Bisbee daily review., 1915-06-29
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. might fall upon me, now that Che real cuirrit had so iugeniously escaped.
 Whether or not acted rightly iu re- maiuing away from the place. ] leave it to you to judge in the light of the amazing truth which afterwards tran spired l decided to walk straight back to. my uucle's. and dinner was over before ! had he'd my tub and dressed. Next day the body would surely be found; then the whole countryside would be filled with horror and surprise. Was it possible that Leithcourt, that calm, wllIeroomed. distinguished looking man held any knowledge of the glast y truth? No. Ifs manner as he stood in the hall chatting gayly with me was surely not that or man with a guilty secret became firmly con yiuced that although the tragedy Gf- fected him very closely, and that it had occurred at the spot which he had each day visited for some mysterious purpose. yet uu to the present he was in ignorance of what had trauspired. But who was the woman? Was she young or old? A thousand times ] regretted bitter " that ] had no matches with me so that might examine her features. Was the victim that swaet-faced young girl whose photograph had been SO ruthlessly cast from it's frame and de- stroyed? The theory was weird one, but was it the truth? ] retired to my room that night full Of fevered appre- tension Had l acted rightly in not returning to that lonely spot on the brow of the hill? Had ] done as a man should do in keeping the tragic secret 10 myself?
 Al six l shaved, descended. and. went out with the dogs for a short walk; but on returning ] heard of nothing unusual, and was compelled to remain Inactive until near midday.
 l was crossing the stable yard where ] had gone Co order the carriage for my aunt when an English groom, sud. denly emerging from the harness room touched his cap, saying:
 Have you card, sir Of the awful aIu-I up lN.Nt.
 "Of vhat2" ] asked quickly.
 "Weu sir. there seems to have been a murder last night up in Rannoch wood said Che man quickly. Holden. the gardener, has just come back from that village and says that Mr. Leith- courts under Eamokeeper as he was going home at five this morning came upon a dead body"
 Call Holden. I'd like to know all he's heard ] said. And presently, when the gardener emerged from the ErapeLouse, ] sought of him ali the particulars he had gathered.
 "I don't know very much, sir was the mans reply. q went into the inn for a glass of beer at eleven. as ] al. ways do. and heard them talking about it A young man was murdered last night up In Rannoch wood"
 "The body was that of a man2" ] asked, trying Co conceal my utter be. wildermeut
 "Yes-about thirty they say The police have taken him to the mortuary at Dumiries, and the detectives are uI there now looking at the spot, they say.'
 A man. And yet the body ! found was that or a womgn-that l could swear
 After lunch ] took the dogcart and drove alone into Dumfries
 The police constable on duty at the town moTtuary took me up a narrow alley unlocked a door. and found my self in the cold, gloomy chamber of death. From a small diugy window above the light fell upon an object lying upon a large slab of gray stone and covered with a a1ilcd sheet.
 The policeman lifted the end of the sheet revealing to me a white, hard set face, with closed eyes and dropped jaw J started back as my eyes fell upon the dead countenance l was en- t.rely unprepared for such a reyela. ton. The truth staggered me
 The victim was the man who had acted as my irieud-the Italian waiter, Olinto
 ] advanced and peered into the thin inauimate features, scarce able to real. Ah' Nll' ahN'tNA NttA.Lf put AAg tNEo NhN not deceived me. Though death dis. torts the facial expression of every man, ] had no difficulty in identifying him.
 You recognize him, sir?" remarked the officer. 'Who is he? Our people are very anxious to know for up to the present moment they haven't succeed ed in establishing his identity
 I will see your inspector" l an. swered with as much calmness as l could muster. Where has the poor fellow been woundedg
 Through the heart.' responded the constable, as turning the sheet farther down he showed me the small knife wound which had penetrated the vic tims jacket and vest full in the chest
 This is the weapon" he added talk ing from a shelf close by a long, thin poniard with an ivory handle which