Evening star., 1925-09-23
Who Stole the Bride? And Why!
The Night Of the Wedding
By C. ~. and A. M. WILLIAMSON,
Conductor" fascinating


wiz you alone In some -ozzer place. i
do no arm In zis room, 'ope?"
mo, you do no HARM" DaRon re-
piled. "Only YOU rather startled us
for q moment, you came so quietly.
Was there something you wanted to
ask me?"
"somet'ing want to tell you,
sares," the Italian amended. Some
ting w'ich l fear is very terrible"
You have discovered something
more-something which we didn't dis
cover last night" exclaimed Anson.
Yes. sare. But it was not your
fault you not discover it zen, because
1t do not exist las night"
Out with it, the sergeant encour-
aged tie old man.
Yes, sare, 1 am going to out wig
It, Marianti said meekly. 'Zis morn.
ing arrive letter from London which
is registare and express for Sare Raw
don. I recognize re andwriting on re
envelope. 1t is Ze and Of Signor Mag
mani, Ze cousin Of Sare Rawdon, 90
employ me one time, and recommend
me ere, Wen re last butler Davis has
been suddenly I'll a short time ago. 1t
Is me 90 receive re letters and divide
zem out. Wen l see zis envelope
say to myself. T will take 1t wiz my
own and to Sare Rawdon.' go to
Is bedroom. l knock. l tinll l ear
i'm call Come in" I open re door.
Zere is nobody in ze room, l would
go to look for Sare Rawdon some
oZzer place, but I smell strong smell
of fire. I tink Sare Rawdon must
ave left a pipe or a cigarette w'ich
as commenced to burn some table
cloth or maybe ze beautiful rug Of
Persia on re floor. I search and find
l. -
Ind a big screen witch ides It unless
one look on purpose. Zis Itink
strange. In Summer we do not ave
re fire in ze CRATES. I poke wiz q
poker at a mass of wife stuff and I
find two towels much covered wiz
brownish red stain witch 1 tink is
blood"
The police sergeant and the detec-
tive glanced at each other, but 1t was
Anson who spoke. We'll. what then?
Have you spoken to Sir Rawdon about
what you found2"
NO. sare-not yet" replied Mari.
anti. II do not know were Sare
Rawdon is. Besides. do not like to
tell i'm myself. Sare Rawdon might
not understand Zat do not. Of course
t'ink It is I'm 90 put zese tings in ze
CRATE. No. ii must be a person 90
arm. I say to myself, 'Zare Is a plot
And I run quick out Of Ze room to
speak wiz re constable Of police zat
was in re 'ouse all night. Zen a serv-
ant informs me ze illustrious signor
ave arrive, and I come ere instead"
''Oh, this affair in the bedroom hap
pened only few minutes ago, them"
said Anson.
mot ten minutes ago. sare. Would
1t please you to visit ze room of Sare
Rawdon, both gentlemen. for your
selves? I do not tink e as return
yet"
Where is he-do you know" Da.
gon asked with apparent carelessness
"On ze east terrace. sare."
Gould you see him there, from one
of the windows Of his room, when you
were there just now?"
Marianti looked surprised at this
question, and as If he were not quite
sure how to take it-whether or no to
be hurt.
Il might ave seen i'm, perhaps,
sare. if 1 tad looked out for 'im," the
old man admitted. But I did not
t'ink to do Eat. A servant ave told
me Sare Rawdon was below on re
terrace"
We'll, I suppose we'd better go up
at once with the butler and take a
squint at what's in that grate?" An
son suggested, his face troubled, He
was depressed at the prospect OF more
evidence against Wells and. judging
from appearances, a very bad piece OF
evidence, indeed.
You go with him" said the Cana