Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-09-03
THE PARADISE MYSTERY
ry,s STARTS THE STORY
BY ]. S. Fletcher
copr,ost. 1850. by Alfred A. Knop,. rno.

90, 1soerv aud her brother Dicl;
,s ,pords Of Doctor Ronslord;
~ ~ ,n,r asks for him and ldfoT rs
"Y sor,d dead. The theory e thdt ne
poM'~ n. s,ain, Coiiisha,o, a idborers toho
.c.d he conid throp light on ne Broko
v,prder. IS found dsaa, s Deseg ,,,,,sever Sar-
ns - datecftve, sees Bryce and ADMITS
k"tas learned that Bryden 'ods IN
Ia Brots. tather Of Mary and DICK.
UUo,ssy tells BRYCE Of Gldssdale, oon-
D,et he sd,o IN the city before Brd-
dsss death & AZ 5aetor ssc gassjt Rgasstopd TSe IN % an
nofSurst. denies any part IN the deaths
"a cifhsr Broden or the mason. Bryce
S,Ss q partv has searched the cemo-
sSru and found Dor containing JsW-
sts stolen rom the Dake oi soTon,
stoade. TIE .ponoo r 'nsfeo,v' ns,, on pootor Doc
Ransford aud ask MS help. He tells
tSem Of MS suspicious Of Bryce aud
Wortsr The officers 90 20 question
p,,os. He admits lociry hdry Beto-
erv and leads them. to cast nep s,tspt-
srs q s,ss ss"'gS,ss sge,s coa,as gas ss,''.syas as
ao"rds too days before his 'nmrdcr.
gThsv are dstounded bp totre from
Hanstord stating the mystery hos been
cleared aud the guilty mon are kno,cn
R,Toe questions Glassddlo and learns
the slain man HUu quo ehtN''sS 10 "eu
traced to Ea9land. Later he meets
a friend ,oho tells him ho suspects
Giassdale. Bryce goes TO tell Mary
~, must udrfp him or no GW send
RansJord TO his death as slayer OF tho
fpo murdered men. She upbrdfds Mn.
dak goes TO oidim tho rc,cdrd o1ercd
Tor possibfe data on the murder.
AND HERE IT CONTINUES
kAYE, wellr' he said at last. Il sup
n pose you haven't put these ideas Of
Ecurs before anybody, now7"
Present ideas?'' asked Giassdale
harply "Not to a soul! I've not had
sm--very long"
You're the sort Of man that another
nan can do a deal with, supposeH'
reeested Folliot. THAT is. II It's made
Eorth your while. of course7"
'I shouldn't wonder" replied Glass.
ale. "And---if It is made worth my
Thile."
Folliot unused a little. Then he tapped
blassdale's elbow. 80,
might be, you know. that l had little
purpose Of my own in offering that re-
II Might Might be s tnas mat. u h was had Vtrs shs
misfortune to have incurred this man
braden's hatred. And l might want TO
ave him, dye soc, from---well. from the
bonseouence Of what's happened, and "a
hear about 1t first IL anybody came for
yard, eh?'
"As--you've done" assented Folliot
tNow, perhaps II would be in the in.
crest Of this particular friend OF mine
4 no made it worth your while to--saS
o more to anybody, eh?"
Very much worth his while, Mr.. Fol
lot" declared Glassdale.
AVE, we'll" continued Folliot "Thi,
ery particular friend would Just want
% know, you know, how. much yot
eally, truly know Now; Tor or. 'nstamSe Is par
icular--that Braden was after? DID
i'd he name 'em?"
Giassdale leaned q little nearer to his
ompanion on the rose-screened bench.
"Iie named them---to me y he sald I'D ~ u
ner Wraye, and the other man was 0
bsn named Flood. Is that enough?"
'I think you'd better come and see me
hls evening" answered Fplliot. Come
ist about dusk to that door--lh mee'
"Fine roses these of mine. aren,,!
hey?" he continued. as they rose. "
coupy myself entirely with 'em."
He walked with Glassdale to tn,
arden door. and stood there watchins
s visitor 60 away up the s,ia side &c OF ns.t IN
lcross Paradise. And then. as Follio'
was retreating to his roses. no saw Bryce
oming over the close--and Bryce
beckoned TO him.
When Bryce came hurrying UP ts
him, Folliot was standing at his garder
boat-tails-t&e very picture Of benev
blent leisured gentleman who ha
hothing to do and Is disposed to give
bis time to anybody. He glanced a
Bryce as he had glanced at Glassdale-
Pyer the tops of his spectacles, and tn,
I But II Bryce had been lees excited
he would have seen that Tolliot, as h
beckoned him inside the garden, swep
sharp look over the close and ascer
aimed that there was no oae about
hat Bryce's entrance was. unobserved
gave for n child or two, playing unde
he tall elms near one Of the gates, ant
or q clerical figure that stalked a path
n the far distance. the close was empt!
Pf life. And there was no one about
either. In that part OF Folliot's bill
Il want a bit OF talk with you" sait
Bryce as Folliot closed the door an'
urned down a side path to a still NOR
,,tI stired region. Private talk Let's 81
Eestlon. Foiloit led the way through hi
Eess trees to . far corner Of his grounds
yhere an old building Of gray stone
covered with Ivy, stood among higl
ress. He turned the key Of doorway
ND mot!oned Bryce to enter.
enough Yaaye IN here newer d9ssSr ,h
Paee--bit Of a. fancy OF mine"
Bryce. absorbed as he was in tn,
honghts OF the moment, glanced cur
,Sfily Ss I.d q & the place into WI which EolI;o ,
ia floor paved with much worn fiag
limestone, evidently set down in I
ong dead age and now polished I,
marble like smoothness. In its midst
Pet hush with the floor. was what wa
Mdsntiy BS.,;s trap door, furnished with ;
NTH a glance OF significant interest.
Deepest well in all Wrychester unde
nat, he remarked. You'd never thinl
Its a hundred feet deep-and more
ory now-water gave out some year
s. so. some people would have pulle'
did better-1 turned 1t to goot
account" He raised a hand and pointed
ipward to an obviously modern ceilnj
strong oak timbers. Had that pu
he continued. "and turned the tol
ora nne % building into little snuggery
He led the way to q flight of steps II
me corner of the lower room, pushet
Peh a door at their head, and showet
!s companion into n small apartment
nranged and furnished in something
aosMely approaching to luxury. TIL,
Wails were hung with thick fabrics; tn,
%rpStlng was equally thick there wer,
PICTURES, books and curiosities the two
tnree chairs were deep and bi,
hough to lie down in the two window,
commanded pleasant views of tK,
al aSsneoral towers on one side and OF tn,
sNiee little place to be alone in, d.y,
a. ~. SAID Folliot. Cool In summer
Sstm In winter-modern fire grate, 70,
"SGe' Come here when want to d.
avt w or quiet thinking, what?'
zoo 5000 place for that--certainly,'
Fplliot pointed his visitor to ono OF