The Raymer enterprise., 1914-11-05

Her dark, questioning. dreading eyes
looked up into his with an expression
he was never to forget 1t combined
dread. horror. doubt and q smoldering
anger that seemed to overcast all
other emotions that lay revealed to
him.
This is a-what is commonly called
q road house'?" she asked DULY, her
eyes narrowing suddenly as II in pain.
1T is an inn during the winter. Mrs.
Wrandall, and road house in the
summer, II that makes it plain to you.
will say. however. that Burton has
always kept well within the law.
This Is the first - er - real bit OF
trouble he's had, and l won't say it's
his fault. Keep quiet. Burton. No one
is accusing you of anything wrong.
Don't whine about it"
But my place Is ruined" ,groaned
the doleful one. ITS got black eye
now. Not that I blame you. madam,
but you can see how"
He quailed before the steady look
In her eyes. and turned away num-
bling.
There is a fire In the reception
room. madam" said the coroner; "and
the proprietor's wife to look out for
you II you should require anything.
Will you 60 In there and compose
yourself before going upstairs! Or,
If you would prefer waiting until
morning. shall not insist on the
er-ordeal tonight"
81 prefer going up there tonight"
said she steadily.
The men looked at each other. and
the sheriff spoke "Mr. Drake is quite
confident the-the man is your hus-
band. It's an ugly affair, Mrs. Wran-
dali. We had no means of identifying
him until Drake came in this evening.
out of curiosity you might say. For
your sake. hope he Is mistaken"
Would you mind telling me some
thing about It before 90 upstairs? I
am quite calm. l am prepared for any.
thing. You need not hesitate"
"As you wish. madam. You will go
into the reception room. II you please.
Burton, is Mrs. Wrandall's room quite
ready for herr"
Il shall not stay here tonight" In
terposed Mrs. Wrandall. "You need
not keep the room for me-"
Il
But, my dear Mrs. Wrandall-"
Il shall wait In. the railway station
until morning II necessary. But not
here"
The coroner led the way to the cosy
little room of the office. She followed
with the sherifi. The men looked worn
and haggard in the bright light that
met them, as If they had not known
sleep or rest for many hours.
"The assistant district attorney was
here until eleven. but went home to
get little rest. It's been q hard case
for all of us-a nasty one," explained
the sheriff, as he placed chair In
front of the fire for her. She sank into
1t Imply.
go on, please" she murmured, and
shook her head at the nervous little
woman who hustled up and inquired II
she could do anything to make her
more comfortable.
The sheriff cleared his throat. well,
1t happened last night. All day long
we've been trying to find out who he
Is, and ever since eight o'clock this
morning we've been searching for the
woman who came here with him. She
has disappeared ns completely as II
swallowed by the earth. Not sign
Of clew-not a shred. There's moth
Ing to show when she left the inn or
by what means. All we know is that
the door to that room up there was
standing half open when Burton
passed by 1t at seven o'clock this
morning-that Is to say, yesterday
morning. for this Is now Wednesday.
1t is quite clear. from this, that she
neglected to close the door tightly
when she came out. probably through
haste or fear. and the draft In the hall
blew 1t wider open during the night.
Burton says the inn was closed for
the night at half-past ten. He went
to bed. She must have slipped out
after everyone was sound asleep.
There were no other guests on that
floor. Burton and his wife sleep on
this floor, and the servants are at the
top Of the house and In a wing. No
one heard a sound. We have not the
remotest idea when the thing hap
lpened, or when she left the place. DR..
Sheet says the man had been dead SIX
or eight hours when he first saw him,
and that was very soon after Burton's
discovery. Burton, on finding the door
open, naturally suspected that his
guests had skipped out during the
night to avoid paying the bill. and lost
no time in entering the room.
HE found the man lying on the bed.
sprawled out, face upward and az
dead as mack-I should say, quite
dead. He was partly dressed. His
coat and vest hung over the back of
a chair. A small service carving
knife, belonging to the inn, had been
driven squarely into his heart and was
found sticking there. Burton saye
that the man. on their arrival at the
Inn. about nine o'clock at night mr.