Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-09-20

Il want you to understand abo1S ~
steamer iirst." said Toyo. she waDA
"a Monday night in the Bay Of Naples,
only sailed Tuesday nesning, e1l1
reached Genoa Wednesday nesniAe
and lay there all Of forty-slgAt he11A
as these German boats q. anyhow.
That brings US to Friday morning -
fore the Kaiser Fritz gets quit Of italy.
doesn't it,"
"Yes-I suppose so-do tell me
about Walter!"
why, first heard Of him at Co
noa. where they figured should have
q stateroom all to myself, as the other
gentleman had been left behind at
Naples. never saw him till he
scrambled aboard again Friday, about
the nfty.ninth minute Of the eleventh
hour"
"At Genoa?"
Sure"
"And YOU pretend to know where
he'd been?"
II guess do know"-and Toye
sighed as he raised his little book.
"Cazalet stepped on the train that left
Naples six-fifty Monday evening. and
on tho one timed to reach Charine
Cross three-twenty-fve Wednesday"
THE day of the m"
Eyes. never called it by the hard.
est name. myself; but it was seven.
thirty Wednesday evening that Henry
Craven got his death-blow somehow.
Well. Walter Cazalet left Charing
Cross again by the nine o'clock that
night, and was back aboard the Kaiser
Fritz on Friday morning-full of his
friends in Rome who didn't exist
The notebook was put away with
every symptom of relief.
II suppose you can prove what you
say?" said Blanche in a voice as dull
as her unseeing eyes.
1 have men to swear to him-tick.
et-collectors. conductors, walters on
the restaurant-car-all up and down
the line went over the same
ground on the same trains so that
was simple. can also produce the
barber who claims to have taken OF
his beard in Paris, where he put In
hours Thursday morning."
Blanche looked up suddenly, not at
Toye, but past him toward an over.
laden side-table against the wall. II
was there that Cazalet's photograph
had stood among many others; until
this morning she had never missed it.,
for she seemed hardly to have been
In her room all the week; but she had
been wondering who had removed it.,
whether Cazalet himself (who had
spoken Of doing so, she now knew
WHY, or Martha (whom she would not
question about it, in fit Of ungov-
ernable disapproval. And now there
was the photograph back in its place.
leather frame and all!
Il know what you did" said
Blanche. You took that photograph
with you-the one on that table-and
had him identified by it,"
1T was the night l came down to
bid you good-by," he confessed. and
didn't have time to wait. l didn't
come down for the photo. never
thought Of it till saw it there.
came down to kind Of warn you, Miss
Dlanche!"
Against him." she said, as If there
was only one man left in the world.
"Yes-I guess I'd already warned
Cazalet that was starting on his
tracks
And then Blanche just said, Poor
old-sweep!'' as one talking to her
self. And Toye seized upon the words
as she had seized on nothing from
him.
Have you only pity for the fellow ?"
he cried; for she was gazing at the
bearded photograph without revul
sion.
"of course" she answered. hardly
attending.
Even though he killed this man
even though he came across Europe to
kill him."
"You don't think 1t was deliberate
yourself, even If he did do It,"
But can you doubt that he did,"
cried Toye, quick to ignore the point
she had made. yet none the less sim
cerely convinced upon the other. Il
guess you wouldn't If you'd heard
some of the things he said to me on
the steamer, sul hos uald5 good on