The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-02-24
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY "a, 1923

which were in my heart. He SEEM
ed perfectly Indifferent, however,
and in a few minutes he strolled
cat and made. his way across the
garden to the Little wood. l took
up my masters field glasses and
satisfied myself that he was still a
long distance away. | waited for
a quarter of an hour. Then | took
another path which led into the
shrubbery, and made my way eau
tiOus'y to where the man was
standing with folded arms, leaning
against a tfee.
drew nearer and nearer. | am
l.ght-footed, and have even
cal. ed stealthv. 1t was part of my
ly training as parlor-maid to
make no noise when ] moved. So
stole to within a few yards of him,
unperceived and unheard. 1t was
a queer, gusty November day. with
tumbled masses of clouds in the
sky, and u wind which bent the
tops of the sparse trees and
brought the leaves rustling down.
J Soon thc!e would be company for
! the creeping and crawling insets
to whom winter meant death. And
afterward. l had vivid little
mind-picture of crowded court
room, of the judge who might try
me and the jury who might pre-
nounce my fate. For a moment |
I shivered. Then | thought of that
loathsome caress. thought of my
master, and smiled. If he knew,
he would thank me. Some day he
would know!
was so close that think my
victim felt the breath from my
lips or the sensation of my APP
! pl oaching BODY. He turned quick
ly around, and saw his eyes wide
open with apprehension. He would
have shrunk away, but he seemed
paralyzed; and as he stood there /
shot him. He swayed on his feet
an instant, then stumbled and
slumped to the ground. listened
Tor moment. Then | took the
path back to the house. l had fin
lShed what / came out to do.
Michael Carries on the Story
My round of golf with the man
who was the declared hunter of
my life and liberty afforded me
no apprehension whatever, al
Though ! must confess that the
first sight of Norman Greyes seat
ed in the club grill, only an hour
or so after he had witnessed the
abortive attempt to arrest me, was
something of shock. ! came to
the conclusion, however, that his
presence here was accidental, and
in no way connected with that
harmless and respectable inhabit-
ant of the neighborhood, James
Stanfield. played golf steadily
and with success. 1t was not un-
til that startling discovery, close
to the eighteenth tee, that my
equanimity was seriously distui b.
ed. AS we looked down upon the
dead body of the plain-clothes
policeman whom | had last seen in
Wcollerton Road,1 we both recog-
nized him. No hint of anything of
the sort, however, escaped from
my lips.
After the first few second Of
/ stupefaction, Greyes naturally
took charge Of the affair. He set
the caddies to search all around
for weapon, and begged me to
summon my gardener, or anyone
who might be of assistance. /
called for Scale in vain, however,
and remembering that he had ask
ed leave to visit his brother at
Mayford, ! abandoned the quest.
Subsequently, one of the men
working on the course appeared,
and we carried the body into my
tocl-shed. Greyes locked the door
and telephoned for the police and
doctor.
"You will excuse my apparent
officiousness," he said, "but l once
had some connection with Scot
land Yard"
There is nothing to excuse"
assured him. 81 am only too
thankful that you happened to be
here. Do you think that it is a
case of suicide ?"
II have reasons for doubling
it," he replied, apart from which,
if it were suicide, the weapon
would have been found. AS the
event happened so close to your
house and actually on your path,
Mr.. Stanlield, you will not mind,
/ am sure, if l question your SER
wants." I
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