Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-05-31

my ward" corrected Mr.. Earring
ton. az no switched on MI the lights
Of his sitting room, ''she is out-in
fact she Is staying the night with my
friend. Lady Constance Dex-do you
know herr"
Il. Il. nodded.
II can only give you the most
measer information" said Mr.. Far
r,nEton. lilo was white and shaky.
natural state for n law-abidlns
man who had witnessed wilful MUIR
der. II heard voices and went down
to tho door. thinking would find q
policoman--thcn l heard two shots
almost simultaneously. and opened
tho door ana found the two men as
they were found by tho policeman"
What werc they talking about2"
Mr.. Harrington hesitatcd.
hope / am not going to be drag
ged Into this case as n witness7' he
asked rather than asserted. but re-
ceivod no encouragement in the
spoken hope from Il. H. Smith
"They were discussing that motor
ions man. Montague Faliock," said
the millionaire; zone was threaten
'ng to bctray him to tho police"
YEA" said Il. y. 1t was ono of
those "ycsses' which signifled UNDER
standing and conviction.
Then suddenly no asked:
"Who was the third man7"
Mr., Farr,ngton'r face went from
white TO red, and TO white again.
THE third man2" he s,ammered.
Il mean tho man who shot those
two.' said Il, H.. because if there Is
one thing more pbvious than another
II is that they were both killed by q
third person. You see." he went on.
tho they had pistols neither had
been dischnrgcd--that was evident,
because on each the safety catch was
raised. ALSO tho lamp post near
which they stood was Clipped by a
bullet which neither could have fired.
l suggest, Mr. Harrington. that there
was third man present. Do you
object to my searching your house 90
A little smile played across the
face OF the other.
Il haven't the slightest objection"
he said. where will you start7"
In the basement" said r. b.;
that is to say, In your kitchen:"
The millionaire led the way down
the stairs. and descended the back
stairway which led to the domain OF
the absent cook. He turned on the
electric light as they entered.
There is the cellar door," Indicated
Mr.. Harrington. 'this the larder, and
this leads to the area passage. II
is locked"
T. B. tried the handle, and the door
opened readily.
This at any rate is OPEN" he
said. ind entered the dark passage
way.
IA mistake on the part Of the but
ler," said the puzzled Mr.. Harrington.
Il have given the strictest orders
that all these doors should be fasten-
ed. You will find the area door
bolted and chained"
T. B. threw the rays of his
electric torch over the door.
ut doesn't seem to be- he re-
marked; I'm fact. the door Is ajar."
Harrington gasped.
"Ajar?" he repeated. T. b. step
ped out into the well of the tiny
courtyard. 1t was approached from
the street by q flight OF stone stairs
T. b. threw the circle of his lamp
over the tagged yard. He saw some
thing glitteHng and stopped to pick
it up. The object was Z tiny gold
capped bottle such az forms part OF
the paraphernalia In q woman's
handbag.
He lifted It to his nose and shifted
1t.
"That Is It," he said.
"What?" asked Mr.. Harrington,
suspiciously.
"The scent detected In your hail."
replied 7. B. "A peculiar scent, is II
not% He raised the bottle to his
nose again. mot your wards by
any chance?"
Harrington shook his head vieor-
ously.
Doris has never been in this area
In her life" he said; besides, she
dislikes perfumes"
7. B. slipped the bottle in his
pocket. Further examination dis
covered no further clue az to the
third person, and T. B. followed his
host back to the study.
what do you make of lit" asked
Mr.. harrington.
7. b. did not answer Immediately
He walked to the window and looked
out. The little crowd which had
been attracted by the shots and ar
rival OF the police ambulance had
melted away. The mist which had
threatened all the evening had rolled
into the square and the street lamps
showed yellow thru the dfngy haze.
i think" he said, that have at
last got on the track OF Montague
Fallock."
Mr.. Harrington looked at him with
open mouth.
You don't mean that? he asked
increduously.
+. 7. B. inclined his head.
"The open door below-the Wis
itor?" jerked the stout man, YOU
don't think Montague Fallock was in
the house tonight?"
i. B. nodded again, and there was
moments silence.
HE has been Matchmaking me-"
said Mr.. Harrington, thoughtfully,
but don't think
The detective turned UP his coat
collar preparatory to leaving.
Il have rather unpleasant job"
he said. Il shall have to search
those unfortunate men,"
Mr.. harrington shivered. "Beastly,"
he said, huslsily.
I. B. glanced round the beautiful
apartment with it's silver fittings, its
soft lights and costly panellings A
rich, warm fire burnt in an oxidized
steel crate. The floor was a patch
work of Persian rugs, and q few