The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1921-11-10
Continued from Last Week.
CHAPTER v.
Dyck In Prison.

Oyck In Prison.
When Dyck Calhoun walked he was
In the hands of the kings constables,
arrested for the murder of Erris
Boyne. Also, the landlord WAS ready
to swear concerning quarrel he had
seen when he opened the door for a
moment. Dyck, with sudden caution,
only said that he would make all clear
at the trial.
Driven thrAgh the streets of Dublin
In jauntlng car between two of the
kings police, he was a mark for abuse
by tongue, but was here and there
cheered by partisans of the nltra-loyal
group to which his father adhered.
The effect of the drug was still up
on him and his mind was confused
He remembered the quarrel, Boyne's
explanation and the subsequent. drink
ing, but he could recall nothing fur
Their. He could not believe he had
killed Boyne; yet Boyne had been
found with a wound in his heart, and
his own naked sword lying beside him
on the table. The trouble was that
he could not absolutely swear he had
pot committed the crime.
The situation was not eased by his
stay In jail. On the contrary, 1t began
with a revelation terribly repugnant
to him, He had not long been lodged
In the cell when he received visit
from Michael Clones. who stretched
out his hand In an agony of humilia-
ton.
"Ah, you didn't do it-you didn't do
1t, slrr' he cried. I'm sure you new
er killed him. 1t wasn't your way.
He was for doing you harm if he
could. An evil man he was, as all
the world knows. But there's one
thing thatll be worse than anything
else to you. You never knew it, ami
l never knew 1t till an hour ngo Did
you know who Erris Boyne WAS? Well
I'll tell you. He was the father Of
Sheila Llyn. He was divorced by Mrs
Llyn many years ago, for having to do
with other women. She took 10 her
maiden name, and he married again"
"Good God, Good God - Dyc,l
Calhoun made gesture Of horror.
He's Sheila Llyn's father! Good
God :"
Suddenly passion Of remorse
reused him out of his semi-stupefaC-
ton.
"Afichael. Michaeli" he said. his
voice hoarse, broken. "Don't say such
thing. Are you sureY' Michael
nodded.
I'm sure. got 1t from one that's
known Erris Boyne and his first wife
and girl--one that was servant to
them both in past days. He's been
down to Limerick to see Mrs. Ilyn
and the beautiful daughter. | met him
an hour ago and he told me. He told
me more. He told me Mrs. Llyn spoke
to him of your friendship with Erris
Boyne. and how she meant to tell you
who and what he was. She said her
daughter didn't even know her fathers
! name. She had been kept In ignor
! nnce."
Dyck seated himself on the rough
| bed of the cell and stared at Michael,
his hands between his knees, his eyes
! perturbed.
"AIichapl," he said at last "if It's
trup-what you've told me- don't
see my way. Every step in front Of
me Is black with vleness. To tell the
whole truth Is to bring fresh shame
upon Mrs. HXp and her daughter. and
not TO tell the whole truth is TO take
away the only chance | have of get
! ting out of this trouble. see that ="
II don't know whit you mean, sir
but I'll tell YOU this. None that knows
you would believe you'd murder r,rris
! Boyne or any other man."
/ Dyck wiped the sweat from his fore
fead.
Il suppose you speak the truth,
/ Michael, but It isn't people who're
known me that'll try me; and | can't
tell ALL"
"Why not, II tn help you?"
81 cant--of course can't. 1t would
be disgrace eternal"
"Why7 Tell me why, sir u
Dyck looked closely, firmly Mt the
old servant and friend. Should he
tell the truth-that Boyne had tried
to induce him to sell himself to the
French, to invoke his aid against the
English government, to share In
treason? II he could have told 1t to
anybody he would have done so to
Michael; but If II, was true that in
his blindness he had killed Boyne, he
would not seek to escape by proving
Boyne a traitor.
Dyck had foolish strain in him.
after all. Romance was his deadly
foe; 1t made him do stupid If chlVai'
rous. thing. Meanwhile. he wonin
warn the government at once about
the projected French naval raid,
Michael" said Dyck. rising, see
my father, but you're not to say
didn't sill Boyne. for, to tell the 'rp'n'
l don't know. My head'-he pun l'a
hand TO It with gesture of despair
my heads a mass of cohtranle''on',
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