The Delta independent., 1915-10-01
CHAPT Err iii
In the Train.

each other in the first-class smoker.
Travelled inland simultaneously en-
crossed in a copious report of the
previous days proceedings at the coro-
ner's court.
The medical evidence was valuable
only as tracing the fatal blow to some
such weapon as the missing trun-
cheon; the buffers evidence explained
that the dinner-hour was seven thirty;
that, not five minutes before, he had
seen his master come downstairs and
enter the library, where, at seven fifty
five, on going to ask if he had heard
the gong, he had obtained no answer
but found the door locked on the in
side; that he had then hastened round
by the garden, and in through the
French window, to discover the de-
ceased gentleman lying in his blood.
The head gardener. who lived in the
lodge, had sworn to having seen a
bare-headed man rush past his win
dows and out of the gates about the
same hour, as he knew by the sound
ing of the gong up at the house; they
often heard it at the lodge, in warm
weather when the windows were open,
and the gardener swore that he him
self had heard it on this occasion.
The footman appeared TO have been
less positive as to the time of tele-
phone call he had answered, thought
it was between four and FIVE, but re-
membered the conversation very we'll
The gentleman had asked whether Mr..
Craven was at home, had been told
that he was out motoring, asked when
he would be back, told he couldn't say
but before dinner some time, and what
name should be given, whereupon the
gentleman had rung off without an
swering. The footman thought he was
gentleman, from the way he spoke
But apparently the police had not yet
succeeded in tracing the call
rs it difficult thing to do?" asked
Cazalet, touching on this last point
early in the discussion, which even he
showed no wish to avoid this morning.
He had dropped his paper, to find that
Toye had already dropped his, and
was gazing at the flying English fields
with thoughtful Fuckers about his SOM
ber eyes.
IF you ask me-" he replied, T
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 is
to it. But it's not at that end they'll
put the salt on their man"
Which end will it be- them"
"The river end. That hat, or cap
Do you see what the gardener says
about the man who ran out bare
headed? If 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
il 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. plainsailing stern
chase and they get there by bedtime
wireless or no wireless!"
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.
"nnn'f no
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
cuiated 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-
ing statement. 1t was well over a
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 thing like this happening, there,
in the old governors den, of all
places."
Seems like n kind of Doetic ius.