Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-12-10
CHAPTER II-continued.

CHAPTER ll-Continued.
1t was a sorry sample of his talk.
Hilton Toye did not usually mix the
ready metaphors that nevertheless
had to satisfy an inner censor. of some
austerity. before they were allowed
to leave those deliberate lips. Yet
now, in his strange excitement, word
and tone alike were on the level of ;
the stage Americans. 1t was not less
than, extraordinary.
You don't mean Cazalet seemed
to be swallowing-"about Henry Cra-
ven?"
Yep"
you don't mean to say he's-dead?"
Last Wednesday night!" Toye
looked at his paper, mo, l guess I'm
wrong. Seems it happened Wednes-
day, but he only passed away Sunday
morning"
Cazalet still sat staring at him
there was not room for two of them on
their feet-but into his heavy stare
there came a CLEAN of leaden wisdom.
This was Thursday morning" he
said, so l didn't dream of it when it
happened, after ALL"
"You dreamed you saw him lying
dead, and so he was" said Toye. "The
funerals been today. 1 don't know,
but that seems to me just about the
next nearest thing to seeing the crime
perpetrated in a vision"
"Crime!" cried Cazalet. what
crime?"
Murder, sir!" said Hilton Toye.
"Willful, brutal, bloody murder! Here's
the paper; better read it for yourself
I'm glad he wasn't friend of yours,
or mine either, but it's bad end even
for your worst enemy"
The paper 1uttered in Cazelet's
clutch as it had done in Toye's; but
that was as natural as his puzzled
frown over the cryptic illusions of a
journal that had dealt fully with the
ascertainable facts in previous issues
Some few emerged between the lines.
Henry Craven had received his fatal
injuries on the Wednesday of the pre-
vious week. The thing had happened
y,
seven in the evening; but how crime,
which was apparently profound mys-
terry, had been timed to within a min
ute of it's commission did not appear
among the latest particulars No ar
rest had been made No clue was men
toned, beyond the statement that the
| police were still searching for a def
mite instrument with which it was evi-
IDENTITY assumed that the deed had been
| committed. There was in fact a close
description of an unusual weapon, a
special constable's very special trun-
cheon. 1t had hung as a cherished tro-
ply on the library wall, from which ii
was missing, while the very imprint of
silver shield, mounted on the thick
end of the weapon was stated to have
been discovered on the scalp of the
fractured skull. But that was little
bit of special reporting, typical of the
enterprising sheet that Toye had pro
cured. The inquest, merely opened on
the Monday, had been adjourned to the
day of issue.
1--WE must get hold of an evening pa
per-" said Cazalet Fancy his OWE
famous truncheon He had it mount
ed and inscribed himself, so that il
shouldn't be forgotten how he'd fought
for law and order at Trafalgar Square!
That was the man all overt"
His voice and manner achieved ths
excessive indifference which the Eng
lish type holds due from itself aftel
any excess of feeling. Toye also was
himself again. his alert mind working
keenly yet darkly in his acute eyes
& wonder if it was murder?" h,
speculated. ''I bet it wasn't a delib
crate murder"
What else could it have been?"
Kind of manslaughter. Deliberat
murderers don't trust to chanc
weapons hanging on their victims
walls"
You forget" said Cazalet, that h
was robbed as we'll"
do they claim that?" said Hiltol
Toye 81 guess l skipped some. Wher
} does it say anything about his bein
robbed?"
"Here." Cazalet had scanned the ps
per eagerly; his finger drummed upo
! the place. 1.-The police" he read ou
, in some sort Of triumph, have no,
been furnished with full descriptio
5 of the missing watch and trinkets an
,, the other articles believed to hav
, been taken from the pockets of the d,
' ceased What's that but robbery"
You're dead right" said Toye. {
missed that somehow Yet who |
n thunder tracks a man down to 70
s and murder him in his own home? Bl
when you've Drained man, becaus
r you couldn't keep your hands off hin
n you might deliberately do all the re:
: to make it seem like the work
r thieves"
S Hilton Toye looked a judge of d
d liberation as he measured his irrefu
! able words He looked somethin
more Cazalet could not tear his blu