The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1916-01-07
CHAPTER iI-Continued.

Ieduy metaphors tndt nevertheless
had to satisfy an inner censor, of some
austerity. before they were allowed
10 leave those deliberate lips. Yet
now, in his strange excitement, word
and tone alike were on the level of
the stage Americans. 1t was not less
than extraordinary.
You don't mean Cazalet seemed
to be swallowing-"about Henry Cia
ven?"
Yep"
You don't mean to say he's-dead?"
Last Wednesday night" Toye
looked at his paper, NO, guess I'm
wrong. Seems it happened Wednes-
day. but he only passed away Sunday
morning"
Cazalet still sat staring at him.
there was not room for two of them on
their feet-but into his heavy stare
there came gleam of leaden wisdom.
This was Thursday morning" he
said, so | didn't dream of it when it
happened after ALL"
You dreamed you saw him lying
dead. and so he was" said Toye The
funerals been today. | don't know,
but that seems TO me just about the
next nearest thing to seeing the crime
perpetrated in a vision"
"Crime," cried CaZalet. What
crime?"
Murder sir" said Hilton Toye.
"Willful, brutal. bloody murder! Here's
the paper; better read il 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
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-
vious wee%. The thing had happened
in his library, at or about half past
seven in the evening; but how crime,
which was apparently profound mys-
terry, had been timed TO within a min
ute of it's commission did not appear
among the latest particulars. No sr-
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 eyi-
IDENTIFY assumed that the deed had been
committed. There was in fact close
description of an unusual weapon, a
special constable's very special trun-
cheon. Ii had hung as a cherished tro-
ply on the library wall, from which II
was missing while the very imprint of
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
enterprising sheet that Toye had pro-
cured. The inquest, merely opened on
the Monday, had been adjourned TO the
day of issue.
I'VE must get hold of an evening pa
per- said Cazalet Fancy his own
famous truncheon! He had ii mount
ed and inscribed himself, so that il
shouldn't be forgotten how he'd fought
for law and order at Trafalgar Square,
That was the man all over"
His voice and manner achieved the
excessive Indifference which the Eng
lish type holds due from itself after
any excess of feeling. Toye also was
himself again, his alert mind working
keenly yet darkly in his acute eyes
Il wonder If it was a MURDER" he
hot er,ff Ia1f
crate murder"
What else could it 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 well"
do they claim that?" said Hilton
Toye Il guess | skipped some. Where
does il say anything about his being
robbed?"
"Herel" Cazalet had scanned the pa.
per eagerly; his finger drummed upon /
the place. The police be read out,
in some sort of triumph. have now
been furnished with full description
of the missing watch and trinkets and
the other articles believed to have
= zen taken from the pockets Of the de- !
ceased What's that but robbery
You're dead right" said Toye Il
missed that somehow. Yet who in |
thunder tracks a man down to rob |
and murder him in his own home? But |
when you've Drained man. because |
you couldn't keep your hands of him.
you might deliberately do all the rest
to make IL seem like the work OF
thieves"
Hilton Toye looked a judge Of de-
liberation as he measured his irrefut-
able words. He looked something /
more. Cazalet could not tear his blue