Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-03-02

dead on his couch.
As it afterward appeared, all the
sleeping-rooms were on one side of
the house and the living-rooms on the
other.
Immediately on the woman's words
Dean put hand on the knob, and we
walked into what was apparently q
suite of rooms.
The first was more study than
anything else, conta aining fireplace,
some great chairs, and massive
desk, covered with books and papers,
and supporting a bracket electric
lamp and telephone.
Beyond this, and separated from it
by an arch, draped in heavy silk cur
tains, was what might be called an
alcove bedroom, from which came tn
sound Of voices.
Dean and l crossed and pushed
back the curtains, exposing the room
to our view, together with some five
men who were present, beside the fig
ure on the bed.
Two of these-patrolmen-turned
toward us on our entrance, recogniz-
ed US, and turned back.
Inspector Bryce and Johnson, the
detective, merely nodded and turned
back to the fifth man., who was tall,
clean shaven fellow of somewhere in
the fifties, to judge by his looks.
"And you know nothing of this
heard nothing at all suspicious after
you left Mr.. Conrad last night?"
Bryce was saying.
"No, SIR" the man replied. u
went to sleep and slept sound until
came in to awaken Mr.. Conrad as
was my custom. Then l finds him.
he paused and appeared to struggle
for control for moment-"like this,
he finished, and again paused.
"How long have you been with Mr.
Conrad, Peter?" asked Bryce.
"Fifteen year, come next month,
the fellow stated.
"And in that time do you know Of
any ones threatening your employ
er's life?"
"No,sir."
'Mr. Gustave Conrad lived here fol
the past three years, you say?"
ayes, sir. He came a month aftel
Mrs. Conrad died"
"And his relations with his uncle
were always harmonious sait
Bryce.
Porter paused just second, as i
seemed to me. eyes, sir. l thinl
you might call them that"
"Mr. Gustave was a good sort, wa
he, Porter?" Johnson cut in.
"Yes, sir. He was very nice
steady young man; very polite an
considerate he was. He was quite
favorite with us house people, SIR"
"Then," said Johnson sharply, 81
that why when Bryce asked you
he and his uncle got along well, jus
now, you hesitated before you al
swered?"
"Why, no sir-I-I was just thinl
ing, SIR"
"Of what?" snapped Johnson.
"Just little thing I'd just remen
bered. Mr. Bryce's words recalled
sir"
"Well-well," the detective frowne
"They had some words, sir--la
night"
The inspector and Johnson e:
changed glances. "What about
the latter continued.
4 didn't hear them myself" a
firmed Porter, visibly i'll at ease.
"Who did, them" Johnson want'
to know.
"My wife, sir. didn't think
really amounted to anything. M
Gus was always prime favorite
his uncle's. told my wife"
"Get her." snapped Bryce.
yes, sir"
Porter turned away and left t,
room.
Dean and / gave our attention
the figure on the bed.lt was that
a, man of about seventy, almost II
gile of appearance.
The bed stood so as to face the wi
dows, thus allowing flood of lig
to play over the dead mans feature
revealing the expression of horr
which still clung about them.
Everything about the body and b
spoke of sudden death, accompani
by an unavailing struggle. One
was drawn up so that the coverin
were raised above it, the eyes we
wide open, staring and CLASSY;
lips were drawn back.
The hands, both of which lay abo
the clothing of the bed. were clench
into tight fists, which had not rela
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