Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-09-23
CHAPTER XIV.
The Person Unknown.


his face alone cried for his dsath-bed:
and his gaunt frame took Up the cry.
- II swayed upon the threshold In
dressing.gown and bedroom slippers
that Toye instantly recognised ~ be-
longing to Cazalet. Tho man had q
shock Of almost white hair. and a'less
gray beard clipped roughly to point
An unwholeSome pallor marked the
fallen features: and the envenomed
eyes burned low In their sockets. as
they dealt with Blanche but fastened
on Hilton Toye.
What do you know about Henry
Crayen's murderer?" he demanded in
. voice between . croak and crow.
Have they run In some other poor
DEVIL or were>you talking about mo?
IL 20, III start . libel action. and call
Caxalet and that lady ~ Witnessed"
"This 10 scruton." explained Cazalet.
who WAS only liberated this evening
sftsr being detained . week on charge
that ought never to have Seen brought.
% I've told you both all along" scru.
ton thanked him With . bitter laugh.
I've brought him here" concluded
/: Caxalet, because I don't think he's
i At enough to be about alone"
Nice OF him. isn't it," said scru-
ton bitterly. I'm 90 at that they
wanted to keep me somewhere else
longer than they'd any right; that may
be why they lost no time in getting
hold Of me again. Nice. considerate.
kindly country! Ten years isn't long
enough to have you as q dishonored
guest Won't you como back for
another week, and see IL We cant ar
range for . nice little sudden death
and burial for your But they couldn't
you see. blast EN-"
He subsidized into the best chair in
the room. which Blanche had wheeled
up behind him; moment later he
looked round, thanked her CURLY. and
lay back with closed eyes until sud.
denly he opened them on Cazalet.
And what was that you were say.
ing-that about travelling across Eu.
rope and being ct Uplands that night7
thought you came round by sea?
And what night do you meant"
THE night II all happened" said
Ca1alet steadily.
You mean tho night some person
unknown Knocked Craven on the
hsaA7''
EYES,"
The sick man threw himself for.
ward IN the chair. "You never told
me this!" he cried guspiciously: both
the voice and the man seemed strong.
or.
There was no point in telling you."
ibid you SEQ the person?"
yes"
Then he isn't unknown to your
7 didn't see him well"
Scruton looked sharply at the two
mute listeners. They were very In
tent, indeed. "Who are these people,
Casalet1 No! know one Of 'ern, !"
he answered himself In the next
breath. Its Blanche Macnair. isn't
It! I thought at hrst. It must be .
younger sister grown up like her.
You'll forgive prison manners. Miss
Macnair, II that's still your name. You
look . woman to trust-if there is
ons-and you gave. me your chair.
Anyhow, you've been In for . penny
and you can stay in for pound as
far % care! But who's your Amer.
can friend. Caxalet?"
emf. Hilton Toye. who spotted that
I'd been al the way to Uplands and
back whom claimed to have been in
'Rome!S
s. There was touch OF scruton's bit.
iterness in CaSalet's voice; and BY
some subtle process It had distinctly
Modifying effect on the really embit.
tered man.
..What on earth were you doing at
Uplands7" no asked. in . kind Of con.
ndential bewilderment.
ri went down to SEQ . man."
Toye himself could not have cut and
measured more deliberate monosyl.
tables. ..rssgl
"Crsven!" suggested scruton.
mo; ( man expected to ind At
Cravsn's."
"The writer Of the letter you found
ct Cooks once in Naples the night
you landed there, guess!" =
II really was Toye this time. and
there Vas no guesswork in his tone.
Obviously he was speaking by his lit
tie book. thoukh he had not got It out
again. ~
Cook's?"