New Britain herald., 1922-03-07
continued From Our Last Issue.

"I cannot understand about those 'They'rc--they're soaking wet, aren't they? l don't know how they came to be here"
 When did you wear them last ?''
 "l couldn't say; not since I left Paris, anyway. They were frightfully uncomfortable, and as soon as reached home I threw them out; or At least I told Martha to do so. I can SNts understand how they came to be tti'i here in the room and in that condition. They must have been worn out in the rain"
 Sergeant Barry" she murmured, ~ am very ill., Has the coroner per formed the autopsy yet? Do they know how my cousin died?"
 He paused for moment Should he tell her the truth and let her know how the evidence was piling up against her?
 Miss Laurel Tudor died from in- haling noxious gas which caused suffocation and which we believe to have been generated out in the gar age here" he said slowly. That gas was in some way conveyed to this room, and administered to your cousin
 But how could that be-" she .cried wildly. Why was l not killed, too? Oh, understand now what you mean about those slippers You think that wore them out to the garage last night in all that storm and did this hrrtl else not have thrown them there under the bed, thinking that they would not be discovered until an op- portunity came to dispose of them Why, if 1 were guilty, would I leave them where they could be so readily found?
 Why would anybody" he count cred swiftly. Who else in this house can wear your slippers, Miss Tudor?"
 For an instant as this irrefutable fact confronted her, the girl stood staring at him as though bereft of . her senses. When she spoke her voice was carefully guarded.
 Il had not thought of that, ser geant, but you are right, of course. No one else in the family could have yorn them; but whether you believe or not. let me assure you that I did ot wear them last night, or at any 'rne within the past two or three 'eclls, and l am utterly innocent of ny knowledge of my cousins death!"
 Il have brought no accusation gainst you, Miss Tudor" the detec- Ne reminded her. You have iden- flied the slippers as your former roperty, and though they are wet nd mud-stained you assert that you lave not had them on in weeks. That the situation as it stands, and I do ot propose to annoy you with fur her questioning. l am sorry that 'ou are ill. Did you speak of it to Doctor Green or the coroner?"
 No. It is nothing. My head felt iueer and congested, and I discovered After the excitement had died down
 little, that it ached violently She hesitated. live had odd fits of dizziness, too, but l am sure they will pass away presently"
 "Go and rest, by all means, Miss Tudor Barry held the door open for her to pass him.
 He stuck the little slippers, all wet and muddy as they were, into his hip pockets and descended the stairs to find the sheriff still in consultation with the bereaved mistress of the house, while the professor was walk ing up and down on the porch, evil dently awaiting the others pleasure to depart.
 Professor, there is something am anxious to find out about" Barry began. What effect would carbon monoxide have upon one who had beei only rendered insensible by it, or lad merely received whiff of t.'
 Headache. dizziness and nausea are the immediate results if the vic- tine revives," Professor Sernyonov responded. Rest and fresh air will work their own cure in short time. :"
 Barry re-entered the house, to find