The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1936-06-18
Honeymoon
Murder
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CAROLYN
w ELLIS
Copyright by Carolyn Wells.
Copyright by Carolyn Wells.
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taxing OH was even more So.
Everybody at Rosecroft had gath
cred for an early breakfast with one
exception. Bob's place was vaacnt,
and after time Rosy sent the wait
ress up to knock on his third-fioor
door. But the maid returned, saying
she had no answer.
Buckle is in the hall; send him
up" said Perilla.
Buckle returned in few mo-
ments, saying, Il got no answer, and
no sound from the room at all. The
door is locked on the inside"
ell go" said Hay, rising from his
place. Come on, Buckle"
The two went upstairs together
and Hay banked on the door.
There was no result, and Hay be-
gan to look anxious. "Shall we
break down the door," he said,
doubtfully.
''1ow about window, Mr.. Field?
Or is there any other door,"
mo other door, and / doubt If
you can get in by window. They all
have patent fastenings that can be
regulated at any width of opening,
but they can't be manipulated from
the outside
Buckle suggested ladder and
breaking a window, instead of
smashing the door. He found Mike,
the Fields chauffeur, who said there
was no ladder long enough
'And those doors lock on the in
side" went on Mike, "and we can't
get at them from the hall. Not key,
you know, a snap lock that turns on
the inside"
Gall right, then," said Buckle,
"we'd better go back and report to
Mr.. Field"
'.'All right" said Hay, "Can't you
cut out the whole lock, Mixer"
Eyes, sir, I'll get some tools"
Mike made short work Of his job
When the door swung open they saw
a dark, tousled head on the pillow,
with the bedclothing drawn close
up round the neck. Buckle stepped
to the bed and said loudly, "Come,
Mr.. Coles, you'll be late"
There was no reply, and Buckle,
going closer laid hand on Bob's
forehead. He looked at Fields sig
nifcantly. Hay went to the bed, and,
pulling down the blanket looked at
the still form and felt for the heart
and pulse.
''The boy is dead" he said, turning
back to Buckle. "What does it mean?
He was locked in here alone"
''Then he wasn't murdered, if
that's what you're thinking. And no
body could get through those win
dows!"
The windows, theer were two,
were each open about six inches at
the top, admitting air, yet giving no
possibility for the entrance of hu-
man being. And they weer immov-
able, owing to the efficacy of the pa
tent fastenings.
Don't touch anything" said the
capable Buckle Maybe it's all right.
any maybe it isn't. No doubt Mrs.
Maiden will take her party right
back home. I'd better go and report
this to her. Lord, what an awful
thing!"
''But, Buckle, it can't be foul play,
you know"
mo, Mr.. Field, we don't know
that But the people downstairs must
be told-at once. Mr.. Garth will
know just what to do; he's lawyer,
and he's wise one. Poor young fell
low; Mr.. Coles was nice chap"
Eyes, I liked him. We cans lock
this door, Mike, so you'll have to
stand by and keep guard. You'll be
relieved as soon as the police get
here"
.'Why the police?" queried Buckle
"But we ought to call a doctor at
once" :.
you're Fight" said Hay. 'Will
you look after it?"
Buckle went into the dining room,
and going straight to Perilla, said,
II have to tell you, Madame, that
Mr.. Coles passed away in his sleep"
WHAT,
eyes, we found him dead in his
bed. / am at your orders, but | think
the first necessity is to call doctor"
''Wait, Buckle. You're sure he is
dear?"
Eyes, Mrs. Maiden, am sure"
"Then few moments delay can
do no harm. Send telegram, first of