The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1915-09-16


ward he came down carrying a small
bag and saying he was called 10 New
York for few days"
"And about the schoolT'
Its holiday time. you know. sir"
"0f course II is. You don't know th'
nature OF the message be receiyedT
Il know II word for word. He lef
It on his bureau" she returned. tax
ing crumpled yellow paper from hel
apron pocket
The two men bent over the telegram
reading the brief message contained
therein:
Time is up Do It now or receive YOU
reward! KEsTNER.
Lane turned to the woman.
"Was Professor House In good spir
its when he went away this mornings
"Oh. yes, and he smiled and seemed
quite cheerful.
"Of course he didn't know that Ga
briel Morse had been murdered oh.
served the doctor
NO" said the woman In dull voice.
DR., Gray looked at her coolly
"Now, we will take look at the pro
fessor's room. Mrs. Quayle.
Without a word she led the way up
stairs, the men following
Here are his rooms" she said,
throwing open door into study and
adjoining bedroom. lust as he left
them"
Dr. Gray looked around at the order
ly rooms and then at the unmade bed.
Except that you have rumpled the
bedclothes to make it appear that he
slept here. when he did not he said
mildly.
Il don't know what you're driving at,
Dr. Gray" said the woman sullenly.
1.-THE truth, Mrs. Quayle,' he said.
1--WE told all | know" she insisted
"Come, Lane" said the doctor CURLY.
They went down the front stairs.
In the corner behind the front door
was the tall grandfather's clock.
louI tlV'h las stoppCht 4iiSs
Quayle," said DR.. Gray.
1T does not keep good time. sir"
she said In strained voice.
perhaps ! can mend it." said DR.
Gray, and before the woman could re-
monstrate he had pulled open the door
Something bulky filed the ancient
clock case
Chief Lane blinked dazedly.
"Why, it's the professor he cried
Hes unconscious or dead"
Dead in few minutes If you don't
hurry. Help me to put him on the
couch yonder Hand me my medicine
case open the windows, then lock that
woman up securely"
Half an hour later Professor House
was able to sit up and give connect
ed account of what had happened
since he had left Gabriel Morse's home
the night before.
81 said good night to Mr.. Morse and
came home at II o'clock. Just as |
was entering the gate | met man
stealthily out, He did not see
me until | placed my hand on his
shoulder. Then he turned and struck
savagely at me.
"In the moonlight | recognized him |
as Mrs. Quayle's son, Andrew, who,
you know, is or was serving a long |
prison sentence for burglary.
HE wrenched away and vanished up |
the road | supposed he had escaped
from prison. felt sorry for his
mother.
'The house was quiet, and | went
lp to 20 to bed, but | didn't go after
Ill. | sat by my open window, think
ng about Gabriel Morses splendid col
ection of diamonds which he had been
showing me that evening.
There was no light in my room and
must have nodded off to sleep. A
ouch on my face awakened me.
luayle was crouched on the piazza
'oof, holding something wet to my
mouth and nose. recognized the smell
# chloroform and then lost conscious
less. You tell me that you found
'aturated sponge tied about my face?"
YES" said DR.. Gray. ''In another
lour 1t would have been too late to re-
i've you"
Then 1t was Quayle who murdered
iabriel Morser' broke In Chief Lane.
Gabriel deadT echoed Professor
louise.
ooh, nor DR.. Gray smiled cheerfully.
We thought he was-but Quayle was
coward after all--he dared not fin
Sd the job he began.
"He got in through the unlocked
ront door and surprised Gabriel as he
vas putting away the unset diamonds.
hey fought all over the place and
nally be choked the old man into in
Then he got away.
Gabriel Morse whispered the story
0 me just before | joined you In the
brary, chief"
Lane looked chagrined. Then there
asn't been murder, after all"
II hope Mr.. Morse viii recover. In .
he meantime you might begin your
unit for Andrew Quayle."
'1'll try the railroad first" said the
hief. moving toward the door.
You might begin by searching this
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