Evening star., 1924-03-24
The Mystery of Lynne Court
b., ]. FLETCHER
toor-nsAt b. Norma Rem ninson
By ]. S. FLETCHER
toos-risAt. 1928, by Norman gepinston Company

produced a certificate of that mar
| riage-"
with glance at StyIer. You mean a
proper certfficate?- mot rough copy,
| like thiS?"
/ Il mean a certificate-such as is
commonly spoken of as marriage
lines-duly written out and signed by.
my predecessor. Mr.. Bright answer
| ed the vicar She wished TO COM
! pare 1t with the entry in the register
/ of marriages. She did so-under my
personal supervision. And, like you,
she was evidently sorry to hear that
Mr.. Bright and the two witnesses to
the marriage were all dead
! Miss Brock. without Il doubt"
muttered Smith. But what she can
have been after-may we inspect that
register" he added, suddenly inter
irupting himself. Il should like to see
| the handwriting of the two parties
chiefly concerned.
The vicar produced the register
from safe. and Smith and Styler
presently bent over the entry and ex-
amined the signatures. Each had
taken care to make himself familiar
| with some specimens of Kestevens
handwriting: each was wondering if
he would find any similarity between
II and that of the man whose name
had become known to them through
the certificate. But the writing of
! the unknown Edward Charleston Le-
gette was quite unlike that of Kest-
even: that of Maud Eleanor Rivers
delicate Italian hand-susgested
J nothing more than that it was the
/ caligraphy of a woman of education.
! They presently left st. Eanswythes s
| quiet precincts with promise to the
highly interested vicar to give him
further enlightenment in due course,
and together they made their way
back toward the crowds of Cornhill.
But before they passed out of the
quiet alleys. Smith tapped his clerk
on the arm.
! "styler"' he said. THAT certificate
| which Miss Brock produced 10 the
parson was, without doubt. the one
] that Kesteven had safely hidden
| away in his coat. Therefore. it was
Miss Brock who got into Darrell
| Tress' fiat and took it,"
80 l concluded, sir. as soon as the
vicar told US of it," replied Styler.
What I'm now wondering about is
why did she want to see the regis
cant think why-at present" said
Smith. But I've no doubt she'd a
good reason. Now, Styler. We'll take
another ride-to kensington. Tell the
man to go to the house-or near it
which you saw Miss Brock enter the
other evening"
Set down at the corner of a quiet
street obscured in network of SINH
lar thoroughfares lying between Vic
toria road and Kensington Square,
Styler promptly led his companion to
house which was plainly of the
board-and- apartments order. And as
they walked up the little garden
which fenced it off from the pave
ment. the door opened, and Darrell
Tress and Hextall appeared in COM
'pany with an obviously distressed and
concerned landlady. who was talking
with great volubility. At the sight
of the two newcomers, she showed
signs of irritation and made as if to
retreat into her house, but word
from HeNtall stopped her.
That's all right" he said, reas-
suringly. These gentlemen are in
charge of this case on Mr.. Tress' be-
half And as we can tell them all
that you've told us, they won't trou-
BILE you"
And very glad I shall be-" ex-
claimed the woman. I've never had
any peace since o'clock this morn
ing, what with police, and detectives.
and newspaper gentlemen. OF course,
as this gentleman was the poor
young woman's employer, L don't
mind telling. him anything, but you
know all l know now, and"
Just so.". interrupted HextalI. mo-
withdraw. I'VE won't trouble you
further just now. Come away,
smith, he went on, taking the bar
rister's arm and leading him down
the path. We've got to know all
there is to know there, and | can
inform you. That woman's half
crazy over the business-there were
three men here when we came
"And no doubt somebody-if the
men were detectives-haS examined
whatever Miss Brock left there"
said Smith.
They have--the police have. at any
rate" answered Hextall. And they
found nothing. And this landlady
knows next to nothing, either. Still
she kncws something. This much.
he continued, as all four left the gar
den and armed a group outside the
gate. Miss Brock arrived here at
this house the other afternoon-the