The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-03-06

face as white as a sheet and told
me to go as fast as l could-that
Miss Laurel was dead"
Barry turned as II to depart. but
at the threshold he dropped his
handkerchief and. stopping to re.
cover It, turned once more.
by the way, l was having a lit
| tie discussion with Lieutenant Cad
mus a while ago about the exhaust
OF motors in general, and asked II
a ruber tube could DO attached In
some way to the exhaust pipe on a
car and led out OF doors; so that,
when the engine was running the
i fumes would escape into the outer
air. He says It could not be done;
that the pressure of the exhaust
would force off the rubber tubing.
What do you think"
"Me? ! thing he's a simp!" The
rctort came promptly. why, I've
seen 1t done myself! 1t was done
as an experiment. just as you said.
sergeant, to see II the fumes could
be driven directly out OF the gar
age. 1t was extra-hcavy tubing. OF
couse. and had been fastened on
pretty tight, but 1t held all right. !"
as there any extra heavy tub
ing OF that sort lying about the
garage here?" demanded Barry.
Ills voice had suddenly sharpened.
why, there was some" The
chauffeur looked his wonderment.
I'VE never used 1t, though, and I
don't know what has become Of It.
i Ill look for IT. sir, II you like"
Il wish you would"
| He left and proceeded slowly to
the house. When Frank had drawn
his attention to the cleaned spaces,
no had observed something which
had escaped the others eye: A tiny,
rounded spot Of mud with an elong.
ated triangle in front OF It.
Barry recognized the print Of q
small, hlgh-heeled slipper, and he
know that when he had found It
and its owner tho search for this
sinister Cinderella would be at an
end.
: He found Anna the cook, Louise
and Martha all congreEated In the
kitchen, and a single glance at their
feet assured him that none OF them
could have worn that fairlyltke
slipper.
do you know II Mrs Tudor has
been gu. to the garage today?"
why, no, sir" Martha stam-
mercd. "The poor lady hasn't been
out OF doors except for a minute
on the front porch when tho cor
oner came"
| Barry dismissed the subject, and
asking where tho telephone was. he
called up Whaley's garage. Yes,
Frank had slept the night in Pete's
own room, and who the devils bust
ness was 1t, anyway?
, Franks abili was established be-
yond further question,
He walked silently to the front Of
the house and hearing the voices
of Mrs. Tudor, the sheriff. and
Professor Scmyonov IN the library,
he vaulted quickly up the stairs.
The locked door OF the room In
which Laurel had met her death
presented no difficulties 10 him,
and in a moment he had opened 1t
with a skeleton key.
The two narrow, empty, tumbled
beds, with clothing scattered about
and the breakfast tray with only
one chocolate cup used were the
first objects which met his gaze.
He examined carefully the tiny
pair OF low-heeled lounging slip.
pers which stood on the floor by
the bed nearest tho window, then
turned his attention to the pink
satin mu!as beside the other bed.
shaking his head he was replac-
4 ing them them when, kicked or
thrown far under the valance, no
discovered pair Of incredibly
small dull black satin slippers
with exaggerated pointed toes and
high stilted heels. They had been
curled all out OF shape. AS he drew
them forth he felt the grating Of
the mud which still caked them.
and realized that they were sopping
wet.
He had risen and was examln-
ing them with minute care when
an exclamation from behind him
made him turn swiftly.
Fay Tudor stood in the doorway
watching him. AS her eyes fell up
on tho objects in his hand she
opened her lips. but no words
came.
Can you tell mo, Miss Tudor,
to whom these beloug?"
"They are mine, Sergeant
Barry"
CHAPTER VIII
The look in her clear, llmpid eyes
was that Of n child who does not
, understand. but senses no danger.
Despite the damning revelation
Barry felt an odd impulse OF COM
Function. She appeared so small
and frail. yet he, as we'll as every.
body else in Sandy Cove, had heard
OF the tortitude and courage she
had displayed during her two years
OF unceasIng service. Could that
courage and fortitude turn into i'm
placable relentlessnoss under the
urge Of reckless passion and a de-
; sire for revenge against the girl,
who she learned only the previous
night. had supplanted her in her
absence? Could II be that she was
still In love withrthe young lieuten.
liant?
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