Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1915-12-15

~ap.' Urea NoZaISt.
might have played in the library scene
with his adored Miss Blanche, so WV
idly was every minute of that crowd
ed hour brought home to him. He was
not so sure that he had any very def.
mite conception Of the foundations Of
An English house.
"Ours were like ever so many little
tiny rooms" said Cazalet, where
couldn't stand nearly upright even as
4 small boy without giving my head q
crack against the ground floors. They
led into one another by q lot Of little
manholes-tight fits even for 4 boy,
man yesterday"
Hilton Toye, edging in his word.
said he guessed he visualized-but just
where had those missing things been
found?
"Three or four compartments from
tho first one under the library" said
Cazalet.
did you md them?"
"We11. kicked against the trun.
cheon, but Drinkwater dug it up. The
watch and keys were with It,"
"Say, were they buried?"
"Only in the loose rubble and brick.
dusty stuff that you get in founda,
TONS"
"Say, that's bad! That murderer
must have known something, or else
it's bully fluke in his favor"
Il don't follow you, Toye." ...y.
- I'm thinking g. Of finger:prints.. Il
he'd just've laid those things right
down, he'd have left the print of his
hand as large as life for Scotland
Yard"
"The devil he would" exclaimed
Cazalet. II wish you'd explain" he
added; remember I'm q wild man
from the woods, and only know of
these things by the vaguest kind of
hearsay and. stray paragraphs in the
papers. I never knew you could leave
your mark so easily as all that"
Toye took the breakfast menu and
placed it face downward on the table
cloth. Lay your hand on that, palm
down." he said, land don't move it
for a minute"
Cazalet looked at him a moment
before complying; then his fine, shape
ly, sunburnt hand lay still as plaster
under their eyes until Toye told him
he might take it up. OF course there
was no mark whatever, and Cazalet
laughed.
"You should have caught me when
I came up from those foundations,
not fresh from my tub" said he.
"You wait" replied Hilton Toye,
taking the menu gingerly by the edge,
and putting it out of harms way in
the empty toast-rack. "You can't see
anything now, but if you come round
to the Savoy I'll show you something"
"What?"
"Your prints, sir! don't say I'm
Scotland Yard at the game, but can
do it we'll enough to show you how
it's done. You haven't left your mark
upon the paper, but guess you've left
the sweat of your hand: if snow
little French chalk over it, the chalk'u
stick where your hand did, and blow
off easily everywhere else Say, come
round to lunch and I'll have your
prints ready for you. I'd like aw-
fully to show you how it's DONE"
Cazalet excused himself with deci-
sion. He had full morning in front
of him. He was going to see Miss
Macnair's brother, son of the late head
of his fathers old firm of solicitors,
and now one of the partners, to get
them either to take up Scruton's case
themselves, or else to recommend a
firm perhaps more accustomed to
criminal practice. Cazalet was always
apt to be elaborate in the first person
singular, either in the past or in the
future tense; but he was more so
than usual in explaining his consid-
cred intentions in this matter that
lay so very near his heart.
Going to see Scruton, too?" said
Toye.
mot necessarily" was the short re-
ply. But it also was elaborated by
Cazalet on 4 moments consideration.
The fact was that he wanted first to
know If it were not possible, by the
Intervention Of q really influential law
yer, to obtain the prisoners immediate
release, at any rate on bail. If impos-
sible, he might hesitate to force him
self on Scruton in the prison, but he
would see.
cts a perfect scandal that he should
be there at ALL" said Cazalet. as he
rose first and ushered Toye out into
the lounge. "Only think: our old
gardener saw him run out of the drive
at half past seven, when the gong
went, when the real murderer must
have been shivering in the Michael
Angelo cupboard, wondering how. the
devil he was ever going to get out
again" -..