The Cotton Factory Times. — 1909-02-05 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

RICHARD MARSH.  CHAPTER XXX.—(Ccatirmed.)  It was poasibly Mr. Fitaberbert's wish to assume a tone of injured virtue; if no, the assumption wee a bad one.  " Mr. Earle, you're treating me unitaitly ; you did it before, and you're doing it again; all I ask —all I've always asked—is that I should have fair play. Mr. Feikin knows perfectly well who I am." The inspector immediately proceeded to give him a testimonial, which was scarcely of the sort which one would have expected from the confident fashicm in which Mn. Fitzherbert had appealed to him.  I know that you're a brother of Alfred Tyrrell, who's butler at Timberhatn; and that he tries to conceal your exiatence as much as he can, since you're a kind of brother of whom he h. every CaUSC to be ashamed; since you're a born loafer; I doubt if you ever did a stroke of honest work in your life; a habitual blackguard and a profe.imial thief. What do you know about what Mi. Grahame says?" "You are not very hearty in the way you speak to me, are you, Mr. Felkin? ran surprired, I really am. I know what the young ladys rays I  ----• "Do you mean to tell me that you know that aihe killed John Culver?" _  _ ' Certainly I know it. With her own hand; with the help of the earner of a heavy cash-box." "How do you know she did it?" "You saw Miss Grahame kill John Culver?" "Certainly I saw her—with my own eyes I low her." "That's a lie!"  Yet another person had made an unceremonious use of the open window to gain admisnion to the vicarage study. The latent comer was Tyrrell, the Timberham maneervant. It wan he who had applied such an imparliamentaz7 epithet to Mr. Fitsherbert's assertion. At the found of his voice that pens" wincing as if he had been struck by a blow, turned to glare at him an if he were the last pernon he wished to ace. He tried to bluster. "How dare you say I tell a lie!.—how dare you l What do you mean by coming here anyhow, and interfering in what's no concern of yours? You mind your own buninem I" The iMpector spoke. "I need scarcely tell you, Tyrrell, that I don't require your assurance to more me M doubt any ntatement which comes from that quart..." Mr. Fithherbcrt out the inspector short. "Here, let me get out of thin. It's no one for me to speak; I'm a fool ever to open my mouth; I'm treated the came way every time I do. Ii leave you to fight this out among yourselves; I'm off. I am. I'm not going to stop here to be treated an if I was dirt." .  -Mr. Earle, seizing the indignant little gentleman by tbe aboulder, held him as if in a vice. .  _ " You're going to stay here to be treated exactly as you deserve." You let me go; you'd better  "I think I'd better not. Our friend is quite safe in my charge, Mr. Felkin, for the preient. What wee that you were saying?" " I wan about to ask you, Mr. Tyrrell, an what grounds your contradiction was based?" " I'll tell you the whole story, as I know only boo well I ought to have told it long ago; only—it wasn't easy." That I can believe; only, if it's going to clear the air, which seems to be rather in want of a clearance, for goodne.' sake let's have what yeas call the whole story now." On the morning of the day on whit& Mr. Culver was murdered Sam, here, came out of gaol." "So you're Sam, are you? That's a come dare, from Lionel."  Thiei WM Rupert Earle. "Oh, I'll Sam himl—and you, too!"  This :Iva. Mr. Fitzherbert, who 'seemed to object to the peraiatent fashion in which Mr. Earle maintained his grip. Tyrrell went. on: "I chanced to hear that he intended to celebrate his Tele., from gaol by committing a burglary at Tim berha m."  "That's a nice thing for a brother to say!—so help me! Who told you that?" "Fortunately you're not my. brother, you're my step-brother, which is bad enough. One of your prison acquaintances gave me a hint. on which I acted. You will understand that this wee not a cane in which I could give notice to the police; I preferred to act as my own policeman. I made arrangeine.nts .to receive hina,"....