Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1915-10-26
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Der eyes.
III you ask me-" he replied, 81
should like to know what wasn't diff
cult connected with the telephone sys-
tenn In this country! Why, you don't
have a system, and that's all there Ia
70 It. But it's not at that end they'll
put the salt on their man."
Which end will 1t be, them"
The river end. That hat, or cap.
Do you see what the gardener says
ABOUT the man who ran out bare
headed? II. he went and left his hat or
his cap behind him, that should be
good enough in the long run It's the
very worst thing you can leave. Ever
hear of Franz Muller?"
Cazalet had not heard of that I'M
portant notoriety. nor did his ignor-
ance appear to trouble him at all, but
1t was becoming more and more clear
that Toye took an almost unhealthy
interest in the theory and practise of
violent crime.
Franz Muller" he continued. left
his hat behind him, only that and
nothing more, but it brought him to
the gallows even though he got over
to the other side first. He made the
mistake of taking slow steamer, and
that's just about the one mistake they
never did make at Scotland Yard. Give
them nice, long, plain-sailing stern
chase and they get there by bedtime
wireless or no wirelessi"
But Cazalet was in no mind to dis
cuss other crimes, old or new; and he
closed the depression by asserting
somewhat roundly that neither hat
nor cap had been left behind in the
only case that interested him.
Don't be too sure" said Toye.
Even Scotland Yard doesn't show all
its hand at once, in the first inquiry
that comes along. They don't give
out any description OF the man that
ran away, but you bet it's being cir
culated around every police Office in
the United Kingdom"
Cazalet said they would give it out
fast enough if they had it to give. By
the way, he was surprised to see that
the head gardener was the same who
had been at Uplands in his fathers
time; he must be getting an old man,
and no doubt shaker on points of de-
tail than he would be likely to admit
Cazalet instanced the alleged hearing
of the gong as in itself an unconvinc-
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hundred yards from the gates to the
house, and there were no windows to
open in the hall where the gong would
be rung.
I've dreamed of the old spot so
Often" he said at length. I'm not
thinking of the night before last-I
meant in the husband now to think
of a thing like this happening. there,
in the old governors den, of all
places!"
Seems like kind of poetic jus
tice," said Hilton Toye.
1T does. 1t ISL cried Cazalet,
fetching moist yet fiery eyes in from
the fields. 81 said to you the other
night that Henry Craven never was a
white man, and l won't unsay 1t now.
Nobody may ever know what he's done
to bring this upon him. But those who
really knew the man, and suffered for
it, can guess the kind of thing!"
Exactly" murmured Toye, as
though he had just said as much him
self. His dark eyes twinkled with de-
liberation and debate. How long is
it, by the way, that they gave that
clerk and friend of yours?"
A keen look pressed the startling
question: at least, it startled Cazalet.
you mean Scruton? What on earth
made you think of him."
Talking of those who suffered for
being the dead mans friends, guess
said Toye. WAS it fourteen years."
That was it."
But guess fourteen doesn't mean
fourteen, ordinarily, if a prisoner be-
HAYES himself?"
"a little more than ten"
Then Scruton may be out now?"
Just"
Toye nodded with detestable
aplomb. THAT gives you something
to chew on" said he. "Of course,
don't say he's our man"
Il should think you didn't" cried
Cazalet, white to the lips with sudden
fury.
(TO BE CONTINUED)