The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-04-01
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murder. The theory of the police seemed to be that murder had been committed by some one who had heard about the buried money and believed it was hidden in the house, or thought the victim had known where it was hidden.
 She told him that Scotland Yard had sent down a detective to investigate the crime, and that MT. Crewe, the famous private de- tective, was also working on it."
 "Crewe" he exclaimed in dismay "Who has brought him into it?"
 He happened to be staying at Staveley with Sir George Granville on the night of the murder, and when Mr. Marsland rang up his uncle, Sir George Granville, from the Ashlngsea police station to say he was all right and to tell Sir George about the mur- der, MT Crewe was naturally interested in It. He took up the case on his own initia- tive because his hosts nephew discovered the body"
 q can't follow you," he said. "Who is Mir. Marsland?" He started back with a look of terror in his eyes, My God, you don't mean Captain Marsland? That is who it is; that is who it isl knew I was right"
 "Arnold, what is the matter?" she ex- claimed, rising to her feet and putting hand on his shoulder. "You look dreadful"
 "Captain Marsland," he muttered. Gap tain Marsland come to life again." He raised his clenched hand and shook it slowly as if to give impressive emphasis to his words. "That is the man who shot poor Frank. I knew was right"
 Impossible"
 He turned on her fiercely
 "Impossble?" he echoed. "Who are you to say it is impossible? What do you know about it or about him? Perhaps you are in love with him."
 Don't be foolish, Arnold" she said stern- ly. 'The MT. Marsland I am speaking of is not captain-at least, he does not wear uniform, and have not heard any one call him captain At any rate, it is impossible for him to have killed Frank Lumsden. was at the farm before he was and poor Franks dead body was upstairs all the time I was there, though did not know it."
 "All the time you were there? When did you get there?"
 About 6 o'clock-just as the storm came on.'
 ''Six o'clock? And was there no one in the house when you got there?"
 ''No one"
 "You saw no trace of any one having been there?"
 "No. I found the key of the door in the lock and naturally I thought that Frank had left it there-that you and he were inside. You remember that you told me to be there about o'clock, and that you and Frank would be there before then"
 "Yes. That was the arrangement but well, never mind that, Elsie, now; tell me your story"
 T opened the door and walked in," she said q called out, Is there anybody in?' ~ but got no answer. thought then that you and Frank were in one of the sheds, and sat down in the sitting room, expecting you would be back in moment. took the key out of the door so as to make you knock in order to get in. The rain was just commenc- ing then, but it had been blowing hard for half an hour. About 10 minutes after had been in the sitting room there was knock at the front door. Naturally, thought it was you. l rushed to open it and as I flung 1t back asked what had kept you so long. But the man on the doorstep was stranger this MT. Marsland."
 ''What is he like?" asked Brett quickly.
 "He is rather good looking; fair haired and fair skinned and blue eyed-the Saxon type. He is about medium height-not quite so tall as you"
 "How old is he?"
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