New Britain herald., 1921-08-01

Peters mind the mans portrait which had so much interested OMalley and himself, and he had little doubt a: to the cause of Rutledges temper and the name of the original of the photo. graph.
 Rutledge had gone on without pause:
 "I heard Mrs. Rut1edge in the nex1 room, talking to some one. The oth. CT voice was low, but it had a plead ing note in it that was quite per ceptible. Then, very distinctly, heard Mrs. Rutledge say, You'd bet ter be careful, Eleanor. Remember you're in my power.' Her voice sounded angry and I was surprised a moment later as I went on up the stairs, to see this girl Nora come out of the room.'
 "Odd,' said O'Malley. Tt was this girl who discovered the body and gave the alarm"
 Rutledge rose also and faced the old man across the width of the table. T want the murderer found!" he said, bringing his open hand down hard on the table. Leave no stone unturned! Call on me for any money you may need and get the best as- sistance procurable. You are to have access to the house at all times" Here he took from his pocket a bunch of keys and selecting several, laid them on the table, designating the doors to which they belonged. You'll have to be careful in closing the innet street door," he cautioned, "as there is something the matter with the lock and it sometimes doesn't catch. have given orders to have it repaired, but I'm not sure it has been done. Test it when you close it, to be sure that it is fast.''
 It was nearing midnight and all the tragic house lay bathed in silence and darkness save for light that burned high and clear in the dining-room, where, behind drawn blinds, two men sat talking earnestly.
 The body of Inez Rutledge had been removed early in the evening and, except for the two men, the house that had been a witness of her fate was empty. The old housekeep- CT, with bag and baggage, had de- parted early in the evening. Ham, l necessary arrangements for the re- moval of his wife's body, had gone to hotel for the night.
 The girl Nora had seemed a little vague as to her plans. She had given an address in old Greenwich Village, with the statement that any mail or ! messages would be forwarded to her by Mr. Vincent Quartley, who lived o n m
 I'm not altogether easy in my l mind about that girl" said OMalley, leaning his heavy arms on the old refectory table and looking over his glasses at Clancy, and I'm having her shadowed."
 He fumbled in his pocket as he spoke and brought out his pig pocket book. Slipping off the elastic band which held it, he drew out an en- velope and shook from it the paper of matches and the burnt ends he had found in the hall that morning. "A skirt don't usually carry matches around" Peter agreed.
 Richard went to his room early the night of his arrival at Meadow Bay. He had left his pajamas in his locked bag and now opened it to take them out.
 I'll get rid of you yet" he said to the parcel containing his pumps, which lay in one corner. "Ill get rid of you yet,'' he repeated with deter mination, "so watch yourself"
 He pulled out his pajanas as he spoke and caught hold of the dress ing-gown which lay beneath them. As he Jerked it's heavy silken folds from the bag, something that had been caught ill them fell with a light metallic sound to the polished floor. The packet that Nora had given him to take care of for her had burst it's bonds in falling and lay open be- fore him. Looking up at him, with the smile he knew so we'll on those scarlet lips, was the face of Inez Rutledge. The eyes were open now and their ex- pression was singularly vital and compelling. He picked up the minia- - ture in its heavy golden frame and examined it closely.
 He had spread out the paper. It contained nothing more except fiat leather case partly wrapped in soft piece of old white cloth which was still folded as it had been when