The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1936-03-27
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| TO the north, but he tracked down
Evans, found out her married name
and started OF for Marchbolt.
Things were getting serious. If
Evans identified Mrs. Templeton
and Mrs. Nicholson al one and the
same person, matters were going to
become difficult.
I decided that Carstairs had got
to be suppressed. He was making a
serious nuisance Of himself. Chance
came to my aid. was close behind
him when the mist came up. I crept
I'D nearer and a sudden push did
the job.
didn't know what discriminating
matter he might have on him. How
ever, your young Naval friend
played into my hands very nicely.
was left alone with the body for
a short time. He had a photograph
of Moira-he'd got it from the pho
tographers, presumably for identifi-
cation. removed that and any let
tiers or identifying matter. Then I
planted the photograph of one Of
the gang.
All seemed to have gone OFF sat
isfactorily. And then your friend
Bobby. upset things. It seemed that
Carstairs had mentioned Evans
and Evans was actually in service
at the Vicarage.
admit we were getting ratified
by now. MORA insisted that he must
be put out of the way. We tried one
plan, which failed. Then MORA went
down to Marchbolt in the car. She
seized a chance very neatly
slipped some morphia into Bobby's
beer when he was asleep. But the
young devil didn't succumb. That
was pure bad luck.
And imagine the shock that
MORA had when she was creeping
out to meet me one evening and
came face to face with Bobby. She
recognized him at once-she'd had
a good look when he was asleep
that day. Then she realized that 1t
wasn't she whom he suspected, and
she rallied and played up.
THE position was serious. We'd
L got the money, but you and
Bobby were a menace. You'd got
your suspicious fixed on the Grange.
It may interest you to know that
Henry didn't commit suicide. I
killed him! When l was talking to
you in the garden, I saw there was
no time to waste-and / went
straight in and saw to things.
The airplane that came over gave
me my chance. | went into the
study. sat down by Henry. who was
writing, and said: Look here, old
man" and shot himi The noise Of
the plane drowned the sound.
Then | wrote a nice affecting let
ter. wiped off my fingerprints from
the revolver, pressed Henry's hand
round it and let it drop to the floor.
put the key Of the study in Henry's
pocket and went out locking the
door from the outside with the din
ing-room key, which fits the lock.
I won't go into details Of the neat
little squib arrangement in the
chimney which was timed to go OF
four minutes later.
Everything went beautifully. You
and | were in the garden together
and heard the "shot." A perfect sui
eide.
Where MORA really showed her
mettle was at the Cottage. She real
ICED from the noise upstairs that
I'd been knocked out. and she quick
ly injected large dose of morphia
into herself. and lay down on the
bed. After you all went down to tele-
phone she nipped up to the attic and
cut me free. Then the morphia took
effect and by the time the Doctor
arrived she was genuinely OF in a
hypnotic sleep.
But all the same her nerve was
going. She pretended to go up to
a London nursing home. Instead
she hurried down to Marchbolt-and
met you on the doorstep! Then
her one idea was to get You both
out Of the way. Her methods. were
crude to the last degree. but be-
ieve she'd have got away with It
MORA would have got away back
to London and lain low In nursing
home. With you and Bobby out of
the way the whole thing would have
died down.
But you spotted her-and she
lost her head. And then at the trial
she dragged me into I'll
Perhaps I was getting a little
tired Of her. :. But had no idea
that she knew it
You see. she had got the money
my money! Once l had married her
| might have got tired Of her. like
variety.
So here I am starting life again.
=. And all owing to you and that
extremely Objectionable young man
Bobby Jones. But I've no doubt I
shall make goodl
Your affectionate enemy, the
bold, bad villain OF the piece.
ROGER BASSINGT0N-FFRENCH.
(cesrsxa los3-s5-3o. ASssls cGrissisl
Tomorrow, Frankie and Bobby