The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-12-24

ne2red him the man arose suddenly and
turned. It was Tommy Grant
The woman started back but you are
not Monsieur Dar-I do not know your
she cried.
.'3Ionsieur Darn0c will not return. Pos
aibly you can explain the reason why r.
Eaid Grant pleasantly, but with hint Of
sternncss.
"sLr. you--you're inSuItinG!" gasped the
lady, and turned blindIy for the door. The
reporter did not try to stop hcr-but Ca
dogan was in the doorway.
II guess youll have to come across,
ma'a1n.'' he remarked. showing his shield.
Tie young woman staggered and nearly
fell. Gently the chief detective escorted
her back to the table. Eve don't suspect
you OF Darnac's murder" he said, cycling
her keenly, but you'll have to tell us
what you know about it,
The young woman wEung her hands.
"Oh, 1t is all 30 terrlble!" she cried And
SO long ago! Now am married and have
children OF my OWL thought It was FOR.
.sMurder viii out you know" Grant re-
marked, and after hesltating a little longer
the woman began.
$''AlphonBe was poor artist who had
studio IN the attic OF my fathers boarding
house, she said, playing nervously with
her gloves. II loved him, meSBieurs-G
loved him with the infdtuation OF a young
girl. But my father wanted me to marry
n rich man that hated.
$50 IN secret Alphonse and 7 became en-
gagged. We were to be married as soon:
MS no should sell his masterpiece. The
Sunset Girl for which posed. It was a
beautiful painting, messieurs. But my IA
ttler was angry because / would not
marry that rich man, and suspicious.
Then one day our secret was discover
ed-he found me posing for Alphonse. All,
messieurs, what scene! They fought
Ny father threw me with fury to the
floor. and then Alphonse. enraged, did
likewise to my father. And then-ah, then
my father placed his hand in his pocket,
so: there came a burst Of fame from the
revolver in his pocket, and my Alphonso
fel-dead."
The young woman shuddered ana wiped
her eyes, II left my father that very
day. she said. II would not live with
him longer. Ard have not seen him
cadogan's face Zen. you don't know
where he is?' he was saying. when sud-
denly the girl staggered to her feet
clutchinS at her throat, her face even
whittier than before.
"oh, mon Dieu, mon perez she scream
Grant turned In flash. to see bag
gard, evil face, marred by years OF dlssi-
patton. Elaring at them from the door.
"HaI A trapT' snnrled the newcomer.
and whipped out a revolver. ''You won't
catch mo as easily as thatI"
He whipped the key out of the door and
backed out. locking It behind him. Cndo-
| gan TuSheQ. 10 Struggle Will. II, just as q
| cry OF alarm came from before the inn,
where the young woman's chauffeur was
waiting for his mistress. Grant Eprang to
the window and out, and ran around in
front just in time to see the limousine
speeding away with the terrified driver
crouching back from the haggard mans
weapon.
The reporter raced around to the shed
behind the building and found a motor
cycle. BY the time Cadogan had managed
to get the door open he had got the ma
chine running and was speeding after the
vanished auto.
A stern chase is long chase, as the
young man knew. It would be no easy
matter to catch the fugitive on a straight
away run. but he knew the district, and
There were short cuts. On bare chance
| he took one of these, shot into the main
road again not two minutes ahead Of the
auto, then. climbing swiftly to the seat OF
Ethe motorcycle. he leaped. caught the
overhanEIng limb of tree and let the
/ cycle crash into the bushes Then as the
auto sped underneath he dropped
/ Afew minutes later he was explaining
I Ito Cadogan, back at the Inn II got him
all right. but he shot himself" He nod
| ded at the weeping girl beside the; body OF
/ the murderer in the Limousine. Her ia
Isther, you know. Perhaps It's Just as we'll
LIE must have seen that personal and
dropped around TO verify 1t without ask
! ing questions,