The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1914-12-03
SYNOPSIS

Jennie Brice and her husband, Lsoley.
quarrel She disappears from hrr. Pit
mans boarding house during q Pittsburgh
feod.
Ms rr-rnan tells Eolcombs, an amateur
detective that she believes Iacley has
killed Jennie Brice
Eolcotnbe finds nominating evidence
u Lsdley's room An onyx clock IL miss
ing Mrs. Pitrnan's knife has been stolen
and broken.
CONTINUED FROM LAST WEEK.
away, as he says she old But II she
hasn't He probably took the body
with him when he said be was getting
medicine and dropped II in the current
somewhere But we must 90 slow with
al this. There's no use shouting wolf
yet"
"But-the towelT"
HE may have cut himself shaving.
II has been done"
"And the kDifeY'
He shrugged bis shoulders good ma
turedIy
'I'ye seen perfectly good knife
spoiled opening bottle Of pickles"
But the slipperf And the clock ?"
MY good woman, enough shoes and
slippers are forgotten In the bottoms
Of cupboards year after year In food
time and are found floating around the
streets 10 make all the old clothes men
In town happy. / have seen almost
everything floating about during one Of
these annual foods
al do
clock floating around" replied little
sharply. / had no sense of humor that
day. He stopped smiling at once and
stood Juggling at bis mustache.
mo" be admitted. AN onyx clock
sinks, that's true That's a very nice
little point, that onyx clock. He may
be trying TO sell It or perhaps He
did not finish.
i went back Immediately, only stop
ping at the market TO get meat for Mr..
/ Reynolds supper. 1t was after half
past ., and dusk was coming on. i
got a boat and was rowed directly
home Peter was not at the foot OF the
steps. paid the boatnan and let him
go and turned 10 go up the stairs.
Some one was speaking In the hall
above.
! have read somewhere that no two
voices are exactly alike, Just as no
two yiolins ever produce the same
sound. / think 1t Is what they call
the timbre that Is different / have,
for instance, never heard voice like
Mr. Pitman's, although Mr.. Harry
LADDERS In a photograph resembles
It, And voices have always done for
me what odors do for some people, re
yived forgotten scenes and old mem
Dries. But the memory that the voice
at the head Of the stairs brought back
was not very old, although / had for
gotten 1t. ] seemed to hear again all
at once the tapping Of the water Sun
day morning as 1t began to come in
over the doorsill; the sound Of Terry
ripping up the parlor carpet and Mrs.
Ladley calling me a she devil In the
next room. In reply to this very voice.
But when got to the top Of the
stairs 1t was only Mr.. Howell who
had brought his visitor to the food
district, and on getting her splashed
with the muddy water had taken her
to my house for q towel and cake Of
soap.
lighted the lamp In the hall and
Mr.. Howell introduced the girl. She
was a pretty girl, slim and young, and
she had taken her wetting good
naturally.
IL know we are intruders, Mrs. Pit
man." she said, holding out her hand.
"Especially now. when you are in
trouble"
81 have told Miss Harvey little"
Mr.. Howell said, land promised to
show her Peter, but he is not here"
think ! had known 1t was my SIS
ter's child from the moment l lighted
the lamp. There was something Of
Alma I'm her. not Alma's hardness or
haughtiness, but Alma's dark blue
eyes with black lashes, and Alma's
nose Alma was always the beauty Of
the family. What with the days ex-
element and seeing Alma's child like
this, In my house, felt things going
round and clutched at the stair rail.
Mr. Howell caught me.
why. Mrs. PitmanW he said.
whats the matterr"
got myself in hand In a moment
and smiled ut the girl.
Nothing at ALL" said. indigestion,
most likely. Too much tea the last
day or two and not enough solid food.
I've been too anxious to eat"
Ilda-for she was that to me ut
once, although l had never seen her
befOre-Lida was all sympathy and
sweetness. She actually asked me to
go with her to a restaurant and have
"a real dinner. could imagine Alma,
had she known! But excused myself.
II have to cook something for Mr..
Reynolds" | said, "and I'm better
now, anyhow. thank you. Mr.. Howell,
may speak to you for n momentT
He followed mo along the back hall.
which was duak