The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-06-26

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Eighty and excited, had what they
call an h~ysterical attack, took a dose
Of sal volatile by my lady's order and
was sent back to her bed.
Half an hour before dinner time the
two gentlemen came back from Fri
zinghal. having arranged with Super
intendent Seegrave that he was to re-
turn to us the next day. They had
called on Mr.. Murthwaite, the Indian
traveller. at his present residence. near
the town. At Mr.. Franklin's request
he had kindly given them the benefit
of his knowledge of the language in
dealing with those two out of b
three Indians who knew nothing OF
English. The examination. conducted
carefully and at great length. had end
ed in nothing, not the shadow Of a rea-
son being discovered for suspecting the
jugglers of having tempered with any
of our servants. On reaching that con-
clusion Mr.. Franklin had sent his tele-
graphic message t. London, and there
the matter nov rested till tomorrow
came.
So much for the history of the day
that followed the birthday.
The Thursday night passed and moth
ing happened. With the Friday morn
ing came two pieces of news.
Item the first: The bakers man de-
clared he had met Rosanna Spearman
on the previous afternoon. with a thick
veil on. walking toward Frizinghall by
the foot path way over the moor.
Item the second came through the
postman. Worthy Mr.. Candy had
caught a chill and was now down with
a fever. The last accounts, brought by
the postman, represented him to be
light headed, talking nonsense as glib.
~, poor man, in his delirium as he Of.
ten talked it in his sober sense.
Breakfast had not been over long
when a telegram from Mr.. Blake, the
elder, arrived in answer to his son. II
informed us that he had laid hands, by
help of his friend the commissioner, on
the right man to help us. The name OF
him was Sergeant Cuff, and the arrival
of him from London might be expect
ed by the morning train.
AZ itdhllS tnt Ddlllt VI TIE new do
lice officer Mr.. Franklin gave a start
1t seems that he had heard some curl
Gus anecdotes about Sergeant Cuff from
his fathers lawyer during his stay in
London. Il begin to hope we are see
ing the end of our anxieties already
he said. IF half the stories / have
heard are true. when it comes to un.
raveling a mystery there isn't the equaI
in England of Sergeant Cuff,
When the time came for the ser.
geant's arrival / went down to the
gate to look out for him.
A fly from the railway drove up as
l reached the lodge, and out got d
grizzled, elderly man, so miserably
lean that he looked as if he had moi
got an ounce Of flesh on his bones In
any part of him. He was dressed all
in decent black, with a white cravat
round his neck. His face was as sharI
as a Ratchet, inc the skin of ii was
as yellow and dry and withered as an
autumn leaf. His eyes, Of a steely
light gray, had a very disconcertinc
trick when they encountered your eyes
of looking as If they expected some.
thing more from you than you were
aware of yourself. His walk was soft
his voice was melancholy, his long
lanky fingers were hooked like claws
He might have been a parson or m
undertaken or anything else you like
except what he really was. A more
complete opposite to Superintendent
Seearave han Sergeant Cuff and a less
comforting officer to look at for a fam,
lily in distress l defy you to discover
search where you may.
as this Lady V~erinder's?" he asked.
"Yes, sir"
81 am Sergeant Cuff"
This way, sir, if you please"
On our road to the house 1 men
toned my name and position in the
family to satisfy him that he might
speak to me about the business on
which my lady was to employ him
Not q word did he say about the bust
ness. however. for all that. He adj
mired the grounds and remarked that
he felt the sea air very brisk and re.
freshing.
Asking for my lady and hearing that
she was in one of the Conservatives
we went round to the gardens at the
back and sent a servant to seek her
While we were waiting Sergeant Cuff
looked through the evergreen arch or
our left. spied out our rosery and
walked straight in with the first ap.
pearance of anything like interest thai
he had shown yet. To the gardeners
establishment and to my disgust this
celebrated policeman proved to be
quite a mine of learning on the
trumpery subject of rose gardens.
"You seem to be fond of roses, ser
geant?" I remarked.
81 haven't much time to be fond OF
anything" says Sergeant Cuff. Blu
when / have a moments fondness Il
bestow, most times, Mr.. Betteredge