Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-08-11
Who's Who in the Story

SIR ROBERT MANNERSLEY, noble
man of ancient title and vast estate
on which valuable mines have been
found. He is mysteriously murdered
in his home.
PHILLIPA, his beautiful daughter. is
Lady Bountiful of the farm and min
ing community. She is in love with,
and believes innocent Of a charge OF
forgery, her cousin, and plans TO
marry him and settle in the colonies
CLINTON MANNERSLEY. heir to the
estate, who has sown harmless wild
oats, but declares himself innocent
of the forgery of his uncle's name,
though he cannot convince the latter
He escapes from prison and is dis
covered in the room with his MUIR
dered uncle. He is arrested and
charged with the crime.
MRS. BRITTEN, his old nurse, who be-
lieves him innocent.
JIM, his foster-brother, who is some
what radical miner.
MR.. QUINTON, austere, executive type
of man, manager of the mines and
'aspirant for Phillipa's hand.
ILLlNGWORTH, ambitious police Of
fetal.
We met, and he explained to me
that he desired an interview with
my father for the purpose of strong
ly urging him to reopen the case of
nearly three years ago. We knew
that my father would not receive
him in the ordinary way, so ar
ranged with him that he should
enter the study by the garden door
next evening at an hour when my
father was always alone there. That
was why l gave him the key-so
that he could admit himself.
Il think it right that you should
also know" concluded Phillipa, with
a glance at Clinton, that my cousin
gave me his solemn promise that,
after the interview with my father.
he would at once give himself up
to the authorities from whom he had
escaped"
There was a ripple Of comment
and applause at this. AS Rowland
Parke had evidently no further
questions to ask, Stanford rose and
turned to the witness box.
Although you had made or sug-
gested the arrangement, Miss Man
hershey, you never actually knew If
your cousin was in the house?"
NO, l never knew"
What time was he to enter the
study by the garden door,"
About half past nine-the time
my father was usually there"
I'VE have heard from Mr.. Quin-
ton that he called at the castle about
twenty minutes past nine, and was
on his way to the study when you
met him and asked him to look at
some pictures?"
Phillipa nodded her head. Eyes"
she said, composedly, Il did that on
purpose. / did not want anybody to
interrupt the interview between my
father and my cousin"
Stanford sat down and helped
himself to a pinch of snuff. He
glared at Parke, who rose as If in
some uncertainty.
Il have nothing more to ask Miss
Mannersley," he said. -
Phillipa left the box. once more
assisted by Quinton. But instead of
leaving the court she made a
whispered remark to the manager,
and seat was Immediately found
for Der near the solicitors table.
Parke went on speaking.
%" Nor do see that there is
any necessity to do more than to
prisoner" he continued. LAS 1 said
at IiC VI lUSSc pIO-
ceedings, there Is abundant evidence
especially as the Assizes begin at
Stelford in a fortnight, and the
case can come into the list. !
therefore ask your worships to COM
NIT the prisoner for trial on the
charge preferred against him."
Stanford rose slowly from his seat,
and, taking off his spectacles, began
to wave them in the characteristic
fashion so well known. He favored
Rowland Parke with a humorous
glance which made the brilliant
young gentleman think somehow of
a cat playing with a mouse.
I am sure your worships will
agree with me that my friend is an
admirable and a praiseworthy speci-
men of the go-aheadness of our pres
ent age" he said with a twinkle in
his eye, "and he is certainly destin-
ed, If he preserves in his course, to
be an exponent Of time saving
methods. But before your worships
consider his application, / must
crave to put before your worships
some evidence which seems to me to
be very material to this case, and
may alter its complexion very con-
siderably. And having offered that
evidence, I shall oppose Mr.. Parke's
application, and shall ask for an adj
journment. Call Walter Fisher"
A young, alert-loolSing man, trim,
clean shayen. STEPPED into the wit
ness box.
You are footman at the CASTER"
asked Stanford,
u am. SIR