New Britain herald., 1925-06-29
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 No one will be better pleased than If you fulfill Miss Lathrop's cA- pectations."
 The two men shook hands in silence which was rather prolonged, for Adrian klyne subjected the baronet 10 a steady scrutiny, sug- gesting the genial medical adviser rather than detective,
 You would have reason 10 be pleased" he said, as he released his grip. Tn the train l studied the evidence given al the inquest. and you are in a tight place, Sir Guy. But for your title you would proba- ply be in custody already"
 Margaret and Guy both begged their visitor 10 be seated, but he ill., sisted that he had his own methods and that he preferred to move about as they reconstructed the crime" First Guy briefly recounted the relations between the members Of the family who dined at the 1 Grange on the fatal night; Sir Francis Lathrop, his daughter Mar garet, his nephew Guy. and Mrs. Vansittart, the widowed sister who acted as chaperon to Margaret.
 The two gentlemen were left in the dining room by the ladies a lit tie after nine. At half-past nine Guy, who was only staying at the Grange for a few days had ap- peared in the drawing room alone, his study and did not want to be disturbed Margaret had played and sung a little, and after the ladies had retired to their rooms Guy had gone out to smoke a cigar in the grounds. He had come in just as the butler vas locking up the house a fact which no doubt had told against him.
 At this point klyne broke off and asked to be shown the study.
 "Ah. French windows" he re- marked as he entered the cozy apartment Access or egress could be had that way. Well, gather from the evidence, Sir Guy, that you never saw your uncle alive again - that his bed was found in the morning not to have been slept in, and that on search being made his body was found in a shrubbery. I should like to see the spot before We go farther. But, hullo! what have we here?"
 The investigator had broken of to make d dart at about the most innocent looking object in the room. and yet one which seemed strange ly out of place among the sporting | trophies which adorned the walls. It was a little wooden horse, with a mane and tail of scarlet wool: such a toy as child of three might play with. It occupied the post of honor | in the center of the mantlepiece.
 Margaret took upon herself to eX- plain, though the explanation was not very enlightening.
 For some reason or other that was my fathers most cherished possession" he aid. He would never permit anyone to touch it, even dusting it himself. He resented an allusion to it. and when as a little girl l made silly remark about the toy, he was more angry | than 1 have ever seen him since, l have always fancied that 1t must have belonged 10 him when he was child, and that it had some senti- mental association - with his mother. perhaps
 Possibly" said Klyne shortly. Now show mo the place where the body was discovered, please"
 They went out through one of the French windows and crossed a wide expanse of park 10 the dense shrubbery that skirted the high boundary wall of lichen- covered stone. Margaret remained in the open, but. pushing his way through the undcrgrowth. Guy led klyne to within six feet of the wall and pointed to a rhododendron, the shoots and foliage of which were bruised and broken.
 The only question Klyne asked was: What is on the other side of that wall:" On being told that the public road ran there he dismissed the subject.
 They walked back toward the house, Klyne saying nothing till they were about to enter, when he put the sudden inquiry;
 Where does the gentleman with the mysterious rsin-gsuge live?"
 Margaret replied that Mir. Honey bun resided in the village of Latch field about five miles away. Klyne thanked her but did not pursue the subject,
 Later in the day, after inspecting the outside of the park wall. he visited the village of I.atchfield. He sat for an hour in the barroom of the inn, where the slight put by the police on the principal resident was the leading topic Of conversa. tioD. Klyne did not profess to be greatly interested. and at length managed to change the subject tc motor traffic on the London road Cars were a nuisance, he aVowed 10 a humble pedestrian tourist like himself. and he hoped that for tho credit of Latchfeld no one there kept a car.
 The burly landlord laughed None of us have got brass enough mister" he said, excepting old Sam Honeyhun. and he wouldn't have the nerve to handle such ( contrsption."
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