Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-05-11


experienced sudden sympathy for
him, running helplessly, Mortified
there in the dark.
."Yes," he replied, yielding at once
to his instructive feeling that the
stranger was trustworthy; 81 need
help very much.N l am blind, do
not know where l am"
."You are on the road to Newton
St. Cyrus" said the stranger.
"Where do you want to go?"
"a terrible thing has happened in
the house 1 have just left" replied
Evan. 81 must find the nearest po-
lice headquarters at once"
.,"There are none at Newton-St. Cy-
rus, / am sure" said the man. at
is the smallest town on the map,
fancy, and there are only few
houses and an inn there. l regret
that l am on foot like yourself, so
that l can only suggest that we walk
to Newton and engage carriage to
take us to Exeter, where we can find
the police"
"Thank you," said Evan. l
should like to go at once"
.."Let me take your arm, then," said
the stranger. He started rapidly
down the road, leading Evan.
81 would like to explain" began
Evan.
Never mind about it now," inter-
rupted the man. eve must walk
quickly if we would reach Newton be-
fore the innkeeper goes to bed. 1t is
after nine o'clock.
"A steady downpour of rain had set
tied in for e,night apparently, and
it occurred to Evan briefly to wonder
how it was that this man was walk
ing on this lonely road, without an
umbrella, so far from any habitation
of any kind.
They reached Newton-St. Cyrus in
ten minutes, and found the innkeeper
just as he was putting up his shutters.
The man sent his son with them as
driver, and the stranger agreed with
Evan that it was better not to discuss
the matter which he had to tell the
police in the presence of he boy.
Half an hour laer the carriage
stopped, and the stranger assisted
Evan to alight.
He paused moment, OBTAINING
Evan.
perhaps you would better know" "
he said, "that my name is William
| Orville; | am an American. | think
it would help matters, too, if you
would tell me your name, and pretend
for the time being, that we are friends
of some standing"
Evan repeated his name, agreeing
absently with Orville's suggestion.
He was bracing himself for the or
deal of telling his story, and espec-
tally determined to obey Trelowsky's
orders and conceal the fact that there
had been third person in the house,
mo matter what happened" as Tre-
lowsky had said
1t was Mr.. Orville who explained
their errand to the little chief of
police, who arranged for them to be
heard in private and who, when they
were finally seated, questioned Evan
whenever he paused in his story
Finally he came to the point of telling
how the murderer had run away.
81 shall never forget those foot
steps," he said. 81 could identify
that man anywhere by the peculiar
noise he made in running, and shall
never be happy until l have done
this"
There was pause during which the
chief made some notes..
"And where" asked William Or
vile, "is this house?"
The question startled Evan out OF
a wild dream of revenge.
Where, indeed, was that deserted
country mansion? How could he, ir
his blindness, ever find it again?
Dismayed, he turned to Orville.
81 have no idea; Trelowsky did moi
tell me where we were going. But
you-you met me on the road near it
/ am sure; you could give some idea
of its locality; you may have noticed
the house even. am sure Trelowsky
had made some lights, and it seems tc
ne that / had not been running long
when you met me-"
81 am sorry" replied Orville slow
| ly, "but i cannot help you. / met yor
within ten minutes walk of Newton
It, Cyrus. had just passed through
hat town. | noticed no house between
he village and the place where
stopped you, nor do recall seeing an.
lfterward."
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