Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1916-01-05
lay back with closed eyes until sud

lay back with closed eyes until sud
denly he opened them on Cazalet.,
"And what was that you were say
tng-that about travelling across Eu
rope and being at Uplands that night
/ thought you came round by sea
And what night do you mean?"
"The night it all happened" sale
Cazalet steadily.
"You mean the night some person
unknown knocked Craven on the
head?"
YES"
The sick man threw himself for
ward In the chair. "You never told
me this!" he cried suspiciously; both
the voice and the man seemed strong
er.
There was no point in telling you
did you see the person."
Eyes,"
"Then he isn't unknown to you?"
II didn't see him WELL"
Scruton looked sharply at the two
mute listeners. They were very in
tent indeed. "Who are these people
Cazalet? No! know one of 'em, >
he answered himself in the next
breath. "It's Blanche Macnair, isn't
it? I thought at first it must be a
younger sister grown up like her
You'll forgive prison manners, Miss
Macnair, if that's still your name. You
10OL a uoron IN tr,ct-if +boro ;e
one-and you gave me your chair.
Anyhow, you've been in for a penny
and you can stay in for a pound, as
far as I care! But who's your Amer.
can friend, Cazalet"
mr. Hilton Toye, who spotted that
I'd been all the way to Uplands and
back when l claimed to have been in
Rome!"
There was a touch of Scruton's bit.
terness in Cazalet's voice; and by
some subtle process it had a distinctly
modifying effect on the really embit-
tered man.
what on earth were you doing at
Uplands?" he asked, in a kind of con-
f1dential bewilderment.
II went down to see q man."
Toye himself could not have cut and
measured more deliberate monosyl-
tables.
49, "Craven?" suggested Scruton.
mo; a man I expected to find at
Craven's.''
"The writer of the letter you found
at Cooks Office in Naples the night
you landed there, I guess!"
1t really was Toye this time, and
there was no guesswork in his tone.
Obviously he was speaking by his lit.
tie book, though he had not got it out
again.
"How do you know I went to
Cook's?"
II know every step you took be-
tween the Kaiser Fritz and Charing
Cross and Charing Cross and tho
Kaiser FRITZ"
Scruton listened to this Interchange
with keen attention, hanging on each
mans lips with his sunken eyes; both
took it calmly. but scruton's surprise
was not hidden by q sardonic grin. ..
you've evidently had stern chase
with a Yankee clipper!" said he. If
he's right about the letter, Cazalet, I
should say so; presumably it wasn't
from Craven himself"
mo"
: "Yet. it brought you across Europe
TO Craven's house?" .....,s .%
I 'Well-to the back Of his house! !
expected to meet my man on the
river"
"Was that how you missed him more
or less?"
Il suppose it was"
Scruton Illuminated little, broke
into his offensive laugh, and checked
it instantly Of his own accord. This
is really interesting" he croaked.
"You get to London-at what time
was it,"
"Nominally three-twenty-fve; but
the train ran thirteen minutes late" "
said Hilton Toye.
"And you're on the river by what
timer" Scruton asked Cazalet.
II walked over Hungerford bridge,
took the first train to Surbiton, got q
hoat there. and lust dronped down with