Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1922-12-15

part To conceal her true emotions, or
else she was really Indifferent.
II was not until the following day
that reason began 60 reassert Itself,
aud he succeeded In marshallng the
facts OF the case more clearly In his
own mind lie even began to doubt
and question his own testimony, yet,
before he reached any real conclusion.
one OF the club servants approached
his chair.
Captain West, there is a man out
here asking TO see you"
IA mani Wherer
IL had him walt In the anteroom.
SIR"
"very well. Mapes."
II was Sexton. twirllng his hat nerv'
ousy In his hands. and still standing
lrresolutely In the middle of the floor.
AS sight OF West he took hnsty step
forward. eager TO explain the cause Of
his presence.
"You'I pardon me. sir" he burst
forth In apology. "But I must see you,
sir"
That's quite nll right, Sexton. Let's
step In here where we can talk quiet
ly."
He pointed the way into a private
card room. closing the door behind his
visitor.
"Take the seat over there, Sexton.
You came In to see me from Fair
lawn?"
"No. sir, I didn't. The fact is. I'm
not out there any longer"
mot there What do you meanT
"Ive been discharged. sir. with two
other servants. since the funeral yes
terduy."
discharged BY whom7 Not Miss
Natalie, surely"
"Yes. sir. She didn't give no reason:
just said we were not wanted any
longer. That's one reason why ! came
here to see you. sir"
"But hardly know how can be OF
help. have no house Of my own. and
well. the truth Of the matter Is, Sex
ton. just Mt present am not on very
good terms with the young lady my
self"
~ know that, SIR" more confidently,
land 1t Isn't position am seeking.
at ALL have quite q tidy bit> ef
money laid away, and could get plenty
OF work. That's not the point, sir.
Why should Miss Natalie tell me to go
like that? II isn't a bit like her, sir:
she mint seemed natural ut all lately,
and tell you there's something wrong
goin' on out there. I'm sure o. that.
SIR"
"Sure of what?"
swell. for one thing, It's my opinion
that Percival Coolidge never killed
himself. sir"
a blow. These words startled him |:
drove his own mind into sudden nc
tivity.
"what makes you think that. Sex
TOM" he questioned slowly.
"Well. there's more than one thing"
as though glad to have made the
plunge. and anxious to justify himself.
| "But first OF all that wasn't his re-
volver they found lying beside him. He
| always had one In his valise. an It's
| there now, or was when I looked to
| see."
mo, sir; he never put me on the
stand. Besides I didn't know about
1t then. Did you notice where he was
| shot. sir?"
Behind the right ear; the wound
was plainly visible"
"Not very easy for man to do him
self. SIR"
mo, but possible, nevertheless. The
| coroner was satisfied on that point"
| "Yes, sir, but the coroner overlooked
one thing, sir. He was sure II was n
| suicide case. and wanted to get done
with II In a hurry. and Simmons,
sir. washed the body to get II ready
| for burial, an I combed the hair down
| over the bullet wound There wasn't
no powder marks on the skin. an not
! hair was singed. sir. That's what
makes me say he never killed himself. ="
West sat silent and motionless, look,
Ing straight at the man opposite, en-
deavorlng to decide on a course OF nc
tlon. Some way In the depth of his
earnestness, Sexton no longer appeared
n servant. He was man, voicing n
mans henrt. West realized the change
lnstlnctlvely; here was an Intelligent
loyal fellow, to he met frankly, and
for the time being at least, on tho
ground OF equality, II would he use
less to try to either mlslead, or de
ceive.
sexton" he began finally, this Is
pretty serious charge you make. IN.
man, hut since have been thinking
things over. confess some suspicious
circumstances have arisen In my owr
mind. or course was not aware OF
these facts you have just related hui
they ut In nicely with some observa
lions of my own. The truth Is" h,
confessed frankly, IL did not tell nj
knew to the cOroner's jury l mean
to do so. but the right questions wer'
not asked me, and certain details
slipped my memory until too late. ID
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