The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1921-08-20

You soc. Sag" t'vrvrrs had re-
marked. I'm sure tho boy Is straight
and incapable Of such r"muYct, but
IT'S impossible TO talk to :ha; ass
Murdy. He has no NOR" imaSina-
ton than a tin-linnet."
Freynes's reference was I" Chief
Inspector at;!-d:'. 81 Scotland Yard,
who had been entrusted with the
inquiry, the local polio" having
proved unequal 10 the problem.
Although Malcolm Sage had prom
.sed Robert F'rcynes that he would
undertake the inquiry into the CYL
ston scandal, it was not unt nearly
a week later that he found himself
at liberty To motor down into Iiamp-
shire.
One afternoon the vicar Of CYL
ston. on entering his church. found
, a stranger on his knees in the chan
eel. Note book in hand. he was
/ transcribing the inscription OF
monumental brass.
! As the vicar approached. he OBJ
served that the stranger was vigor-
ously shaking a tountain-pen. from
which the ink had evidently been
! exhausted.
/ You are interested in monumental
! brasses?" inquired the vicar. as he
entered the chancel. and the stran-
! ger rose to his feet. II am the
! vicar" he explained. There was
look Of eager interest In the pale
grey eyes that looked out from
placid. scholarly face.
! Il was taking the liberty Of copy
ing the inscription on this" replied
Malcolm Sage. indicating the time
worn brass ut his feet, only untor-
,unatcly my fountain-pcn has given
: out"
There Is pen and ink in the
vcstry." said the vicar. impressed
by the fact that the stranger had
chosen the finest brass in the church,
one that had been saved from Crom-
wells Puritans by the ingenuity OF
/ the then incumbent. who had caused
; it 10 be covered with cement. Then
az an afterthought the vicar added,
Il can get Your pen filled at the
vicarage. My daughter has some ink;
she always uses q fountain-pen.
! Subsequently Malcolm Sage was
? invited 10 the viCaraCe. where an
other half hour was occupied In hr.
Crayne showing him his collection
OF books on brasses.
As Malcolm Sage made move
ment 70 depart. the vicar suddenly
remembered the matter Uf the Ink.
apulociZed for his rernissness. and
left the room. returning a few min
utcs later with bottle Of fountain
pen ink. Malcolm Sage drew from
his pocket his pen. and proceeded to
replenish the ink from the bottle.
Finally he completed the transcript
ton OF the lettering Of the brass
from rubbing produced by the
vicar
As they crossed the hall fair
girl suddenly rushed out from door
on the right. She was crying hSs-
,crICally. Her hair was disordered.
her deep violet eyes trimmed with
> red, and her moist lips seemed to
stand out strangely red against tho
alabaster paleness Of her skin.
"Aluriel."
4, the sight Of a stranger the
girl had paused. then. as II realizing
Ter tear-staIncd face and disordered
hair. she turned and disappeared
through the door from which she
! had rushed.
MY daughter" murmured the
vicar, a little sadly. Malcolm Sage
thought. she has always been very
highly strung and emotional" be
added. as II considerIng some ex-
PLANTATION necessary. We have to
b. very stern With her on such occa-
sions. 1t is the only way 10 repress
1t"
you find it answers" remarked
malcolm Sage.
she has been much better lately,
although she has been sorely tried.
Perhaps you have heard"
Malcolm Sage nodded absently. as
ne gazed intently al the thunb-nall
Of his right hand. a minute late
he was walking down the drive. his
thoughts occupied with the pretty
daughter Of the "icar Of Gylston.
At the curate's lodgings he was
told that Mr.. Blade was away, and
would not return until late that
night.
/ AS he turned from the gate. NAL
colin Sage encountered a palc-faced,
narrow -shouldered man with dark
mouS,ache and hard. pccvish
mouth.
To Malcolm Sage's question as to
which was the way to the inn. -
nodded in the direction from which
he had come and continued on his
way.
"A man who has failed in what he
se. out 70 accomplish" was Malcolm
SaCe's mental diagnosis OF John
Gray, the 0ylston SChoolmaster.
IL was not long before Malcolm
Sage realized that the village OF
Gylston was intensely proud OF It
SELF. IL had seen in the London pa
pcrs accounts OF the mysterious
scandal OF which it was the centre.
a Scotland Yard officer had been
down. and had subjected many OF
the inhabitants to q careful cross
examination. In consequence CYL
ston realized that II was a village
to be reckoncd with.
The Tired Traveller was the CEN
tire Of all rumor and gossip. Here
each night IN the public bar. or In
the private parlor. according to their
social status. the inhabitants would
forgathcr and discuss the problem
Of tho mysterious letters. Every
sort OF theory was advanced. end
every sort OF explanation offered.
Whilst popular opinion tended to the
view that the curato was tho guilty
party, there were some who darklY
shook their heads and muttered. We
shall see"
During the half hour that NAL
colin Sage spent NJ The Tired Tray
ellcr. eating a hurried meal, he heard