The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1921-07-01

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name; and the Jury brought in YER
dict OF death from natural causes. A
month before, he had an interview with
Lexington. which took place at our
house: because the Italian. being a
stranger, came to the wrong place. and
darlington happened to be with us at
the time. The interview finished with
fearful quarrel" she turned to
Drummond with a slight smile, "Not
much evidence, is theref Only know
darlington murdered him. / know 1t.
You may think I'm Notwithstanding
things; you may think I'm exaggerat-
ing. ! don't mind IL you do--because
you won't for long"
3 Drummond did not answer immedi-
ately. Against his saner judgment he
was beginning to be profoundly Inn
pressed, and, at the moment, he did
not quite know what to say.
''What about this other manT" he
asked at length.
Il can tell you very little about him."
she answered. "He came to The Films
that is the name of Lakington's
house-three months ago. He is about
medium height and rather thick-set;
clean-shayen, with thick brown hair,
flecked slightly with white. His fore
head is broad, and his eyes are
sort Of cold grey-blue. But it's his
hands that terrlfy me. They're large
and white and utterly ruthless" She
turned to him appeallngiy. "Ohl don't
think Pm talking wildly" she i'm
plored. "He frightcns me to death
that man: far, far worse than Laking-
ton. He would stop at nothing to gain
his ends and even Lakington himself
knows that Mr.. Peterson Is his mas
ter"
Peterson" murmured Drummond.
sit seems quite sound old English
name."
The girl laughed scornfully. "ohi
the name Is sound enough, Ii It was
his real one. As 1t is, It's about as
real as his daughter"
'There Is lady In the case, thenr
by the name of Irma." said the
girl briefly. "She lies on sofa in
the garden and yawns. She's no
more English than that waiter"
A faint smile fiickered over her
companions face; he had formed
fairly vivid mental picture of Irma.
Then he grew serious again.
'.And what Is 1t that makes you
think there's mischief aheadT' he
asked abruptly.
The girl shrugged her shoulders.
what The novelists call feminine In
tuition. suppose" she answered.
"That-and my father she said the
last words very low. HE hardly ever
sleeps at night now: I hear him pacing
up and down his room-hour after
hour. hour after hour. Oh 1t makes
me mad. Don't you understand
rye got to get him away from those
devils. hes,re be breaks down com
pleteIy.
prummond nodded, and looked
away. While she had been speaking
he had made up his mini what course
to take. and now, having outsat every
body else, he decided that it was time
for the interview to cease. Already
an early diner was having cocktail.
while Laklngton might return at any
moment. And II there was anything
Ia what she had told him, II struck
him that It would be az well for that
gentleman not to fnd them together
Il think" he said. wed better go.
My address Is GOA Halt Moon street;
my telephone 1884 Mayfair. II any
thing happens. II ever you want me-
at any hour Of the day or nIght-ring
me up or write. II I'm not In. leave a
message with my servant Denny. He
Is absolutely reliable. The only other
thing Is your own address,"
'The Larches, near Godalming,r an
swered the giri, as tney moved toward
the door. "Ohi II you only knew the
glorious relief Of feeling ones got
some one to turn 70 She
looked at him with SHINING eyes, and
Drummond felt his pulse quicken sud
denly.
May ! drop you anyvherev be
asked. as they stood on the pavement.
but she shook her head
NO, thank you III 90 In that taxi