Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-02-19
SECOND INsTALLMENT.


A T the sound of knocking, EnsIe-
" den was out of bed and at the
"A door while still the insistent
4 4 summons sounded on the panel.
There stood Madison. It need
ed but one quick glance at his face to
tell Engleden that news had come at
last. He got out one quick word.
"Yes?"
He's been found! The river"
Drowned"
Presumably! I know no details.
I've a car outside, and I've sent for our
police surgeon. If you'll dress"
Five minutes" said Engleden.
He turned away and began to get into
his clothes. And as he slipped into one
garment after another, he tried to real
ize matters. Well!-the dear old boy
was gone! The river-drowned-an &C.
cident, of course. Drowning yes, he
had always understood that that was a
peaceful way-there was some source of
relief in knowing that drowning had
been the end. Had 1t been vio-
lence
He was down stairs and at the open
door within the five minutes for which
he had stipulated. A car stood outside
the police station; a uniformed man at
its wheel. Across the Market Square, in
the tower of the queer old church which
nestled under the walls of the castle,
the hands of the clock pointed to six
as Engleden looked, the hour struck and
the six strokes were followed by a
Silvery chime. A beautiful morning, too
There was a scent of flowers in the air;
from somewhere close by thruSheS were
singing. Not a morning on which one
would ever think of death
Madison came htSf1iney from SOyN1nu,l1 oya
at the back of the building; Engleden
turned on him, anxious to know more.
How did you get the news?"
Telephone! Mr.. SanderSon, the
owner Of the Wraisdale Abbey Estate,
rang me up a quarter of an hour ago
I'd just risen, myself One of his men
had gone to have dip in part of the
river known as the Brown Pool-a very
deep place, that. He found-the body.
Ran back to the house then, and reused
SanderSon and his butler. don't think
they'd made any examination, when
Sanderson telephoned-on got the
body out. That's all know-no details.
Here's the doctor"
A professional-looking man came
hurrying around the corner. Madison
hurriedly introduced him-Dr. Colgate.
The three got into the car and dropped
0oWh IHc I'LL LEOm Tile COWu 10 Dne
road that ran along the river. No one
spoke until Madison bent forward to
his driver.
How can we get to the Brown
Pool?" he asked.
Go around by the house and the
Abbey, sir, and down the lane-youu
have to walk across a field to reach
the river there, sir-no other way" re-
piled the driver.
Madison turned to Engleden,
You know the Brown Pool, per-
haps?" he said. "You mentioned, last
night, that you'd been here before"
Don't know it by that name" re-
piled Engleden. 81 know the river.
Abbey"
That's where It is. said Madison.
In the bend, just beyond the Abbey,
under thick growth of wood. And
knowing exactly where it is, I'm al
ready wondering a good deal!"
"Why?"
How Col. Engleden got there. or
came to be there, at night-that time
OF night, anyway! There's no path
along there by the Brown Pool. The
path stops at the old boundary wall of
the Abbey. To get to the Brown Pool.
he'd have to walk along the river bank
rough walking, with a good deal of
OBSTACLE. however"
Colgate spoke-quietly.
Little use specializing, Madison, I'M
I'll we have made some Investigation,
he said. He may have been carried
there"
That would mean foul playl" ex-
claimed Engleden. 81 should prefer
not to think" He checked himself
at that, realizing the foolishness of his
words. How far Is it?" he demanded
CLOSE by. now" replied Madison, as
The car turned corner and began to
descend narrow lane. You'll see the
Abbey in another minute"
Engleden. now recalling the features
Of the landscape, turned to his right.
The ruins Of the Abbey, an ancient and
once extensive premonstratension
house. came into view on the other side
Of field alongside which the car was
running; presently the car pulled I'D
at a gap in the hedge
Nearest point, sir" said the driver.
You'll have to walk across there
Keep the car here, then" COM
manded Madison. "Or, better still,
take it to the front Of Mr.. Sanderson's
house. There's a path from the Alb
hurry"
He led his companions at a sharp
pace across the meadow to the boun-
dairy we'll of the conventual buildings;
there through a crack in the masonry
and past the ruined nave of the Abbey
Church to a belt Of woodland; in an
other moment they came out on the
bank OF the river. And there, 20 yards
away, under overhanging trees, they
saw group of men, some i've or six in
number, who stood around an object
laid on the pebble-strewn foreshore of
the stream-an object over which one
OF this company had laid his coat. A
man detached himself and came for
Ward-a tall, middle-aged man, whose
conspicuous feature was a heavy black
beard and mustache.
Mr.. Sanderson," whispered Malli-
son to Engleden, owner of the estate.
This. Mr.. Sanderson," he went on, as
the big man drew close, "is Col. En-
gledens nephew, Mr.. Seton Engleden."
SanderSon gave Engleden a look that
was obviously meant to be sympathetic.
But he wasted no words in coincidence
I fear there's been foul play here"
ne said. II told you on the phone how
ne was found. Well, we got him out
And 10 49,