Evening star., 1923-10-08

neighborhood?
For three days"
How did you obtain that knowl-
edge"
From a man named Lioney Moore, a
miner.
And from this information you
made certain, observations and in
quiries with regard to the prisoners
whereabouts"
Yes"
They were only partly success
Only partly; l could not lay hands
on him until too late"
THAT will do, inspector. Call Lioney
Moore
The prisoner looked expectantly at
the man who entered the witness
Lioney Moore was a little, wizened
man. with ferretlike eyes and a
sharp nose, and his face was much
blackened with the Obvious results
of some explosion of bygone years.
He was the most unconcerned man in
the court and placidly chewed a
length of straw.
You are Lioney Moore, residing in
Europa street, Mannersley, and you
are a miner? began the prosecuting
solicitor.
"Pm Lioney Moore. and / am q
coal miner-when there's naught bet
ter TO do answered the witness nom
chalantly.
Three nights ago. at midnight.
you were at Dead Mans Cross, in the
woods"
That's right. guv'nor. I was"
What were you doing there?' sud-
denly interpolated one of the msgis-
trates, upon whose land Dead Mans
Cross was situated.
The witness looked 'archly at the
solicitor and the latter cast glance
of meaning at the bench.
II think, your lOrdships, that we
need scarcely go into the question of
why the witness was at that par
tfcular portion of the globe at that
particular hour" he said, dryly. "You
were there, Moore?"
i've said ] We're" replied the wit
ness.
And you were hidden behind a
tree where the roads meet?
AYE"
Something happened--something un-
usual?''
every unusual, I should say" re-
piled Moore.
Tell the court in your own way
what it was"
We'll, 1T were this here 1t was
what ] call half rpoonlit night; you
could see nicely"
Nicely enough to poach one of my
hares, I'll be bound said, half audi
bly,. the magistrate who had preyi-
ously interrupted
,"And from where I were, which
was behind that there high hedge at
Dead Mans Cross, l could see straight
down the road as comes from Stall
ford-the high road" continued the
along. and stops. There were two
men in 1t. One of 'em gets out. I
heard him speak, and I knew it were
Mr. Clinton there"
How did you know he was Mr..
Clinton?"
".Cause I heard his voice."
You had often heard his voice be-
fore?"
Aye. many hundred times"
what happened then?"
What happened then, continued
Moore, glancing at the prisoner. was
that Mr.. Clinton and the chap what
was Ia the motor talked a bit. in a
sort o. whispering, you'll understand,
and then Mr.. Clinton turns in my
direction. The other chap says, Well,
goodbye. then, and stand UP to him,
Mannersley'; and Mr.. Clinton says,
III have it out with him. no fear,
Warriner,' or some such name. Then
the other chap set off northward, and
Mr.. Clinton he turned into the
woods"
You followed him along the path
through the woods?"
YES, did. All the same, / knew
where he'd make for. and followed
him there"
Where was that?"
why. to Jim Britten's COTTAGE.
Cause Jims his foster brother, dye
see?
Britten's cottage?"
II did, and, what's more, I heard
him and Jim talking inside, though,
of course, I couldn't make out what
was said. And 1 should have kept
fnh hof of n orc
know very we'll as Mr.. Clinton's time
wasn't up and that he'd broken out.