The Raymer enterprise., 1914-11-05

she wore high black shoes of the
thick walking type. Judging from
Burton's description she must have
been about your size and figure, Mrs.
Wrandall. Isn't that SO, Mrs. Bur-
toni"
The innkeeper's wife spoke. "Yes,
Mr.. Harden. Id say SO myself. About
five feet six, I'd judge; rather slim
and graceful like, in spite of the big
coat"
Mrs. Wrandall was watching the
woman's face. II am five feet six," )"
she said, as II answering question.
The sheriff cleared his throat some
what needlessly.
Burton says she acted as II she
were lady," he went on. mot the
kind that usually comes out here on
such expeditions, he admits. She did
not speak to anyone, except once in
very low tones to the man she was
with, and then she was standing by
the fireplace out In the main office,
quite a distance from the desk. She
went upstairs alone, and he gave some
orders to Burton before following her.
That was the last time Burton saw
her. The waitress went up with a spe-
cially prepared supper about half an
hour later"
1T seems quite clear, Mrs. Wran.
dali. that she robbed the man after
stabbing him." said the coroner.
Mrs. Wrandall started. "Then she
was not lady. after ALL" she said
quickly. There was a note Of relief
In her voice. 1t was as II she had
put aside half-formed conclusion.
His pockets were empty. Not
penny had been left. Watch, cuff
links, scarf pin. cigarette case, purse
and bill folder-all gone. Burton had
seen most Of these articles in the
Office"
isn't it-but no! Why should ]
be the one to offer suggestion that
might be construed as a defense for
this woman"
you were about to suggest, madam,
that some one else might have taken
the valuables-is that it?" cried the
sheriff.
Had you thought of It, Mr.. Sheriff?''
II had not. 1t isn't reasonable. No
one about this place is suspected. We
have thought Of this, however: the
murderess may have taken all OF
these things away with her In order
to prevent immediate Identification OF
her victim. She may have been clever
enough for that. 1t would give her a
start"
"Not an unreasonable conclusion
when you stop to consider. Mr.. Sher.
III, that the man took the initiative In
that very particular" said Mrs. Wran.
dali in such a self-contained way that
the three men looked at her In won
der. Then she came abruptly to her
feet. 1T is very late. gentlemen.
am ready to go upstairs, Mr.. Sheriff. -
II must warn you, madam, that Mr..
Drake is reasonably certain that 1t is
your husband" said the coroner un.
comfortably. you may not be pre-.
pared for the shock that"
81 shall not faint, DR.. Sheet. II II
Is my husband l shall ask you to leave
me alone in the room with him for a
little while" The final word trailed
out into a long, tremulous wall. show
Ing how near she was to the breaking
point In her wonderful effort at self
control. The men looked away hast
lily. They heard her draw two or
three deep, quayering breaths; they
could almost feel the tension that she
was exercising over herself.
The doctor turned after a moment
and spoke very gently, but with pro.
fessional flrmness. "You must not
think Of yenturing out in this wretched
night. madam. 1t would be the worst
kind OF folly. Surely you will be
guided by me-by your own common
sense. Mrs. Burton will be with
you"
THANK you, DR.. Sheet" she inter
posed calmly. III what we all fear
should turn out to be the truth,
could not stay here. | could moi
breathe. I could not live. II, on the
other hand, Mr.. Drake is mistaken,
shall stay. But II 1t is my husband,
cannot remain under the same rool
with him, even though he be dead.
do not expect you to understand my
feelings. 1t would be asking toe
much Of men-too much"
II think l understand" murmuret
Drake.
Come" said the sheriff. arousins
himself with an effort.
She moved swiftly after him. Drake
and the coroner, following close be
hind with Mrs. Burton. could not take
their eyes from the slender, graceful
figure. She was revelation to them
Feeling as they did that she was abou,
to be confronted by the most appalling
crisis imaginable, they could not bu
marvel at her composrre. brakes
mind dwelt on the stories of the guillo
tine and the heroines who went up tt
1t In those bloody days without &c
much as quiver Of dread. Somehow
to him. this woman was a heroine.
They passed into the hall ant
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