first OF all. for it would not
much longer prove possible to go up
md down and to and fro upon Man
lattan Island in black silk evening
,oat and flaming scarlet small clothes
TO change was imperative.
The Monastery" he directed. set
ling back into his seat. 1t was now
lear daylight.
Wait ne told the driver on alight
ng at the Monastery. I'm keeping
'ou." Money passed between them.
more than enough to render his wishes
nviolable
A dull eyed haliboy. recognized and
ct him in. sullenly passing him on TO
he elevator. but as that last was on
be point OF taking fight to Peter Ken
Us door it hesitated and the opera
Or with his hand on the half closed
ate shot 1t open again instead of shut
= telegraph boy not over forty years
red was being admitted at the street
DOR. The colloquy there was distinct
audible:
Mr.. Bayard Shaynon live here?"
'Leventh door. Hurry up-don't
eep the elevator waitin'"
Peter Kenny's rooms were on the
xelfth
The telegram. with its SPRAYING in
orsement in ink. Mr.. Bayard Shay
on. Monastery Apartments" was for
everaI minutes within two feet OF +.
ybarite's nose.
Impossible to conjecture what init.
ate connection it might have with
lie disappearance OF Marian Blessing
n. what food of light it might not
ose upon the dark intrigue.
what door?" demanded the messen-
II as he left the cage at the eleventh {
DOT.