Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1916-03-17
CHAPTER ll-contlnued.

IL was SOrry sample Oh nls ldlh.
Hilton Toye did not usually mix the
ready metaphors that nevertheless
had to satisfy an inner censor. of some
austerity, before they were allowed
to 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 Neutrality-suspicious. Henry era
ven?"
Yep"
You don't mean to say he's-dead?"
Last Wednesday night" Toye
looked at his paper. mo, guess I'm
wrong Seems 1t 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 a CLEAN OF leaden wisdom.
This was 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
perpctrated in a vision"
"Crime!" cried Cazalet. What
crime7"
Murder. sir!" said Hilton Toye.
al
the paper; better read it for yourself.
I'm glad he wasn't a friend of yours.
or mine either. but it's bad end even
for your worst enemy"
The paper huttered In Cazelet's
clutch as 1t had done in Toyes; but
that WAS as natural as his puzzled
frown over the cryptic illusions Of a
journal that had dealt fully with the
asoertainable facts in previous issues
Some few emerged between the lines
Henry Craven had received his fatal
injuries on the Wednesday OF the pre-
vious week. 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 ar
rest had been made. No clue was men
toned, beyond the statement that tn,
police were still searching for a def
mite instrument with which II was evi
IDENTITY assumed that the deed had beef
committed. There was In fact a clos
description of an unusual weapon,
special constable's very special trun
cheon. II had hung as a cherished tro
ply on the library wall, from which
was missing. while the very imprint o
silver shield, mounted on the the
end OF the weapon, was stated to hav
been discovered on the scalp OF tn
fractured skull. But that was littl
bit of special reporting, typical of tn
enterprising sheet that Toye had pro
cured. The inquest, merely opened o
the Monday, had been adjourned to tn
day of issue.
I'VE must get hold of an evening pt
per-" said Cazalet. Fancy his ow
famous truncheonl He had 1t noun
ed and inscribed himself, so that
shouldn't be forgotten how he'd tough
for law and order at Trafalgar Square
That was the man all overl"
His voice and manner achieved tn
excessive Indifference which the Enl
lish type holds due from itself afte
any excess of feeling. Toye also wa
himself again, his alert mind workin
keenly yet darkly in his acute eyes
81 wonder II 1t was MURDER" b
speculated. Il bet it wasn't deli
crate murder"
What else could 1t have been?"
Kind of manslaughter. Deliberat
murderers don't trust to chanc
weapons hanging on their victim
walls I"
You forget" said Cazalet. that /
was robbed as we'll"
do they claim that?" said Hiltc
Toye. 81 guess | skipped some Whel
does it say anything about his beir
robbed?"
"Herel" Cazalet had scanned the p
per eagerly; his finger drummed upc
the place. 1.-The police he read GU
in some sort of triumph, have no
been furnished with a full descriptiC
of the missing watch and trinkets al
the other articles believed to ha'
been taken from the pockets OF the d
ceased What's that but robbery"
You're dead right" said Toye.
missed that somehow. Yet who
thunder tracks a man down to II
and murder him In his own home? B
when you've Drained man, becau
you couldn't keep your hands off hii
you might deliberately do all the re
to make it seem like the work
thieves"
Hilton Toye looked a judge OF
liberation as he measured his irrefl
able words. He looked somethii
more. Cazalet could not tear his BIZ