The Carlisle independent., 1915-06-10

asking Brood a single questioH9EE though he knew him to be wita6HzH: to the shooting. W
 Yvonne saw the reporters and latesn on an inspector of police. Ranjab tol&4 his unhappy story. He had taken the1 weapon from a hook on the wall for the purpose of cleaning it. It had been hanging there for years, and all the time there had been a single cartridge left in the cylinder unknown to any one. He had started to remove the cylinder as he left the room. All these years the hammer had been raised; death had been hanging over them all the time that the pistol occupied it's in- secure posi- ion on the wall. Somehow, he could not tell how the hammer fell as he tugged at the cylinder. No one could have known that the revolver was loaded That was all that he could say. except to declare that if his masters son died he would end his own miserable, yalueless life.
 His story was supported by the dec Iarations of Mrs. Brood. who, while completely exonerating her husbands servant, had but little to say in expla- nation of the affair She kept her wits about her. Most people would have made the mistake of saying too much. She professed to know nothing except that they were discussing young MT. Brood's contemplated trip abroad and that her husband had given orders to his servant to pack a revolver in his sons travelling bag when the time came for his departure. She had paid but little attention to the Hindu's movements. All she could say was that it was an accident-a horrible, blighting accident For the present it would not be possible for anyone to see the heart-broken father Doubt less, later on, he would be in the mood to discuss the dreadful catastrophe. but not now, etc, etc. He was crushed with the horror of the thing that had happened.
 The house was in a state of subdued excitement Servants spoke in whis- pers and tip-toed through the halls. Nurses and other doctors came Two old men, shaking as with palsy, roamed about the place, intent only on worm ing their way into the presence of their friend and supporter to offer con- solation and encouragement to him in his hour of tribulation. They shud- dered as they looked into each others faces. and they shook their heads without speaking, for their minds were 1 filled with doubt. They did not ques- tion the truth of the story as told, but they had their own opinions. In sup port to the theory that they did not believe there was anything accidental 1 in the shooting of Frederic it is only necessary to speak of their extraordi. 1 nary attitude toward Ranjab. They i shook hands with him and told him that Allah would reward him! Later on, after they had had time to think 1t all out for themselves-being some what slow of comprehension-they sought out James Brood and offered to i accept all the blame for having loaded | the revolver without consulting him, their object having been to destroy cat that infested the alley hard by. l They felt that it was absolutely neces- sary to account for the presence of 1 the uneXploded cartridge.
 Brood coming between them, laid his hands on their shoulders, shaking his head as he spoke to them gently.
 Thank you, old pals. I understand what it is you are trying to do. It's no use. I fired the shot. It isn't neees- sary to say anything more to you, I'm sure. except that. as God is my wit ness. did not intend the bullet for