New Britain herald., 1919-09-20


 fell on his face I remember I was ! just thinking what a manly face he E had, but even before there was time 10 get this fact in mind I saw some thing flash from his pocket and fall with a soft pop on the polished table. It was a three ounce vial of yellow 4 ish liquid. The contents splashing in a delugc of gold all over the faces Of the photographs.
 Tn anger Mon Henri threw the cat from him, and turning on me fierce ly grasped my arm as though to hur-s ry me from the room, but before he could accomplish this, we were both compelled oy some hidden force to sink in our respective chairs.
 My God" bro ather Mon. Henri now agitated above mes sure. I'Ves broken the bottle of magic liquor, and all that which I had hoped to some day witness alone must now be- shared with anotker
 'I tried to cry to him that I would go from the room, but my tongue was stiff against the 1oof of my dry mouth.
 Suddenly, before us, two forms began to slowly materialize. One was the form in all its completeness of a beautiful woman. The other was that of a man with dark eyes and longish hair as bla ok as the wing of a raven. I remember in a subcon- sciouo way 1 hkened him to Poe the great writer of those weird and yet fascinating tales He did not stand upright but cringed as though the Announcement that was to follow would be too much for hlm.
 "'You beast" began the woman in the most mournful voice to which [ think I ever lister cd, You beast, to kill me, thinking you would get my money-how well you thought you had planned it! Do you not know that I learned all after you stabbed me and death came? What a fool you were thinking you could cnansct clothes with the butler and then send him away from home, making sure to have him return at the oppoftuhe time just after you committed the dastardly crime. I saw it all after death! I saw you sneak in his room and remove all traces of the crime then mosmcrize him and place the bloody dagger in his hand and force him in my room after ] was dead. l even havc been permitted 70 know tfie private working of your corrupt brain when the idea first presented it. self 10 you. You under the plea ot sickness cfttimes keTt away from nc. l who loved and trI sted you s&f
 "'Adax,' you said that fateful morning to the butler, you will go to Mon. Porrett's and convey my com phments, and say that l shall eXpecte him the day after tomorrow. You will F. rive home again at precisely half past one oclock--not a moment later, mind. You will wear a suit of my clothes. Mon Porrett being a keen observer, will inquire why you wear my clothes You will laugh and re- ply 'It is enc of nly masters idiosyn- crases"--you will remember this word He will ask you about your mistress health and you will reply, "She is we'll" Then you will return to the house and don your own clothes and again retrace your steps to Mon. Porretts, and say that you came to sec his butler about certain brand of wine, and when he inquires about this farce you are playing, concerning the change of clothing, etc. You Will laugh, and repeat these words, My master and his lady left this, day for Paris, and before he left he instruct ed me to do all this I have done. know he Is crazy, but law me, what have. to do but obey Q good master a master who thinks so much of me and my family that when any of them are i'll, he too, is almost i'll, and"
 Here Bill" I said, you don't be- lieve I'm believing that Mon. Whats hs-name was such a darn fool as to direct a servant to do any such cussed oft-headed foolishncss do you? You don't believe that I believe you're telling the truth, and that what yout are telling me ever happened to you?'
 "W-no.' replied Bill reaching Tor the glass, but seeing we're on the eve of national prohibition, I thought Ia celebrate by telling you real good lie."