Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial., 1922-11-15

he said.
But he is right. oh! l know that
he is right. James never did it. And
about his quarrel with his father, ! am
sure that the reason why he would not
speak about it to the coroner was be-
cause | was concerned in it."
an what way?" asked Holmes.
"It is no time for me to hide anything.
James and his father had many disagree
ments about me. MIR. Nj cCarthy was
very anxious that there should be o mar
riage between us. James and l have
always loved each other as brother and
sister; but of course he is young, and has
seen very little of life yet, and-and-
well, he naturally did not wish to do
anything like that yet. So there we're
quarrels, and this, am sure, was one of
them"
"And your father2" asked Holmes.
''Was he in favor of such a union?"
"No, he was averse to it also. No
one but Mr.. Mccarthy was in favor
of it," A quick blush passed over
her fresh young face as Holmes shot
one of his keen, questioning glances at
her.
Thank YOU for this inforwation."
said he. May l see your FATHER if
| call tomorrow"
lam afraid the doctor won't allow it"
"The doctor?''
'Ncs. have YOU not heard? Poor
father has never been strong for years
back, but this has broken him down
completely. He has taken TO his bed,
and DR.. Willows says that he is wreck,
and that his nervous system is shattered.
Mr.. Mccarthy was the only man alive
who had known dad in the old days in
Victoria"
Hal In Victorial That is i'm
portant."
"Ies, at the mines"
"Quite so; at the gold-mines, where,
as | understand, Mr.. Turner made
his money"
"Yes, certainly"
Thank YOU, Miss Turner. You have
been of material assistance to me"
you will tell me if you have any news
tomorrow. No doubt you will go to
the prison to see James. Oh, if YOU do,
MIR. Holmes, do tell him that ! know
him to be innocent"
II will, Miss Turner"
81 must 90 home now, Tor dad II
very i'll, and he misses me so IT
leave HIM. Goodbye, and God helI
YOU in your undertaking" She hurried
from the room as impulsively as she haC
entered, and weIheard the wheels of he
carriage rattle off down the street.
Il am ashamed of YOU, Holmes,
said Lestrade, with dignity, after {
few minutes silence. "Why shoulC
t YOU raise up hopes which you ar
| bound to disappointP | am not over
tender of heart but | call it cruel"
: 81 think that see my way to clearing
S James Mccarthy" said Holmes. "Hav
= YOU an order TO see him in prison"
"Yes, but only for you and me-"
{ Then | shall reconsider my resol
Tuition about going out We have sti
), time TO take q train to Hereford an
n see him tonight2"
S "Ample."
q "Then let us do 20. Watson, ! fea
j that you viii find it very slow, but
Is shall only be away a couple OF hours"
e | walked down to the station with
them, and then wandered through th
Il streets of the little town, finally return
r ING to the hotel, where j lay upon tn
G sofa and tried TO interest myself IN
{, vellow-back novel. The puny plot of tn
r story was so thin, however, when CON
t pared 20 the deep mystery through whic
e we were cropping, and found my after
ton wander so continually from tn
: fiction to the fact, that ! at last flung
9 across the room, and gave myself u
It entirely to a consideration Of the event
e of the day. Supposing that this Ill
hanDv Young mans story WAS absolutel
e true then what hellish thing. what al
It solutely unforeseen and extraordinaI
II calamity could have occurred betwee