The bee., 1914-08-14

case we're on. When l come to tackle
It I may find that one man could do II
alone. But
"wait. You're going into Il, arc
your"
ooh, certainly"
with or without me?
"Yes."
why couldn't you have said so a,
3rst and saved this discussion?" cried
his host. ''Of course IL you're in for
it, so am !. But what about your
reputation?"
ITS worth good deal to me-" con.
fessed the scientist "And can't deny
I'm stalking it all on my theory of this
case. II I'm wrong-well, it's ABOUT
the fms of my career"
'See here. Chetr' broke out his
friend. do you think I'm going to
let you take that kind of a chance
for mey'
ut isn't for you" declared the other
with irritation. Its for myself. Can't
you understand that this is my case
Do you care TO run over to the library ?
No? Well, for the rest of the evening
can be found-no: cannot be found.
though I'll be therein room SILL"
"All right" said Sedgwick. "You
needn't fear any further intrusion.
But when is our venture?"
Tomorrow night" replied Kent,
"Wilfrid Blair having officially died. as
per specifications, today"
Trout are a tradition rather than a
prospect in Sundayman's creek. Some.
indeed, consider them a myth. Hope
springs eternal In the human breast.
however. and a fisherman, duly equip
ped, might have been observed testing
the upper reaches Of the stream on
the morning of July 10. Although his
rod and tackle were of the best, his
apparel was rough, not to say, scrub
by. An old SLOUGH hat was drawn down
over his forehead and staring blue
glasses sheltered his eyes against the
sun, which was sufficiently obscured-
for most tastes-by a blanket of gray
clouu, promising rain.
The rumble of a vehicle distracted
his attention. and he looked up to OBJ
serve with curiosity a carriage full OF
strangers pass across the bridge. The
strangers were all In black. The an
gler looked away again and turned to
continue his hopeful progress toward
the bend. Not until he had rounded
the curve did he pause for rest. He
was waiting for the funeral service of
Wilfrid Blair.
Notices in the Boston and New York
papers had formally designated the
burial as Private" That invaluable
aid. Lawyer Adam Balm. who seemed
to have his fingers on the pulse of all
the county's activities, had informed
Kent that telegraphic summonses had
gone out to few near relatives and
that the relatives. together with a
clergyman. were expected that morning.
For a patient hour longer Kent's
flies explored unresponsive
hooks and corners. At the end of that
time he sighted figure coming from
Hedgerow house and lodged into a
covert of sumac. The glass brought
out clearly the features Of Alexander
Blair. set. stern and pale. Blair walk
ed swiftly to the willow thicket where
lay Captain Hogg and his unnamed
looked down into the raw
fresh excavation and turned away.
Another man. issuing from the house.
Joined him. From his gestures Alex
ander Blair seemed to be explaining
and directing. Finally both returned |
to the house.
Handling the whole business him |
SELF" commented Kent II like his
courage anyway"
Half an hour afterward the little !
procession moved from the |
house. There was 20 ,hearse Six
men carried the coffin. They were all
+ SIS .,. !