Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-07-03

you've put Mrs. Brase' in the dock
| for MURDER
"Ha. Has Mrs. Brase been com.
municating with you, sir?'
| Mrs. Brase didn't know where l
was"
II dare say" the chief constable
| laughed, and turned to Tomas.
| Tomas shrugged. Mrs. Brase was
charged with murder this morning"
he said. do you want to say any
thing about it?''
I'm here to say she didn't kill the
man."
! You want to give evidence for the
defense?"
mo, sir. I've come to give myself
up. I shot her husband"
The chief constable breathed hard.
| Tomas stared. BE careful" he said.
THAT is a confession of murder.
| What you say can be used against
YOU"
That's what I'm here for. I'm a
| friend of Mrs. Brase. I hadn't seen
her since she married, till this Spring
was down here sketching. / found
| her husband was drunken. gambling
brute, giving her a terrible life.
couldn't stand for it.
ST came back and found him in the
park, and shot him and cleared out
to Paris. I never thought any man
would be fool enough to put 1t on
Mrs. Brase. Then saw in the
papers what you were up to, and
here 1 am
did you bring your pistol with
| your said Reggie.
mo. sir. That's in the Channel"
what sort Of pistol was it,"
"My army pistol
| Reggie lay back in his chair.
| A silence was broken by the in
spector reading out the record of the
confession. will you sign that,
| Arnold?"
Sure"
Very well. You'll be detained
while we make inquiries" They
watched him march out. That's a
| sportsman" Tomas said.
''I always thought Mrs. Brase had
| a man with her in the business"
cried the chief constable.
"She hadn't according to Arnold,
Reggie objected.
The chief constable laughed. Don't
you believe it, doctor. They're both
in it. They wanted the husband out
| of the way"
"Oh, my head,' Reggie murmured
| Either you believe him or you don't.
Better make up your mind which. A
| Jury won't do both" He turned. In
spector Warnham had come in.
| Hello, Warnham. Roger Brase still
swearing to the pistol?"
Warnham glared at him. 1es,
| doctor. I have been to see Mr.. Roger
| Brase," he said sulkily. And he
saws that was Mr.. Julian's pistol. and
there never was any other at the
Hail." :,
Wash out. Warnham; wash out.
the chief constable waved his hand.
Never mind the pistol. We've got
confession and he told of 1t with
glee.
reorganize his ideas. Yes. sir, there
was a lot of talk about Mrs. -Brase
and this artist fellow. l did always
have a notion he was in it. But what
about the pistol l found?"
Eyes. You'll want some new evil
dence," Reggie smiled.
Tomas stood up as one having au-
thority. .Arnold's story must be
tested" he announced. iii arrange
for inquiries about his movements at
ST Ives and in Paris. You must see
if you can find any trace of his being
here. Let's have a scheme ready for
the morning"
x
THEY went back to the inn' ana
Reggie stretched himself upon
two chairs. "Well meaning man," he
murmured.
who do you mean?" said Tomas
testify.
"Oh, all of them. The old colonel.
the hasty Warnham, T. Arnold, art
list. All meaning so WELL"
You're helpful. aren't you?" said
Lomas Its a cursed case. Here
Bell, let's get to business" Supt.
Bell. listening in surprise to this
bad temper, was told of the con-
fession, and required to concert
measures for the discovery OF Arnold's
movements. And Mr.. Fortune watched
and listened. But he seemed to be
listening for something else.
1t did not come till. after dinner;
it came with the purr of car and
the quick step of Sam. the chauffeur.
Reggie sprang up to meet him.
Anything happened"
,. Quite a lot, sir. Harland and me
been watching Roger Brase's place,
like YOU said. Warnham came over
there this afternoon, and was INSIDE
for a while and went away. Roger
Brase saw him off and walked about
in the grounds bit. After dark he
came out again.
walked down to that bit of rough
ground behind. Stuffed something
into rabbit hole. Kicked the earth
out Of it and went back to the house.
Then we got onto it, and this is what
he was burying." He held out another
service revolver.
Reggie took it. Sand, Tomas. old
thing" he smiled. Lots of sand. He
shook the revolver over a sheet of
paper.
"Of course, there's sand" said
Tomas THE things been in rabbit
hole"
Eyes. But this is the right sort of
sand. The sand that was in Julian
Brase's blood. Service revolver.
Marked r. B. Empty. Barrell not foul. 1
But a triffe Of sand about. Just clean
1t. Sam. Another little experiment is
indicated.
There's no cartridges" Tomas OBJ
jected.
"Oh, have some. / thought we
might get little more shooting"
Again they went to the garage.
Ordinary service ammunition, Tomas.
No deception. We now load and fire.
Six bullets. SAM"
In the upper room he laid them on