The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1917-04-13

At length, in explanation to the in
spector's repeated knockings and ring
ing-recciv,ng no responses house
maid volunteered the information that
al the staff had gone of To see the
Nominations.
How do you know" the inspector
,sked CURLY. Ali. the Indian servant
had told her.
us he the chauffeur"
"Oh-no, sir; the chauffeur is an
I-nglishman." She tossed her head
I'm walking out with 'im," she
added.
The inspector turned sharply away
Break in that area door" he or
dered. land look alive up there in that
balcony" he called out. What are
You men fumbling about?"
AS he spoke, the rope fell with
little thud on the pavement, and the
aen waiting below gently lowered
Gorde to the ground.
Stand away there!" the inspector
said to the crowd. But they pressed
nearer, their faces alight with greedy
excitement. drinking in their I'LL OF
l.orror and delightful dread.
The police we're battering at the
door, but it was of stout wood and
held out we'll.
A motor-car footed near at hand.
Then came a confused murmur from
the crowd as q man in chauffeur s
uniform began vigorously to thrust
and push himself to the house door.
When he reached the innermost
ring he could see the tall figure lying
en- still uDon the Dayoment
ster!" he cried.
Fighting past the last people, he
literally threw himself upon the body,
covering 1t with his own.
Now, then" the inspector said.
He beckoned to two of his men;
they bent over the PROSTATE figure
and began to raise it. Ali struggled
wildly. his cap falling off revealed
his shaven head, his magnificent eyes
oiled In their sockets, his white lips
were drawn in from his white teeth.
lie looked barbaric, savage, fanatic.
"Who are your" the inspector ask
cd him. Some servants near supplied
tae answer.
"He's the Indian servant, sir"
"Aii, why have you come back?"
The question seemed to reach the
struggling man. He ceased and was
still. Standing upright In the flicker
ing light of the lamp, he lowered
above the men around him.
A sudden. curious dignity replaced
the wild excitement OF moment be-
fore. He began to speak slowly.
II have driven my master home,
he said, his quiet. staccato voice ac-
centing the syllable Of each word. Il
20 with the motor-car to the garage.
There within the car ] discover sud-
denly the key of the door. the latch
key of my master Sir Maline Gorde.
knew that all had gone to the festiv-
tiles. that no one within will open
for him. at once return with the
KEY"
"Where is it?" the inspector de-
manded TIE mans story sounded
plausible--almost too plausible. Il
may not search with pinioned hands"
Release his arms" ordered the in
spector.
Ali, putting his hand into his jacket
rocket. drew out a small Yale key and
handed 1t to the insuector, who,
mounting the steps, thrust 1t into the
lock and opened the door.
The policemen awaited his orders.
Two Of you keep watch upon the
balcony" he ordered; two below in
the street; YOU" he added, turning to
Dosser, help me carry in the body"
Hink made sign. hardly visible,
but understood by the man for whom
1t was meant. The man, who was a
plain-clothes man, casually followed
Ali into the house.
you go first" the inspector said
to him. a....
Ali flung open the dining-rcom door.
Silently Dosser and the inspector car
ried in the dead man and laid him
on a couch.
The detective seated himself unob-
trusively behind the door. Dosser was
eagerly whispering to the inspector.
He had told him earlier about the
mysterious bookshelf drawer. Still
followed by Ali. he drew the inspector
down the long hall to the door on the
right and opened it.
I'm that corner" he began; then
he stopped. There was no bookshelf
in the room.
Must be another study" he said.
Turning, he ran back into the han
and opened door after door; but til else