The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1915-09-16
In the Old
Clock
The Discovery OF the
Guilty One.
BY cLARlSSA MACklE

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morbidly curious men, women ant
children passed 10 and from the fin,
old house az the head of the street.
! In the dining room of the house tn,
. chief Of the town police force inter
viewed the dead mans two servants.
The chief was an eagle eyed man OF
fifty, stern Tipped. with grizzled hair
and beetling brows,
Now, Amanda" he said to the house.
keeper, tell me just what happened
last night"
Amanda Smith pressed handker.
chief 10 her wet eyes and smoothed
down the folds of her lavender cam
brio dress. She was a wholesome look
Ing woman, and her mother had kept
house for Gabriel and his father many
years ago.
1T was this way, Mr.. Lane" she
began nervously "Mr. Morse had his
dinner at as usual and afterward
went into the library.
AT S o'clock the front door bell
rang, and Professor House came In
He was quite Il crony of Mr.. Morse's
and sometimes came every night for
week and then for spell he would
! not come for month.
81 ushered him into the library and
| heard Mr. Morse greet him. Later,
/ about 10 o'clock, the library bell rang,
and Mr., Morse told me | could close
up the house He would let Professor
House out himself.
80 closed and locked all the doors
and windows excepting the front door,
which | left for Mr. Morse to do.
II went up to bed and didn't hear a
sound until Peter came up this morn
ing and knocked at my door, saying
that Mr.. Morse was dead"
Chief Lane turned to the man, coach
man, gardener and house servant.
well Peter?" he prompted
Its all as Amanda has said, sir"
said Peter soberly. Il helped her lock
up the house. and then | went out to
my room over the carriage house and
awoke about this morning.
II had pass key to the kitchen
door, so | went in and started the
fires in the kitchen stove and the cell
lar furnace. Then went into the
library to start up the fire on the
hearth. Mr.. Morse always had his
breakfast in there.
II found the room in great confu-
sion and the body of Mr.. Morse hud-
died in his armchair. He was quite
dead, | could see that but | tele-
phoned for DR.. Gray, and | guess he
sent for you"
Lane dismissed the two servants and
went into the library, He locked the
door on the inside. and, pulling down
the window shades to shut out the |
curious faces peering in from porch
and veranda, he lighted the lamps |
and made a careful survey of the rich
ly furnished room.
What struggle there must have |
been there in that quiet ROOM Chairs
were overturned pictures were hang
ing askew, books were scattered about.
"And he was found choked to death |
In his easy chair" unused the officer.
Some one was fumbling at the door
knob, and he crossed the room and
opened the door.
ooh, it's you, Gray!' he said as he
admitted the physician. Il was wish
ing you would come down. Well,
what do you make Of it all?"
DR.. Gray. who had been Gabriel
Morse's most intimate friend, sadly
shook his head.
ITS bad business, Lane Murder,
of course. But why?'
Money suggested the other.
Nothing missing His gold watch
was untouched, and look here" He
unlocked a drawer in the great ma.
hogany desk and, pulling out tin
box, displayed It filed with crisp
banknotes and gold double eagles.
81 found the drawer unlocked and
possessed myself Of the key" he said
THE contents were undisturbed.
Eliminate robbery as motive, what
nextT
Revenge" promptly answered the
other.
did Gabriel have an enemy
Not that we know Of, but he might
have had one-ah!"
What is itT' asked Lane
what about Professor House? Where
Is hep
"The professor was suddenly called
away this morning His landlady said
be was summoned by telegram"
LET us interview Mrs. Quayle, then"
Locking up the library, the two men
left the house. Pushing their way down
the steps, avoiding the eager questions
" the increasing crowd, they walked
over toward Phoebe Quayles house.
Professor House. quiet, unobtru-
sive man OF middle age. had boarded
with Mrs Quayle for two years, ever
,ince he had come 10 assume the du-
lies OF principal Of the Hampden High
school
Mrs. Quayle met them AT the door.
Silent. dark eyed. thin faced woman
possessed Of a melancholy spirit
I'VE would like TO see Professor