New Britain herald., 1922-05-06
(Continucd From Our Last Issue)

"Both?" They started at him. Thsy- or nodded, still looking ut the floor, his tongue licking suddenly dry lips.
 "Yeh, both Of 'em. One brought on the other. Mrs. Renaud and John Corbin-they called him Tom Lang don back East"
 CHAPTER XXI
 It was staggering in it's unexpected mess. A gasp came from the lips of Barry Houston. He whirled excited ly and grasped the nearest onlooker.
 Co Set Medain Robinette. Hurry! Tell her that have found the proof. She'll understand"
 Then, struggling to reassure him self, he turned again to the prisoner. Two hours later, in the last gint of day. the door opened, and a woman came to his side, where he was fin- ishing the last of many closely writ ten sheets of paper. He looked up at her, boyishly, happily. Without waiting for her permission. he grasp ed her hand, and then. as though eager for her to hear, he turned to the worn-faced man, now slumped deject- edly in his chair.
 You understand Thayer that this Is your written confession?"
 The man nodded.
 And you are willing to sign it?" 'Id want to know what was signing
 Certainly. intend to read it to you-so that all witnesses may hear 1t. It Is then to be filed with the district attorney"
 A pause. At last:
 My name is Fred Thayer. Until a year, ago I had been employed by the Empire Lake Mill and Humber Company as superintendent, egin- s,ns Iii x with a,.,s i, wnss ;; i, wa: first fted
 "I tried two or three time to get him to sell out to me, but we couldn't get together on the terms. He al- ways wanted cash. and l couldn't furnish it. About this time-a nephew out here, under the name of John Corbin. He had been a black sheep and was now wandering about the country.
 Then woman came out here, an Agnes Jierdon. a stenographer, on her vacation. I met her and learned that she was from Boston," A. slight pressure exerted itself on kd0ston's arm. He glanced down to sse Medaine Robinette's hand, clasped tight. q" She spent nearly the whole summer here, and made love to her. asked her to marry me. and she told me that Ahn NssII get her in Houston's office. I wanted to find out what was going on, so that I would know in advance At the end of her vacation, she went back to Boston and got job with Houston, as ofice clerk. Almost the first thing that she wrote me was that the old man was thinking about selling out to some concern back East.
 It made me desperate. Then II thought of Ba'tiste Renaud.'"
 "Ah" The word was accompanied by a sharp sintake of breath as the big French-Canadian moved closer to hear again the story of murder But the sheriff motioned him back. The emotion of the old trapper were not to be trusted. The recital went on:
 Everybody around this country had always talked about how rich he was. There was saying that he didn't believe in banks and that heI kept more than a hundred thousa nd | dollars in his little cabin. At thisl time, both he and his son were away-i at war, and I thought I could steal' this money, place it in other hands. and then work things so that if l did get hold of the; mill, people around here would merely thinkI had borrow ed the money and bought the mill with 1t. By this time, cousin of Miss Jierdon's. a fellow named Jenkins, had gotten a job with Houston and was working with her. and of course. l was hearing everything that went on. It looked like the deal was going through. and 1t forced me to action Onenight I watched Mrs. Renaud and saw i1er leave the house. I thought she was going to town. Instead, after I'd gotten into the cabin, she came back, | surprising me. killed her, with a revolver.
 : "Diable."
 Easy, Battiste. That's the way you gave it to- me, isn't 1t, Thayer?"