The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1922-06-10

Now TO warn the boy. their
guest. He mustn't De caught under
their roof, whatever he'd done.
Besides, think Of the scandal-the
damage to the practice, already
poor enough.
Her heart knocked, and her
knees were shaking as she labored
I'D to his room. What could she
do-how, without offence, assume
that he was in danger? 1t was too
absurd, fantastic. Who could say
to a patient, Excuse me, but l
think you're wanted for murder?
Such things are not done. But sHs
must hurry. Walter would DO
back soon with the nurse, and
probably the police also. No; he'd
send the nurse for the police, and
come home alone, full Of seif-im-
portance and the majesty OF the
law.
And il must be some awful mis-
take. That innocent boy-look how
fond he was Of the bcOy! Her
sympathies were all with TreseA-
ma, though she was forced to admit
that. so far, he had consistently
fooled and rebuffed her.
so / slew the wench, and nov
I'm hiding from justice"
Was that bluff? Had he reelfy
Il-.Iled some one? Anyhow, he
shouldn't be trapped here. not
here
AS she opened the door the still
ness Of his room gathered itself
together, stole towards her on
hushed feet. smothered her in a
cloak of muffling folds. 1t was the
silence of great emptiness, and.
stumbling over the stark figure on
the floor. Eileen knew that 1t was
the emptiness OF death. She saw
a bare arm. outstretched appealing
fingers. saw the fallen head; then
the walls wavered. and with .
tnrottled sob, she fell.
When she awoke to this new,
awful world where violence had
become a commonplace. it was to
feel her husbands arms round he:.
TO hear his comforting voice in her
ears. She grew conscious Of SUIT.
of air, of the song Of birds, Of the
d ar, friendly outdoor life before
realizing with piteous dismay that
she was on Tregenna's balcony. on
his lounge, while he, inside. lay
dead.
She struggled feebly TO ST up.
walter. Walter, he's dead! Did
he kill himself, or did that ter
rible woman kill him."
The doctors face grew stern.
at wasn't q woman. dear"
Not a woman? But she Nas q
rurse' Why, why"
1.-The nurse poor fellow, Is
dead. and I strongly suspect why"
Dead! Walter, for heavens
sake tell me what you mean. Did
, she fall over the cliff? What hap
pencd"
Stephen Tresenna deAd-his
visitor dead! Was she dead, too?
Was there anybody left alive?
With a gasp OF relief she saw her
baby girl coming up the path.
babbling to Nanny Of the glorious
game Tesgie had promised hef. At
the thought OF him, Betty's Teggte.
Of his delightful understanding
with the child. Eileen broke into
tumult OF sobs.
Walter waited, patiently stroE-
ling her hair and patting her hand
till she was able to listen to his
tale. Unable to catch the hospital
nurse, he had returned TO the
house, meaning to warn Tregenna
Of his danger.
I'VE couldn't have had him ar
frosted here, under our very roof. !"
he said half-apolosetically; then az
I he felt the pressure Of Eileen's
|, hand. his voice hardened. Il
would give him up now, though,
, with the greatest OF pleasure. It
would only be just"
She drew away. Hes beyond
the reach OF our justice. Wsiter."
For the moment. most unfor-
tunately. he is: But with such de-
tails as can give now. he should
not be difficult 10 find. No, my
dear: know you don't Under
stand. The body in there Is not
the body of Tregenna. There Is
nothing heyound my suspicious to
tell whose body it is" He added
srimly: "Scotland-yard may
know"
Then the hospital nurse that
walked away" Eileen whispered,
shuddering.
THAT. my dear. unless I'm very
much mistaken. was Stephen Tire
genna-or shall We say the Ma1
behind the Tinted Glasses?"
The Next Story In This Fascfnat-
ing Series is: Blood, Money and A
Foggy Night.