The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-09-23


could have all the profits, fust
lettin' the police in Montreal
know how they could git Willy,
fur you was tired of him. and
couldn't get rid of him any other
way because he loved you. And
Willy wasn't to git cent, fur you
needed 1t yerself, but e thought
e had 'em, fur you give i'm a
box jest like 1t one night, and
started i'm and Mr.. Graham off
fur the other shore. You never
thought, though, when you two
was talkin' in the boathouse Jest
before they sailed, that me and
Willy was in the passageway lis
TENN to you. We card Jest 'ow
Mr.. Graham was to land i'm with
the empty box. and sail away i'm
mediate, leavin' i'm caught hard
and fast. Well you knowed e
would never peach on you"
She paused and swallowed con-
vulsively.
80 Willy went out in the boat
alone with Mr.. Graham, and with
is cart black WI rage and pas
sion. And e struck the man
meanin' to stun i'm, perhaps. But
e killed im-'e killed i'm. And
l say now. and God in 'eaven
knows I'm right, that this woman
murdered AIRY Graham, not my
boy--not my boy"
"Officer," said Mr.. Blake's
quiet voice, remove the prison.
ers."
The officers now approached
the woman and held the hand
cuffs toward her, but she shrank
away against the wall.
mot that" she cried. with the
first note of appeal her voice had
contained. mot that! 1 will go
quietly. Not that"
Then CO." Mr.. Blake said
sternly, land remember resistance
is useless. There are other men
outside, and the government boat
is at the Slip Co."
The train of her black gown
swept the floor as she crossed the
hall, but she did not look back;
We heard the door close, and steps
cross the veranda, and then Mr..
Blake replaced the cover on the
glittering emeralds.
And this" he said to Gabri-
ellie, explains our presence in
your cellar tonight. l hope you
are convinced l spoke the truth"
But Gabrielle was on the
couch, her face hidden in the
cushions, her dignity a thing of
the past. Elizabeth now had the
floor, and the mantle of dignity
descended upon her.
II think" she remarked frigid-
ly, we need not trouble you to
stay any longer. We prefer to be
alone"
Gordon Bennett turned help
lessly to me, but 1t was now my
turn to be naughty and unap-
peased.
81 do not think there is any
thing more to say, Mr.. Bennett
l returned loftily. II quite agree
"hth
1T seems" he remarked, turn
ing to Mr.. Blake, as though we
might as we'll go home" .-
When they reached the door.
however, he returned and stood
before me. .os.
81 want to tell you," he said,
that I found the scarf-pin on the
slip. 1t was a sleeve button
dropped by the man you call Lord
Wilfrid, and the clue Mr.. Blake
was looking for. had promised
him not to admit to anyone where
| got it-therefore / lied, as you
know. He had 1t set as a pin,
and wished to try the effect on
the woman. You know how she
gave herself away when she saw
1t for you also were watching her.
The gold key is the badge of this
particular band of smugglers,
and they all wear 1t in various
ways. Your servant, Mary Anne,
was more sinned against than sim
ming. and will be allowed to go
free. l know you would wish
this"
He paused suggestively. I made
no reply.
81 think that is ALL" he con-