The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1918-03-21
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Part One-(Continued)

Guy could not refuse. Thus It
happened that in the company OF
Swan and a couple OF plaiucothes
detectives he returned to the house
where he knew that he would par
ticipate in the discovery Of the MUIR
der.
They forced open the door. Swan
gave no information of his motives
to Hooking beyond a muttered eX-
plantation that it was necessary to
take this course.
Hes a dangerous fellow, and I
think we shall catch him" 1t was
with the remark that Swan assist
ed The other men to force an en-
trance.
"My God, were too late" repeat
ed Swan. He hurried to the side of
dead Goldsmith. Yes he's dead.
And, yes. l thought as much. Look
here Hooking" He threw back the
collar of the murdered mans coat.
Upon the thick neck appeared
strange finger marks which seemed
hardly human in their claw-like
outline.
mOncr1et CallS on Guy.
Guy Hooking lay back IN a large
armchair in his own rooms gazing
moodily at the ceiling. For once In
his life he was too disturbed even
20 smoke. lie had lit a cigarette
only TO throw il away; nicotine had
lost power to soothe him.
Impelled by a vague and terrible
sense OF fear Guy put his hands
TO his own brow as IL 10 protect
himself from some unseen foe and at
that second the door opened softly
and a man entered.
Guy started violently, then an
expression OF positive hatred came
over his pale face as he recognized
-Moncrief, suave and de-
boHair a. ever, in1ms culately turn
ed out. with the latest tie and
white csrnatiOn in his button hole.
His gray gloves fitted perfectly.
and he carried a handsome stick.
Guy noticed the richly chased gold
handle, even the way the mans
mustache was curled: noticed ev-
everything with scorn and lOthinE.
What the devil brings you
here" asked Guy. He made no
effort 10 rise to his feet: and sll
he could do was to control the i'm
pulse that urged him at the others
throat.
Moncrief started at his dupe in
absolute bewiIderment He could
not understand the young mans
manner. and IL never occurred 10
him that Guy had discovered the
whole plot. He made up his mind
that his victim had been drinking.
so he merely smiled al Guy cheer
fully, and put his glossy hat down
on a small table with his gloves
and stitch.
"a Strange Murder" He Said.
I'm afraid. :.ou're not feeling
quite yourself. boy" he SAID. in
bright. amIable tones Isn't this
mysterious murder an awful jays7
Fancy old Goldsmith beng killed
yesterday. All the towns talking
about It.
"A strange sort OF business alto-
gether." Moncrief went on. And
then. taken in conjunction with
those other murders makes the
whole affair rather creepy. The
marks on the throat. for instance.
just like the man who WAS muir
dered down at Adderley. How puz-
zled the police seem to be" Mon
Grief was taking in quick. broken
sentences. for he was beginning to
feel vaguely uneasy. lie could not
understand the expression on Guy
bookings face-hs had caught a
sudden glimpse of it-and he felt
disturbed and anxious.
Guy Loses His Temper.
"Yes. you must be sorry Cold
smith is dead" cried Guy hoarse-
~. unable to contain himself any
longer. You must be very sorry,
Moncrief.''
why should I carea" asked the
other. with = distinct touch Of de-
fiance. His voice had lost its suave
good hUmor. and the rasy-goInE
smile had died away on his lips.
what Is he to me?' he went on,
with a CERTAIN amount Of bluster
81 know the man by name. Who