South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1922-03-06
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would force or the rubber tubing.
what do YOU think7"
'DIe2 I think he's a simp," The
retort came promptly. why. I've
seen g done myself II was done a.
an experiment. just az you said, ser
geaut, 20 see II the fumes could be
driven directly out OF the garage
II was extra heavy tubing. OF course
and had been fastened on pretty
tight. but Il held al right"
rs there any extra heavy tubing
OF that sort lying about the garage
here 2" demanded Barry. His voice
had suddenly sharpened.
why. there was some The
chauffeur looked his wonderment.
we never used it, though, and
don't know what has become Of it.
I'll look for it. sir, if you like"
II with you would"
lie left and proceeded slowly 10
the house. When Frank had drawn
his attention TO the cleaned spaces
he had observed something which
had escaped the others eye: y tiny
rounded spot Of mud with an elong-
ated triangle in front Of IL.
Barry recognized the print OF q
small. high-heeled slipper. and he
knew that when he had found It and
its owner the search for this sinister
Cinderella would be at an end.
lie found Anna the cook, Louise
and Martha all congregated in the
kitchen, and a single glance at their
feet assured him that none Of them
could have worn that fairy-hke slip
per.
do YOU know II Mrs. Tudor has
been out to the garage today
why, no. sir" Martha stam-
mered. The poor lady hasn't been
out Of doors except for a minute on
the front porch when the coroner
came"
Barry dismissed the subject. and
asking where the telephone was, he
called up Whaleys garage. Yes
Frank had slept that night in Pete's
own room. and who the DEVILS busi-
ness was it, anyway
Franks alibi 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 Pro-
lessor Semyonov in the library, he
vaulted quickly up the stairs The
looked door Of the room in which
Laurel had met her death presented
no difficulties to him, and in a mo-
ment he had opened it with a skele-
ton 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
lie examined carefully the tiny
pair Of low heeled lounging slippers
which stood on the floor by the bed
nearest the window, then turned his
attention TO the pink satin mules be-
side the other bed. Shaking his
head, he was replacing them when.
kicked or thrown far under the
valance, he discovered a pair Of in
credibly small dull-black satin slip
pers with exaggeratedly 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.
lie had risen and was examing
them with minute care when an ex-
clamation from behind him made
him turn swiftly.
Fay Tudor stood in the doorway
watching him. As her eyes fell upon
the objects in his hands she opened
her lips. but no words came.
Can you tell me, Miss Tudor, to
whom these belong?"
They are mine, Sergeant Barry. ="
CHAPTER VIII.
The look in her clear, limpid eyes
was that of a child that does not
understand, but senses no danger.
Despite the damning revelation Bar
ny felt an odd impulse of cOmpunc-
ton. She appeared 80 small and
frail yet he, as well as everybody
else in Sandy Cove, had heard of the
fortitude and courage she had dis
played during her two years of un-
ceasing service Could that courage
and fortitude turn into impla able
relentlessness under the urge Of
reckless passion and a desire for re-
venge 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
with the young lieutenant?
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