Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-09-14

tnem In ! place whore they couldn't
possibly have been put by the man
identified 40 Scruton!"
SAY. where was that?" asked Toys
with great interest. my paper only
says the things were found, not
where"
mo more does mine, but can tell
you, because helped to md EN-"
'You don't say!"
you'll never grasp where" contin.
ued Cazalet. In the foundations UNI.
der the housed"
Details followed in all fullness; the
listener might have had q part in the
Uplands act of yesterdays drama.
might have played in the library scene
with his adored Miss Blanche, so WV
idly was every minute of that crowd
not SO sure that he had any very def.
mite conception Of the foundations of
an English house.
"Ours were like ever 30 many little
tiny rooms" said Cazalet, where I
couldn't stand nearly upright even as
small boy without giving my head a
crack against the ground floors. They
led into ono another by lot of little
manholes-tight fits even for boy,
but nearly fatal to the boss police.
man yesterday"
Hilton Toye, edging in his word,
said he guessed he visualized-but just
where had those missing things been
found?
Three or four compartments from
the first one under the library" said
Cazalet
did you find them?"
"Well, kicked against the trun.
cheon, but Drinkwater dug it up. The
watch and keys were with it,
Say, were they buried?"
"Only in the loose rubble and brick.
dusty stun that you get in founda,
TONS"
Say, that's bad! That murderer
must have known something, or else
It's q bully fluke in his favor"
II don't follow you, Toye"
I'm thinking of finger-prints. II
he'd just've laid those things right
down, he'd have left the print Of his
hand as large as life for Scotland
Yard"
"The devil he would" exclaimed
Cazalet. II wish you'd explain" he
added; remember I'm . wild man
from the woods, and only know of
these things by the vaguest kind of
hearsay and stray paragraphs in the
papers. never knew you could leave
your mark 50 easily as all that
Toye took the breakfast menu and
placed it face downward on the table,
cloth. Lay your hand on that, palm
down." he said, and don't move it
for a minute"
Cazalet looked at him q moment
before complying; then his fine, shape
ly, sunburnt hand lay still as plaster
under their eyes until Toye told him
he might take 1t up. OF course there
was no mark whatever, and Cazalet
laughed.
"You should have caught me when
came up from those foundations,
not fresh from my tub!" said he.
you wait" replied Hilton Toye,
taking the menu gingerly by the edge.
and putting 1t out Of harms way in
the empty toast-rack. you can't see
anything now, but II you come round
to the Savoy I'll show you something"
"What?"
"Your prints, sir! I don't say I'm
Scotland Yard at the game, but can
do 1t well enough to show you how
it's done. You haven't left your mark
upon the paper, but i guess you've left
the sweat Of your hand; II I snow a
little French chalk over it. the chalk'll
stick where your hand did, and blow
OF easily everywhere else. Say, come
round to lunch and I'll have your
prints ready for you. I'd like aw-
fully to show you how it's done"
Cazalet excused himself with deci-
sion. He had full morning in front
Of him. He was going to see Miss
Macnair's brother, son Of the late head
Of his fathers old firm of solicitors
and now one Of the partners, to get
them either to take up Scruton's case
themselves or else to recommend .
firm perhaps more accustomed to
apt to be elaborate in the first person
singular. either in the past or in the
future tense; but he was more so
than usual in explaining his consid-
cred intentions in this matter that
lay so very near his heart.
"Going to see Scruton, too?" said
Toye.
mot necessarily" was the short re,
ply. But 1t also was elaborated by
Cazalet on moments consideration.
The fact was that he wanted first to
know if 1t were not possible, by the
Intervention Of really influential law
yer, to obtain the prisoners immediate
release. at any rate on bail. II impos-
sible, he might hesitate to force him
self on Scruton in the prison, but he
would see.
cts perfect scandal that he should
be there at ALL" said Cazalet, as he
rose first and ushered Toye out into
the lounge. "Only think: our old
gardener saw him run out of the drive
at half past seven, when the gong
went, when the real murderer must
have been shivering in the Michael.
Angelo cupboard. wondering how the
devil he was ever going to get out
again.
''Then you think old man Craven
begging Ills poor pardon was getting
out some cigars when the man. who
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