New Britain herald., 1925-04-07

clergyman, and I learned in the first five minutes of our interview that what he wanted was to get
 Sir Dudley Glenister convicted of
 his cousins murder.
 T broke down at the start" con-
 tinued Wragge, looking round at the rapt faces of his audience wist- fully. T cannot altogether blame myself.sFrom previous experience I
 was tolerably sure that Mir. Colne
 had an ax of his own to grind, but
 I thought his motive was political.
 And my reading of the reports of
 the affair had swayed my mind to-
 ward the probable guilt of Sir Dud-
 ley. MT. Cone's private moral char
 acter never entered into my specu- l lations.
 'At that interview there occurred
 a little incident which by the light
 of subsequent discoveries became
 significant, though at the time I
 could not understand it. raised
 the question whether Mir. Glenisters
 death might have been due. to a
 crime passionelle -- whether there
 was a woman at the back of It.
 but Mr. Colne angrily bade me dis
 miss any such notion.
 T set to work on the, case with
 out delay, and the same afternoon,
 during a. call I paid here at the
 Grange, Iiwent far toward confirm
 ing my half-formed suspicion of
 Sir Dudley. I met Doctor Melville lettering at the lodge gates, and in spite of my clerical disguise he recognized me as a former patient Of course, he guessed what l was after. He said that disreputable looking man was with Sir Dudley
 and that it might be to my advan.
 tagesto have a look at him. We
 walked up to the house together,
 to apply for admission at the from door and Doctor Melville going
 round to the library window.
 ~ We entered the room at practi
 cally the same moment, ard sur' enough Sir Dudley's visitor came 5 dissolute, loose-iiving blackguard O f ,disolute, loose living blackguard 0 a type we at the Yard are only tot = familiar with. Melville was rathe
 too demonstrative in the way h. ' fixed him with his eyeglass. Eithe that, or it is possible that he ma, Y have recognized me. Anyhow, Il |. turned and bolted through th . French window. and till today va = seen no more at the Grange" t Wragge paused and glance d quizicaIly at Kathleen. If yo l could have seen into my mind a t that moment, Miss Glenister," h l. said, you would not have been s IS hard on me next day for not ir l stantly arresting Sir Dudley. For Il formed the too obvious opinion tht IT the disreputabe stranger la d knowledge of your cousins gui e and was there to blackmail him. l h that was partly right, but not 't the full extent. He was the II - Simon Trickey who. in revenge tt being rebuffed, took as much n his tale as he dared to you an
 would have probably sold you son Ill truths later If he had not bee le otherwise engaged"
 g. Engaged in dying" said katl 10 leen, who had lost much of h lg truculencr. 'I was in his house ne the time. I told you about it." C. Since then he has been engage IT, in coming to life again, but that s. another story" said Wragge with h. snap of his jaws. "It too believ cK that he was dead, but l was co ne vinced that if evidence was procu llsa able. against Sir Dudley this mi ] I Trickey held the key to it. Strong Iy' than ever grew that belief when e- discovered that his wife was Al Beechwood girl, the daughter cd John Grimes, the Grange gam 1s' keeper. I raked about among t h. ashes of MT. Trickey's past al oh that of his sister. Mrs. Coningsb! ut Mrs Coningsby!" repeated Kat IT, leen. Why, she was the widow ne Sir Dudleys former partner on oh stock exchange"
 'se (To Be Conttnued)