Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1915-10-26
CHAPTER II-Continued.


=. mas a sorry sample of his talk.
v7l,oo Tove did not usually mix the
~os1c metaphors that nevertheless
had IN satisfy az inner censor, of some
.ns-a-.-- aeforn they were allowed
- roa-- lose deliberate lips. Yet
nv IN his strange excitement, word
and fan alike were on the level of
The sr.. americans. 1t was not less
than rs.-asrlinary.
"Yo. ..5 mean Cazalet seemed
IN he ....J Ting-"a about Henry era
ven?
"Ye-
"Yos DON'T mean to say he's-dead?"
"1as, Wednesday night" Toye
,ooked a. his paper, mo, 1 guess I'm
wrong. Seems it happened Wednes-
dav. but be only passed away Sunday
morning
Cazalec still sat staring at him
there was not room for two of them on
their feet-but into his heavy stare
there came a CLEAN of leaden wisdom.
This vas Thursday morning" he
said. $50 | didn't dream of 1t when it
happened after all"
you dreamed you saw him lying
dead, and so he was" said Toye. "The
funerals been today. l don't know,
but that seems to me just about the
next nearest thing to seeing the crime
perDetrated in a vision
"Crime." cried Cazalet. What
crlme?"
Murder sir" said Hilton Toye.
"Winful, brutal, bloody murder! Here's
the paper; better read it for yourself.
I'm glad he wasn't a friend of yours,
or mine either, but it's a bad end even
for your worst enemy"
The paper futtered in Cazelet's
clutch as it had done in Toye's; but
that was as natural as his puzzled
frOwn over the cryptic illusions of a
Journal that had dealt fully with the
ascertainable facts in previous issues.
Some few emerged between the lines.
Henry Craven had received his fatal
injuries on the Wednesday of the pre-
'Tlous week. The thing had happened
IN his library, at or about half past
seven in the evening; but how a crime,
which was apparently profound mys-
terry, had been timed to within a min
ute Of its commission did not appear
among the latest particulars. No ar
rest had been made. No clue was men
toned, beyond the statement that the
police were still searching for a def
mite instrument with which it was evil
IDENTITY assumed that the deed had been
committed. There was in fact a close
description of an unusual weapon, a
special COnstables very special trun-
CheOn. 1t had hung as a cherished tro-
ply on the library wall, from which 1t
was missing, while the very imprint of
a silver shield, mounted on the thick
end of the weapon, was stated to have
been discovered on the scalp of the
fractured skull But that was a little
bit Of special reporting, typical of the
enterDrising sheet that Toye had pro-
cured The inquest, merely opened on
the Monday, had been adjourned to the
day of issue.
We must get hold of an evening pa
per, said Cazalet. Fancy his own
famous truncheon! He had it mount
ed and inscribed himself, so that it
shouldn't be forgotten how he'd fought
Tor law and order at Trafalgar Square!
That was the man all overt"
His voice and manner achieved the
excessive Indifference which the Eng
Hsh type holds due from itself after
any excess of feeling. Toye also was
himself again, his alert mind working
Aeenly yet darkly in his acute eyes.
Il wonder if it was a murder?" he
speculated. Il bet it wasn't a DELHI
crate murder"
What else could 1t have been?"
Kind of manslaughter. Deliberate
murderers don't trust to chance
weapons hanging on their victims
walls"
You forget" said Cazalet, that he
was robbed as we'll"
DO they claim that?" said Hilton
loye. Il guess l skipped some. Where
does it say anything about his being
robbed?"
'Here!" Cazalet had scanned the pa
per eagerly; his finger drummed upon
me place. The police" he read out,
IN some sort of triumph, "have now
oeen furnished with a full description
or the missing watch and trinkets and
ma other articles believed to have
'e1a taken from the pockets of the de-
ceased What's that but robbery?"
You're dead right" said Toye. 81
missed that somehow. Yet who in
thunder tracks a man down to rob
al- murder him in his own home? But
"aen you've Drained a man, because
'O- couldn't keep your hands of him.
you might deliberately do all the rest
10 make ii seem like the work of
thieves"
h-.,on Toye looked a Judge of de-
"'eE2t.on as he measured his irrefut- |
ao.e words. He looked something
more Cazalet could not tear his blue |
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