Bisbee daily review., 1915-07-09
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that the detective who had ordered his chop and coffee had stopped to light his pipe and was watching ms.
 But why haven't you told the po- lice?"
 'I prefer to make inquiries for my self"
 And in what have your inquiries re- sultede"
 Nothing absolutely nothing" he said grayely.
 You do not suspect any plot? recollect that night in Lambeth you told me you had enemies?
 An so l have, signore-and SO have you!' he exclaimed hoarsely. Yes. my poor Armida may have been entrapped by them"
 And if entrapped, what them"
 They would kin her with as 'it- tie compuuction as they would a dy." he said An, you do not know the callousness of those people only hope and pray that she may have es. capped and is in hiding somewhere. and will arrive unexpectedly and give me a startling surprise She delights in startling me he added with a laugh
 Then you think she must have been called away from home by some urg- ent message?' suggested.
 By the manner in which she left things, it seemed as though she went away hurriedly There were five sov- ereiEns in drawer that we had saved for the rent. and she took them with her.
 paused, hesitating whether to tell him the terrible truth. ! recollected that the body had disappeared there fore what proof had of my allega. tion that she had been murdered?
 Tell me, OHnto," ] said as We moved forward again in the direction of Paddington station, have you any knowledge of a man named Leith- court2"
 He started suddenly and looked at me
 q have heard of him, be answered very lamely
 And of his daughter-Muriel?"
 And also of her. But l am not ac- quaiuted with them-nor to tell the truth, do l wish to be
 Why"
 Because they are enemies of mine bitter enemies"
 His declaration was strange, for it threw some light upon the tragedy in Raunoch wood.
 And of your wife. also?"
 "I do not know that" he respond ed. My enemies are my wife's also l suppose
 You have not told me the secret of that dastardly attempt upon me when We last met l said in a low voice. "Why not tell me the truth2 | surely ought 10 know who my enemies really are, SO as 10 be warned against any future plot"
 You shall know some day. siguore. l dare not tell you now
 You said that before, l exclaimed with dissatisfaction If you are faithful to me. you ought at least to tell me the reason they wished to kill me in secret
 Because they fear you. was his an. swer
 "Why should they fear me?'
 But he shrugged his shoulders, and made a gesture with his hands indica. tive of utter ignorance.
 "I ask you one question Answer yes or no. Is the man Leithcourt my euemy?'
 The young Italian paused, and then answered.
 "He is not your friend. I am quite well aware of that l have known him several years. When we first met he was poor
 Suddenly became rich-eh?"
 Bought a fine house in the country; lives mostly at the Carlton when he and his wife and daughter are in London-although ] believe they now have a house somewhere in the West end-and he often makes long cruises in his steam yacht"
 And how did he make his money?"
 Again Olinto elevated his shoulders without replying.
 He walked with me as far as the end Of Bishops road, endeavoring with all the Italians exquisite diplomacy Co obtain from me what ] knew con cerning the Leithcourts But l told him nothing, nor did reveal that had only that morning returned from Scotland Then at last we parted, and he retraced his steps to the little res taurant in Westbourne Grove, while I entered a hanson and drove to the well-l,nown photographers in New Bond street whose name had been upon the torn photograph of the young girl in the white pique blouse and her hair fastened with a bow of ribbon, the picture that l had found on board the Lola on that memorable night in the Mediterranean, and a duplicate of which had seen in Muriels cozy little room up at Rannoch. l recOlected that she had told me the name of the original was Elma Heath, and that she had been a school fellow of hers at Chichester. There fore I inquired of the photographers lady clerk whether she could supply me with a print of the negative.