The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1917-01-05
Copyright 1915, b. Lippineett's Magazine
Copyright, 1915, by Mcbride, Mast & Go.

the truth. But now that the place has
been dismantled what does it look like?
haven't had time to come down my
self, but l intend to do so before It's
closed up."
well" said Sowerby, turning over a
page of his Notebook, ut looks like a
series Of .sults."
'sThere was" continued Sowerby
good stuff in the place oriental ware.
a library Of books which I'm told If
unique and tremendous stock of OPT
Of doors and observation traps There
is small kitc' ~ at the end, near the
head Of the q |. which, by the way.
could be used :, means of entrance
and exit at low tide. ALI the electric
power came through the meter Of Kal
Sub Concessions
Il see," said Dunbar refectively
glancing at his watch. "In word. we
know everything except
whats that?" said Sowerby, look
ing up. ID
"The identity of Mr. Kingv' replied
the Inspector, reaching for his hat
which lay upon the table.
Sowerby replaced his book in his
pocket.
II wonder if any of the bodies will
ever come ashore?'' he said
God knows!'' raped Dunbar eve
can't even guess how many were
aboard. You might as well come along,
Sowerby. I've just heard from DR..
Cumberly. Mrs. Leroux''-
"Dead"
Dying replied the inspector; Eek
pected to go at any moment. But the
doctor tells me that she may-it's just
possible -recover consciousness before
the end, and there's bare chance
+. II see," said Sowerby eagerly. cot
course she must known
The two fastened to Palace man.
sions. Despite the lateness of the
hour Whitehall was thronged with We
hieles, and all the glitter and noise Of
midnight London surrounded them.
ut only seems like yesterday even
ing" said Dunbar as they mounted the
stair Of Palace mansions, shat came
here to take charge of the case. It's
been the most exciting I've ever han
died, and it's certainly the most dis
appointing. -
''It is, indeed said Sowerby gloom
i lily, pressing the bell button at the
side of Henry Leroux's. door.
The door was opened by Garnham,
and these two, fresh from the noise
and hustle of London's streets, stepped
into the hushed atmosphere Of the fiat
where already Visitant, unseen but
potent, was arrived, and now was
reckoning, shadow-like, to Mira Le-
roux.
"Will you please sit down and wait, -
said Garnham, placing chairs for the
two Scotland Yard men in the dining
room.
who's insider' whispered Dunbar
with that note of awe in his voice
which such scene always produces,
and he nodded in the direction of the
lobby. !
'.Mr. Leroux, sir" replied the man,
1.-THE nurse, Miss Cumberly. DR.. Cum
berly and Miss Ryland"
"No one else?" asked the detective
sharply.
"And Mr.. CASTOR Max added tho
man. you'll find whisky and cigars
upon the table there, SIR
He left the room. Dunbar glanced
across at Sowerby, his tufted brows
raised and a wry smile upon his face.
I'm at the death, Sowerby!" he said
grimly and lifted the stopper from the
cut glass decanter.
In the room where Mira Leroux lay.
so near to the borderland that her al
ways ethereal appearance was now
positively appalling. hushed group
stood about the bed.
Il think she is awake, DOCTOR" whis-
pered the nurse softly, peering into
the emaciated face of the patient.
Mira Leroux opened her eyes and
smiled at Dr. Cumberly, who was
bending over her. The poor faded eyes
turned from the face OF the physician
to that Of Denise Ryland, then to M.
Max wonderingly; next to Helen,
whereupon an indescribable expression
crept into them, and finally TO Henry
Leroux, who, with bowed head, sat In
the chair beside her. She feebly ex-
tended her thin hand and laid it upon
his hair. He looked up. taking the
hand in his own. The eyes of the dy-
ing woman filed with tears as she
turned them from the face of Leroux
to Helen Cumberly, who was weeping
silently.
"Look after him. whispered Mira
LerouX.
ha Continued