The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1941-01-16
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Ferrlter. -.--.a-
thought of the bullet scars on
the dead man and held my peace.
The slayer of Lyon Ferriter went
on:
81 had gone there to take his wife,
my daughter, away. He wore a
beard and I grew one, that winter,
after his death. We looked alike
clean-shaven, and more so, bearded.
We came back to the states-Lyon
Ferriter and sister. .-
"My brother, a student but a
weakling, had changed his name
during the war. He was no longer
Emil Horstman, but Everett Ferri-
ter. Now, was no longer Andreas
Horstman but Lyon. I had enough
for comfort. We were happy. be-
lieved my daughter would make a
good marriage when your nephew
came of age"
He bowed precisely toward Miss
Agatha as though he had compi-
mented her, and pursued:
Last Monday, my cousin, whom
thought dead, hailed me on the
street. He had my arm before
saw him. There was nothing else
to do. brought him to my fiat.
There was no one in the hall and
we walked upstairs. We talked a
long while"
He paused and seemed to look
back with critical eyes upon that
interview Shannon bent over his
writing. I saw the quick rise and
fall of Allegra's breath and the hawk
look on her aunt's face.
Lyon was greedy" Andreas
Horstman said at last. 81 offered
him all the money. He wanted it
and lone. She was still his wife. I
ordered him out at last. He re-
fused to go. Then lost my temper.
called the police and he drew his
knife and again I killed him. This
time, permanently I think"
His face moved with ghost of
his whimsical smile. He shrugged
and said:
''The rest you have found out
how I hid the knife in the basement
and how lone found her husband;
how she went back to the cellar, to
save her father-and got the knife
only to drop it when Mr.. Mallory
came upon her; how she lost her
head and went to his room; how
Everett and I both bungled our last
effort to find it and Everett killed
himself because he feared death too
much to live longer. Outside of try
ing to help the father she loves,
my daughter had nothing to do with
this-I tell you, not thing"
Shannon started to speak but
Cochrane's query forestalled him.
'sAu right" he crooned, "you killed
him. How did you get out after
ward?"
For an instant, Lyon did not
seem to understand. Then an odd
expression crossed his face.
"Oh no." he exclaimed softly.
Something is still a mystery, eh?
You know so much, I thought you
had read it all. 1t was simple. Let
me show you"
He took a step backward and
glanced about the room.
Suppose the divan behind which
Lyons body lay was there"
Our eyes followed the pointing fin
ger.
"The door," said Horstman, turn
ing toward it with a smile, ''would
then be here"
He leaped. It slammed behind
him. Like its echo, we heard the
front door close.
was quick but Shannon was
quicker. He was at my elbow as
pulled the workroom portal open. He
was past me and through the hall
door before I reached it.
"Where?" he was barking at
Hoyt, who stood in the open door
way of the waiting car. Eddie CAB
bIed.
Downstairs. On foot. He fell,
think. Shook the hull elevator. He"
GAIL" Shannon roared down the
shaft.
Here" his aid replied from be-
low.
"Stop him." shouted the Captain
and plunged down the stairs.
jumped for the car.
Basement" I muttered to Ed
die, who jerked his lever. I was
thinking too hard to hear his ques-
tons. The knife had been hidden
in the basement. Somehow, the muir
derer had left it there, unperceived,
before. He might be taking that
mysterious route thither again.
Shannon beat us to the foyer. As
we slid past it's closed door,
could hear him yapping Like a
thwarted terrier.
He came down. And I followed
him. If you've let him get by, Pll-"
heard, once again, the voice
the real voice-of him we had
known as Lyon Ferriter. It filed
the shaft with fearful sound, sud-
denly ended. The car lurched.
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