Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1909-01-16 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

ARTHUR GROSVENOR.  CHAPTER XV. (Continued). "Sybil's dead?" he repeated, in an awed voice. Then suddenly ho sprang to fury. "You —you have murdered her!" he cried, and leapt at Sherrington. Sherrington avoided him adroitly. "Sit down, Jim, he said evenly. "You were foolish enough to come here without a weapon. If you had had a revolver, you would have clutched at your pocket when I made a feint at it. I have not been so foolish. At present lam covering you. Sit down." The man stared at Sherrington in a dazed way. Then he sat down heavily. "I've tracked you," he said, in rather a rambling fashion. "I'd have come before, but—" "Exactly," said Sherrington. "Yon ha.ve been using morphia, rather extensively. I can see that. It is a reprehensible habit." He suddenly turned upon his visitor, speaking sa,vagely. He knew 01,0, at that moment, the man's nerves were uncertain, and that he could be bullied with impunity. There were other times— Sherrington was sure that Jim Graves was tending rapidly to insanity. "You are a cum to me! I wish to Heaven I were rid of you! I could shoot you as you sit there —and a story of attempting to extract money from me by threats of violence would exonerate me. You have a bad record, Jim." The man moved uneasily in his chair. "Sybil," he said. "My daughter Sybil—what have you done with her, you devil?" "She is dead." Sherrington directed his gaze steadily upon the man, forcing him to 11205 b it, shifty and weak though the man's eyes were. "After you—went away—that was your own fault—she the left me. She went to Pairrisi---" "Yes? You let her go, you hound!" "Keep a civil tongue in your head, Jim. Think of the temptation of getting rid of you."  "You let her go?" "She hated me. I cannot tell you why. There was a time when she was fond of me—quite absurdly fond. You forced me to marry her. That, was wrong—it spoilt everything." "You—you took advantage of my absence. She was a young girl—a very young girl. . . . I found you had persauded her to go with you. . . . I was stronger then. The cursed morphia hadn't got such a hold upon me. . . . I would have killed you without thinking twice if von hadn't married her." "I know it. That was the reason why I married her," Sherrington said synically. "She went to Paris. . . . She was killed there."  "You killed her—you had her killed!" Graves cried. He seemed to writhe beneasth Sherrington's gaze—to be trying to throw off his influence. • "No—that is absurd. She was killed by a I train at a level crossing in Montmartre. She' had changed her na.me, of course. I only traced her a week after her dea,th. She was horribly mangled--unrecognisable, I believe; she was identified by her clothing." "Sybil dead!" moaned the man. "My daughter—the only person I loved. Oh, iny God!" "It's hard, of course," Sherrington mid. "I'm sorry for you. But you must go, Jim-and never rpturn here—never. . . . I'll come to the old place in a few dzys—aid show your proofs. I have to go a journey to-night. Sherringten spoke in a short, parermptery manner. The man, still visibly under the effects of recent execessive dru7-taking and stunned by the terrible news he had heard, struggled to his  feet, as though answering to an old habit of obedience. Aylmer Sherrington haiself let the Man out of the flat. Returning To his study, he summoned Minns. _  "Rather a sad story," h 3 said. "The man had lost a d.aughter, it seems—he wants help.. Please have the room fumigated. I am going to change now." At midnight Aylmer Sherrington was in the West Exprees that steamed out of Pa.dddingtou Sta,tion.  -: 0 :