The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-03-04
The Wrong Face
nEelN here ropAY.
BY ISABEL osTRANDER

BEGIN HERE TODAY.
FAY TUDOR, wealthy orphan. SUI.
tets d nervous breakdown In
France after learning OF the death
In battlc OF her brother, Wilbur.
She returns to the Tudor estate
In Sandy Cove and Is met by her
aunt, an attractive widow,
{ MRS. CLARA TUDOR, and the lat
ter's daughter,
LAUREL. The summer colony Ia
frightened by the reported pres
a lence OF wild man. whom Fay
L believes she has seen reering in
the windows Of tho Tudor house.
SHERIFF HULSE and his friend.
SERGEANT JOHN BARRY, a New
York detective, investigate. Fay
Is attracted by the personality OF
CAPTAIN WARREN, her brothers
friend, who was with Wilbur
when he fell. On tho night Of
Mrs. Tudor's dance.
KENNETH CLAYTON, wealthy
I philanthropist, who Is thought to
be in love with Mrs. Tudor, pro.
poses to Fay. She rejects him.
After the dance. and before retlr.
ing; Laurel confesses TO Fay that
she is in love with
HARRY CADMUS, an old love Of
Fay's but for whom shc has long
ceased 10 care. Fay congratulates
Laurel and wishes her happiness
T1e girls sleep in the same room.
IN the morning, Laurel is fouRu
dead from asphyXiation and muir
der is suspected. Fay breaks the
news to her Aunt Clara. Clayton
offers his assistance to Fay and
together they overhear the coro-
ner confirm the murder theory
and express wonder at Fay@ es.
cape.
GO ON WITH THE STORY.
IN sthe meantime Sergeant Barry
engaged Martha, the cook, In con.
EIyersation.
.'Had she any enemies hero in
SANDY Cover" tho sergeant asked.
"A girl as pretty and lively and
fascinating as she was, would be
ant to arouse jealousy"
Jealousy, IT is? guess there's
plenty that would like to have stood
in her shoes with the young men
that have been hanging around
here, especially that whippersrap-
per lieutenant, but none would Ia
soiling their dainty hands with
murder. Not that a hundred cor0-
pers could make me believe there's
been foul play, Wasn't | the first
TO find her, and didn't she look as
though she'd Just dropped of in
,yher sleep? There's the lieutenan.
enow."
a young man had leaped the
hedge which separated the Tudor
place from the Country club golf
grounds and was strIllng hatless
across tho lawn. His face was
aghast, and his mild round eyes
seeYed protruding from their sock.
letsabs he approached tho veranda.
Martha, 1t isn't true? Where Isl
Mrs. Tudor? Can | see her?"
She's with Mr.. Clayton now,
sit; but it's true enough II you mean
that Miss Laurel Is dead"
Dead! It can't be! Why, only
last night she-she gave me hel
word. that the future we had
planned"
He drew his hand across his eyes,
and Sergeant Barry took his arm
and led him of the porch.
Lieutenant Cadmus, l don't want
toHforce your confidence, hut the
sharin and coroner will have some
Very serious questions to ask you
at the autopsy, and II may be posi-.
bletthat l can save you from annoy
anse II you will be perfectly frank
With me-"
Autopsy! 'Coroner!" Lieutcn
ant eadmus exclaimed. Good
God, was there anything suspicious
about hor death? We heard-we
understood that, 1t was heart dis.
ease, that she died In her Sleep"
Barry explained calmly, but the
quick glance at his companion re-
yealed a peculiar expression upon
tho young officers face.
And Fay was all right herself7
She didn't even know that anything
had happened to her cousin?" The
lieutenant halted In the path. ITS
mighty queer, isn't II sergeant"
ss'tI tako It from what you said
just now, lieutenant, that an under
|lstanding Of some sort existed be-.
tween you and Miss Laurel. Were
You and the young lady engaged toi
be married."
1T wasn't announced, sergeant,
and mo one else knew, but there is
no reason now for mo 10 keen 81.
lent. have been In love with Miss
Tudor for a long time, but she only
consented TO our engagement last