The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-07-01
By SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS
Copyright. Islz. by the Bobbs-Raerrill
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"ImpossfbIel Marjorie is not the wo- man to permit such thing.H
 Without blame to her or. indeed, to either of them She also believes now that sedsufek killed her husband g
 .sAnd-and she was interested in your friend?s' asked the old scholar slowly
 q fear-that is. I trust so. Circurn- stantiaI evidence is against Sedgwiclx. but I give you my word, sir, it is wholly impossible that he should have killed your niece's husband
 'To doubt your certainty would be cTassly stupid And are you hopeful of clearing up the circumstances 2'
 There I want your aid. The night of the tragedy a person wearing dark garment embroidered with silver stars was on Hawkin heights. have req son to believe that this person came there to meet some one from the Blair place It is to run him down that I have come to Boston
 "A man wearing a dark garment ena- broidered with silver stars" said the philosopher Surely a strange garb in this age of sartoriaI orthodoxy
 Not for an astrologer.'
 "Ah, an astrologer. And you think he came from Boston ?''
 L nksZ ing some newspaper clippings from his pocket. that somewhere among these advertisements taken from the news papers which are subscribed for at Hedgerow house he is to be found"
 There I ought to be able to help. Through my association with the oc- cult society I have investigated many of these gentry. Great rascals. most of them.''
 Whom would you consider the most able of the lot s''
 The old man set finger on one of the clippings Preston Jax, said he, .is the shrewdest of them all Some times I have thought that he had dim flashes of real cIairvoyanee.
 ssProbabIY he is my man Anyway, I shall visit him first, and if find that his ofice was closed on July 5'-
 'sIt was and for a day or two there after as chance to know, because one of the occult society's secret agents was to have visited him and could not get an appointment
 ssGaed. shall see you, then, tonaer- row, sir
 Ten o'clock of the following morning found the Harvard professor formally presenting his fFtnd, Chester Kent, to Mrs Wilfrid Blair at the house of the cousin with whom she was staying.
 "My dear. said the old gentleman, '.you may trust Professor Rents judg ment and insight as implicitly as his honor. I can give no stronger recon mendation and will now take nay leave,
 Kent resisted successfully wild and fearful desire to set restraining hold upon the disappearing coattA1Is, for Sm- barrassment had again eagulfed the scientists soul
 q don't know exactly how te begin he said
 .aThen I will help you.'' said she. be- coming suddenly grave 'eYou are here te speak to me of some topic wholly distinct from one forbidden phase.'
 sHave you lost any Jewels lately. Mrs Blair9'
 The girl-w1dow started eYes- How did you know 7''
 ssYou have made no complaint or published DO advertisements for them ?''
 '-I have kept it absolutely secret Father Blair insisted that should do so.'
 ..They were valuable. these jewels7'
 'grhe rings were, intrfnsicaIIy, but what I most valued was the necklace of rose tOpazes- They were the Gros- venor topazes."
 "A family reEic7''
 -'NOt my own family My husbands mother left them to ne. They came down to her from her grandmother, Camilla Grosvenor She Was rather a famous person in her time O. L. FL Holt painted her-one of his finest DOT traits, I believe AnEand she was remarkable in other respects She was woman of great force of character and great personal attraction, be Heve, though she was not exactly beau hfaL When she was still under thirty she became the leader of a band of myst1cs and star worshipers- I believe that she became infatuated with one of them, a young German, and that there was an elopement by water. This I remember, at 1east-her body washed aslore on the coast not very far from Hedgerow house"
 "At Lonesome Cover
 @Yes. The very name of it chilIs me. For my husband 1t had an uncan- ny fascination. He used to talk to me about the place
 Would you know the face of Camn- la Grosyenor ?'
 44of course. The Elliott portrait hangs in the library at Hedgerow house.
 Kent took from under his coat the drawing purchased from Elder Dennett.
 That is the same,- said Mrs Blair unhesitatingly. Tt isn't quite the same pose as the finished portrait, and it lacks the earring which is in the portrait But I should say it is surely EIIiott's work Couldn't it be a pre- liminary sketch for the portraft?"
 Probably that is what it is"
 Gan you tell me where it came fron7''
 From between the pages of an old book Tell me how your necklace was lost. please
 T don't know. On the afternoon of