The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1919-01-16

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things she said in a temper seri-
ously! If we are to repeat idle
conversations, suppose | say that
/ heard you say last evening that
you'd like to kill her!"
II didn't" shrieked Anita
"You did," declared Pauline,
/, calmly s'and Gray said she ought
, to be killed, too. / know you
didn't mean to kill her, but I've
just as much right to quote your
foolish words as you have to quote
hers"
"Nonsense!' said Haviland ;
''let up, Polly! You two are al
ways at each other! AS there is
no question as to who killed poor
Miss Lucy, why rake up our fool
ish words spoken under the in
tense provocation of her exhihi-
ton of temper, which was spe-
cially trying last night. Inspec-
tor, ear we tell you anything more
of Importance
So far the Inspector had been
almost silent, and appeared to be
learning some points from the
conversation not addressed to
him. Now he changed his man
ner, and began briskly to ask
questions.
"This glove he said, holding
it out, was, as you know, found
clasped in her hand. Is it yours,
Mr.. Haviland2"
No. said the young man, as,
after a close examination of the
glove he handed it back; "no, it
is a size smaller than | wear, and
it is of a different make from
mine"
"Have you any idea whose it
can BET 1t is highly improbable
the burglar left it."
eve no idea," and Haviland
shrugged his shoulders. "But if
it was not left by the intruder,
where could it possibly have come
FRONT 1t is a mans glove"
could it be one of Cousin
Carr'sf" said Pauline. AUNT
Lucy was awfully fond of any
thing of his. She kept one of his
caps in her drawer for months
after he left the last time"
NO." replied Haviland; cit
isn't Loria's. He wears larger
gloves than / do. My theory points
to a sort of gentleman burglar,
a 'Raffles,' you know, and | think
he talked with Miss Lucy before
he struck that blow, and disarmed
her mind of fear"
What an extraordinary ideal"
and Pauline looked thoughtful.
"But how else explain the
glove2"
"And the snakef Did your gen.
tleman burglar persuade her to
wearthat paper thing9 'Neverl
Gray, you're absurdl"
Another thing" went on In
|spector Brunt, returning the glove
to his roomy pocketbook, Tin the
bedroom we noticed a glass Of
milk and beside it an empty plate,
Was it the lady's habit to have
a night lunch2"
Eyes" said Anita; "but she
rarely ate it. In case Of insomnia
she had ready a light repast, but
she almost never touched it."
"The glass of milk is still I'M
touched" said Brunt, "but the
plate is empty. What did it con-
tainf"
"a sandwich, I think" said
Anita. "That is what Estelle usu-
ally prepared for her. She will
know-Estelle, the maid"
Miss Carrington's lady's
maid9"
eyes; though not hers exclu-
sively. She was expected to act
as maid for Miss Stuart and my
self also at such times as Miss
Darlington didn't require her
services"
"And she, then, brought the
breakfast tray that is upset on the
floor7"
yes; Miss Lucy always had
an early cup of tea before she
dressed for breakfast with the
family"
And the maid took it to her
this ~morningf Did she not then
discover the-the tragedy"
"She says not!'' cried Pauline
"but I'm sure she did, She says
she saw Miss Lucy at the mirror
and, thinking her engrossed,
merely left the tray on the tab
ouret and went away"
Ridiculous !" exclaimed Havi.
land. what does Estelle mean
by such lies2 OF course she saw
Miss Carrington's strange ap-
pearance, of course she was
frightened out. Of her wits, and OF
course she dropped the tray and
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