Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-02-20

Certain, sir. Night before last"
Archer turned to Colgate. THE doc
tor'll remember that he came to see my
little girl that night, sir" he said
What I've told you happened not long
after he'd gone"
"Yesl" asserted Colgate. 1T was at
Archer's cottage that night at half-past
Madison said word or two to Archer
and then turned to Engleden.
Mr.. Engleden!" he whispered. "You
go away nowl You can do no more
here-leave 1t all to me. You're aware
OF course, that there'll have to be an
inquest? I'll see to all that. You put
yourself up at the Castle Hotel-I'll see
you after breakfast. One word-after
the inquest, you'll want to take him
away for burial?"
mol" said Engleden with emphasis.
mo! He'll be buried herein Barows-
burgh. 1t was his particular wish-in
TACT, his command-that he should be
buried wherever he died"
Very well, Sir-now you do as I
say. Leave everything to me. You'll
stay IN the town until after the funeral,
of course?"
Engleden gave his questioner a look
OF which Madison was quick to see the
meaning.
Il shall stay in this town." he said,
until we've laid hands on my uncle's
murdererS-however long the job takes,
That's certain. You can count on my
help, day or night"
Engleden went away without as much
as another glance at the still figure.
around which Madison and his assist
ants were gathered. He drove up to
the Castle Hotel and asked for the land
lord. Christmas came to him, fun of
concern. But Engleden cut short all
sentiment and expression of sympathy.
IT'S done, Mr.. Christmas, and nothing
can undo it," he said. THE thing now
Is justice on the men who did it. Here
stop until justice is done. You must
give me the room he had and let me
have a private sitting room. I shall
have lot of business to attend to. And
to begin with and to be practical
breakfast"
AS he ate and drank in his private
room, Engleden thought Of many things.
To begin with, the death of his uncle
had made a material change in Seton
Engleden's circumstances. Col Engle-
den was a well-to-do man and Seton
knew that everything had now passed
to him. There was no need for any
shaving at the bar, no need to do any
thing at all-he was now so wealthy
that he could spend the rest of his life
as he pleased. But that thought passed
If 1t ever was really there. He knew
that he would follow his profession as
strenuously and with as much ambi-
ton as If his daily bread depended on
his endeavors and that he would viii
lingly have given every penny of the
fortune now left him If the sacrifice Of
it could have restored Col Engleden to
life. No-the thought In his mind, as
he sat in that quiet room looking out
on the old town, was one of vengeance.
He would never rest till the scoundrels
who had tracked an inoffensive man
down and murdered him in cold blood
had been bounded down themselves and
had expiated their crime on the scat
fold. Their lives for his life-nothtng
and no less.
He had meant what he said to Hamil-
ton-he would remain till justice had
been done. He was going to devote all
his energy to this business. And he
must have help-the help of a COOL
calculating brain. Madison and his as
sistants would doubtless do their best
but Engleden meant to supplement their
efforts In his own way, and he must
have q sharp, aStute, crafty-yes
crafty, and even INSCRIPTIONS man to
assist him. What man? He did not
ask nlmSer Chat question twice. He
knew the man-his own clerk. john
son, was the very man. Engleden had
had proof, more than once, of john
sons ability and of his peculiar talents.
AS soon as he finished breakfast, he
dispatched the following telegram to
johnson:
col. Engleden murdered, come i'm.
The clerk who took over the message
glanced at him sympathetically.
Deeply sorry, sir, to hear of this
terrible news" he said respectfully. IT
hope It was no Barowsburgh man, sir,
that would be a disgracel Such q
pleasant gentleman, Col. Engleden-he
was in here the other afternoon"
Engleden started.
I'm here?" he said. For what pur-
pose?"
HE sent a telegram, sir. Two or
three hours later reply was delivered
to the Castle Hotel.
What was there in those telegrams?"
asked Engleden.
We'll, It's against regulations, sir, to
tell anything, but ! can tel you between
ourselves, because ! handled both mes