Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1915-12-29


down IN Rome"
81 didn't know he had any," said
Blanche.
''Why, he doesn't have any," said
Toye, "but he claimed to have some
He left the Kaiser Fritz the other day
at Naples. guess he told you?"
mo, I understood he came round to
Southampton. Surely you shared q
cabin?"
"Only from Genoa; that's where ]
took the steamer and Cazalet regained
her"
"Well?"
"He claimed to have spent the in.
terval mostly with friends at Rome
Those friends don't exist, Miss
Blanche" said Toye.
"Is that any business Of miner" she
asked him squarely.
"Why, yes, I'm afraid it's going to
be. That is, unless you'll still trust
me-"
go on, please"
"Why, he never stayed at Rome at
all, nor yet in Italy any longer than it
takes to come through on the train
Your attention for one moment" He
took out neat pocketbook. Blanche
had opened her lips, but she did not
interrupt; she just grasped the arms
of her chair, as though about to bear
physical pain. "The Kaiser Fritz
Toye was speaking from his book
"got to Naples late Monday afternoon
September eighth Seems she was
overdue, and was mad about it, and
never got away again till the"
do tell me about Walter Cazalet!'
cried Blanche. 1t was like small talk
from dentist at the last moment.
II want you to understand about the
steamer first" said Toye. "She wait.
ed Monday night in the Bay of Naples,
only sailed Tuesday morning, only
reached Genoa Wednesday morning,
and lay there all Of forty-eight hours,
as these German boats do, anyhow.
That brings us to Friday morning be.
fore the Kaiser Fritz gets quit Of Italy,
doesn't it,"
"Yes-1 suppose so-do tell me
about Walter!"
why, l first heard of him at &c.
noa, where they figured should have
a stateroom all to myself, as the other
gentleman had been left behind at
Naples. l never saw him till he
scrambled aboard again Friday, about
the fifty-ninth minute Of the eleventh
hour
"At Genoa?"
Sure"
"And you pretend to know where
he'd been?"
Il guess I do know"-and Toye
sighed as he raised his little book.
"Cazalet stepped on the train that left
Naples six-tifty Monday evening, and
off the one timed to reach Charing
Cross three-twenty-tive Wednesday,"
"The day of the M"
Eyes. I never called it by the hard.
est name, myself; but it was seven.
thirty Wednesday evening that Henry
Craven got his death-blow somehow
Well, Walter Cazalet left Charing
Cross again by the nine o'clock that
night, and was back aboard the Kaiser
Fritz on Friday morning-full of his
friends in Rome who didn't exist"
The notebook was put away with
every symptom Of relief.
81 suppose you can prove what you
say?" said Blanche in voice as dull
as her unseeing eyes.
1T have men to swear to him-tick-
et-collectors, conductors, walters on
the restaurant-car-all up and down
the line. went over the same
ground on the same trains, so that
was simple. l can also produce the
barber who claims to have taken on
his beard in Paris where he put in
hours Thursday morning"
Blanche looked up suddenly, not at
Toye, but past him toward an over
laden side-table against the wall. 1t
was there that Cazalet's photograph
had stood among many others; until
this morning she had never missed it,
for she seemed hardly to have been
in her room all the week; but she had
been wondering who had removed it,
Cazalet himself (who had
spoken of doing so, she now knew
why), or Martha (whom she would not
question about it, in fit of ungov.
srnable disapproval. And now there
was the photograph back in it's place,
Gather frame and all!
Il know what you did," said
Blanche. You took that photograph
With you-the one on that table-and
lad him identified by it,"
1T was the night I came down to
Did you good-by," he confessed, "and
lidn't have time to wait. I didn't
come down for the photo. I never
hought of it till I saw it there. I
:ame down to kind of warn you, Miss
3lanche!"
Against him." she said, as If there
vas only one man left in the world.
"Yes-1 guess I'd already warned
;azalet that I was starting on his
racks"
And then Blanche just said, Poor
as one talking to her
elf. And Toye seized upon the words
8 she had seized on nothing from
i'm
Have you only pity for the fellow"
e cried; for she was gazing at the
earded photograph without revul-
ion.