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SYNOPSIS.
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Cazalet, on the steamer Kaiser Frits.
homeward bound from Australia, cries
out In his sleep that Henry Craven, who
ten years before had ruined his father
and himself, Is dead and finds that Hil
ton Toys, who shares the stateroom with
him. knows Craven and also Blanche
Macnalr. a former neighbor and play
mate.
C H APTER
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II— Continued.
It was a sorrv sample of his talk
Hilton Toye did not usually ml* the
ready metaphors that ne/ertheless
had to satisfy an Inner censor, o f some
austerity, before they were allowed
to leave those deliberate lips.
Yet
now. In bis strange excitement, word
and tone alike were on the level of
the stage American's. It was not less
than extraordinary.
"You don't mean” — Cazalet seemed
to bu swallowing— "about Henry Cra
ven?”
"Yep.”
"You don’t mean to say he's— dead?’
"Last Wednesday n igh t!“
Toye
looked at his paper, “ No, 1 guess I’m
wrong. Seems It happened Wednes
day, but he only passed away Sunday
morning.”
Cazalet still sat staring at him—
there was not room for two of them on
their feet— but Into his heavy stare
there came a gleam of leaden wisdom
"This was Thursday morning.” he
sold, "so I didn't dream of It when It
happened, after all."
"You dreamed you saw him lying
dead, and so he was,” said Toye. "The
funeral's been today. I don't know,
but that seems to me Just about the
next nearest thing to seeing the crime
perpetrated In a vision.”
"C rim e!”
cried
Cazalet.
"What
crime?”
"Murder, s ir !” said Hilton Toye
"W illful, brutal, bloody murder! H ere’s
the paper; better read It for yourself.
I’m glad he wasn't a friend of yours,
or mine either, but It’s a bad end even
for your worst enemy.”
The paper fluttered in Cazelet’s
clutch as It had done In Toye's; but
that was as natural as his puzzled
frown over the cryptic allusions of a
Journal that had dealt fully with the
ascertainable facts in previous isfeues.
Some few emerged between the lines.
Henry Craven had received bis fatal
Injuries on the Wednesday of the pre
vious week. The thing had happened
In his library, at or about half past
seven In the evening; but how a crime,
which was apparently a profound mys
tery, had been timed to within a min
ute of Its commission did not appear
among the latest particulars. No ar
rest had been made. No clue was men
tioned, beyond the statement that the
police were still searching for a defi
nite Instrument with which It was evi
dently assumed that the deed had been
committed. There was In fact a close
description of an unusual weapon, a
special constable’s very special trun
cheon. It had hung as a cherished tro
phy on the library wall, from whiih it
was missing, while the very Imprint of
a silver shield, mounted on the thick
end of the weapon, was stated to have
been discovered on the scalp of the
fractured skull.» But that was a little
bit of special reporting, typical o f the
enterprising sheet that Toye had pro
cured. The Inquest, merely opened on
the Monday, had been adjourned t<?the
day o f issue.
"We must get hold of an evening pa
per,” said Cazalet
“ Fancy his own
ATTIRE OF MEXICAN^WOMEN
Poorer Class Accept Without Protest
Style of Dress Which Custom Has
Dictated to Their Class.
As to the women of peons, thetr
dresa Is generally aomber hued and
modest
No scarlet blanket covers
them, but a blue reboso, or shawl,
which Is generally placed over the
bead In lieu of a « a t
The women of the poorer classes ac
cept, with what to the foreigner seems
almost a pathetic resignation, tn#
style of dress which custom baa dic
tated to their class.
There is no aping of the rich In
their attire
Whether It be the fine
lace mantilla or the Parisian hat
which the fardlstant-from-ber señor
ita wears, as In tempi# ot plaza she
takea her dainty way, or the pretty
frock or delicate shoes, the poor wom
an of the peon, or the mujer of the
petty shopkeeper, c u ts no anvloon
flanca— but no, that would not be
true!
She oasts them, but she will not
vtrlra to Imitate 'a there not some
PO PP3 - /M E R R at
C C W lP A A ty C '
famous truncheon! He had It mount
ed and Inscribed himself, so that It
shouldn't be forgotten how he’d fcught
for law and order at Trafalgar Square!
That was the man all o ver!”
His voice and manner achieved the
excessive indifference which the Eng
lish type holds due from Itself after
any excess of feeling Toye also was
himself again, his alert mind working
keenly yet darkly In his acute eyes.
"1 wonder if it was a murder?" he
speculated. "I bet it wasn't a delib
erate murder.”
“ What else could It have been?”
"Kind of manslaughter. Deliberate
murderers don't trust to chance
weapons hanging on their victims’
walls ”
“ You forget." said Cazalet, "that he
was robbed as well.”
"Do they claim that?" said Hilton
Toye. ” 1 guess I skipped some Where
does It say anything about his being
robbed?"
"H e re !” Cazalet had scanned the pa
per eagerly; his finger drummed upon
the place. " ‘The police,' " he read out,
in some sort of triumph, “ 'have now
been furnished with a full description
of the missing watch and trinkets and
the other articles believed to have
been taken from the pockets of the de
ceased.’ What's that but robbery?”
"You ’re dead right," said Toye. “ I
missed that somehow.
Yet who In
thunder tracks a man down to rob
and murder him In his own home? But
when you've brained a man. because
you couldn’t keep your hands off him,
you might deliberately do all the rest
to make it seem like the work of
thieves."
Hilton Toye looked a Judge of de
liberation as he measured bis Irrefut
able words. He looked something
more. Cazalet could not tear his blue
eyes from the penetrating pair that
met them with a somber twinkle, an
enlightened gusto, quite uncomforta
bly suggestive at such a moment.
“ You aren’t a detective, by any
chance, are you?” cried Cazalet, with
clumsy humor.
“ No, sir! But I’ve often thought 1
wouldn’t mind being one," said Toye,
chuckling. “ I rather figure I might do
something at It. If things don’t go my
way In your old country, and they put
up a big enough few ard, why, here’s a
man I knew and a place 1 know, and 1
might have a mind to try my hand.”
They went ashore together, and to
the same hotel at Southampton for the
night. Midnight found the chance pair
with their legs under ths same heavy
Victorian mahogany, devouring cold
beef, ham and pickles as phlegmatlcal
ly as commercial travelers who had
never been off the Island In their lives.
Yet surely Cazalet was less depressed
than he had been before landing; the
old English ale In a pewter tankard
even elicited a few of those anecdotes
and piuuant comparisons In which bis
conversation was at Its best. It was
at Its worst on general questions, or
on concrete topics not Introduced by
himself; and Into this category, per
haps not unnaturally, fell such further
particulars of the Thames Valley mys
tery as were to be found In an evening
paper at the Inn. They Included a frag
mentary report of the adjourned in
quest, and the actual cirer of such a
reward, by the dead man's firm, for
the apprehension ot bis murderer, as
made Toye’s eyas glisten In his sa
gaclous head.
But Cazalet, though he had skimmed
virtue In such non-emulation, or Is it
but the spirit of a deadened race? Yet
this rather somber and unattractive
apparel Is found more among the peon
class; the Indian girl in some parts or
Mexico— as at Tehuantepec— wears a
handsome native costume, derived
from Aztec days, at holiday time.
I the many-headed column before alt- Its hand at once, m the first Inquiry
They don't give
! ting down to eupper, flatly declined to that comes along.
j dlacuaa the tragedy hla first uljht out any description o f the man that
ran away, but you bet lt’a being clr
ashore.
culated around every police office in
thu United Kingdom.”
C H A PTE R III.
Cazalet said they would give It out
fast enough if they bad it to give. By
tn the Train.
Discussion was Inevitable on the the way, he was surprised to see that
way up to town next morning
The the head gardener was the same who
two strange friends, planted opposite had been at Uplands In his father's
each other tn the first-class smoker, time; he must be getting an old man,
traveled Inland simultaneously en and no doubt shakier on points of de
grossed In a copious report of the tail than he would be likely to admit
previous day's proceedings at the coro Cazrlet Instanced the alleged hearing
of the gong as In Itself an unconvinc
ner’s court.
The medical evidence was valuable ing statement, it was well over a
only as tracing the fatal blow to some hundred yards from the gates to the
such weapon as the missing trun house, and there were no windows to
cheon; the butler's evidence explained open in the hall where the gong would
that the dinner-hour was seven thirty; be rung.
“ 1've dreamed of the old spot so
tnat, not five minutes before, he had
seen his master come down-stairs and often," be said at length. " I ’m not
enter the library, where, at seven fifty- thinking of the night before last— l
five, on going to ask if he had heard meant In the bush—and now to think
the gong, he had obtained no answer of a thing like this happening, there,
hut found the door locked on the In in the old governor's den, of all
side; that he had then hastened round places!”
"Seems like a kind ot poetlo Jue-
by the garden, and in through the
French window, to discover the de tice,” said Hilton Toy«.
“ It does. It Is !” cried Casalet,
ceased gentleman lying In his blood.
The head gardener, who lived In the fetching moist yet fiery eyes la from
lodge, had sworn to having seen a the fields. "I said to you the other
bare-headed man rush past his win night that Henry Craven never wae a
dows and out of the gates about the white man. and 1 won't uusay it now.
same hour, as he knew by the sound Nobody may ever know what he's dona
ing of the gong up at the house; they to bring this upon him. But those who
often heard it at the lodge, In warm really knew the man, and suffered (or
weather when the windows were open, it, can guess the kind of thing!”
"Exactly,”
murmured
Toye,
as
and the gardener swore that he him
though he had Just said as much him
self had heard it on this occasion
The footman appeared to have been self. His dark eyes twinkled with de-
less positive as to the time of a tele
phone call he had answered, thought
it was between four sad five, but re
membered the conversation very well
The gentleman had asked whether Mr.
Craven was at home, had been told
that he was out motoring, asked when
he would be back, told he couldn't say.
but before dinner some time, and what
name should be given, whereupon the
gentleman had rung off without an
swering. The footman thought he was
a gentleman, from the way he spoke
But apparently the police had not yet
succeeded tn tracing the call.
“ Is it a difficult thing to do?" asked
Cazalet, touching on this last point
early In the discussion, which even he
showed no wish to avoid this morning.
He had dropped his paper, to find that
Toye had already dropped his and
was gazing at the flying English fields
w ith thoughtful puckers about his som
ber eyes
" If you ask me,” he replied, ” 1
should like to know what wasn’t diffi
cult connected with the telephone sys
tem in this country! Why, you don't
have a system, and that's all there Is
to It. But It’s not at that end they’ll
put the salt on their man.”
“ Which end will It be. then?”
“ The river end. That hat, or cap
Do you see what the gardener says
about the man who ran out bare
headed? If he went and left his hat or
his cap bphind him, that should be
good enough in the long run. It’s the
very worst thing you can leave. Ever
hear of Franz Muller?”
Cazalet had not heard of that Im
portant notoriety, nor did his Ignor
ance appear to trouble him at all, but
It was becoming more and more clear
that Toye took an almost unhealthy
Interest In the theory and practise of
violent crime.
"Franz Muller," ho continued, “ left
his hat behind him, only that and
nothing more, but It brought him to
the gallow'B even though he got over
to the other side first He made the
mistake of taking a slow steamer, and
that’s Just about the one mistake thay
never did make at Scotland Yard. Give
them a nice, long, plain sailing stern-
chase and they get there by bedtime—
wireless or no w ireless!"
But Cazalet was In no mind to dls
cuss other crimes, old or new; and he
closed the digression by asserting
somewhat roundly that neither hat
nor cap had been left behind In the
only case that Interested him.
“ Don’t be too sure.” said Toye
"Even Scotland Yard doesn't snow all
WITH ONE GREAT COMPOSER
Handel Belonged to No School, Yet
Had Styls His Own— Scolded
Prince of Wales When Lata.
German by birth, an Italian by sym
pathy and traic'ng. an Englishman by
residence and conformity, Handel be
longed to no school, yet had a style
The Costly Elevator.
as unmistakably bis own as bad Dante
Elevator or vertical travel for the
In verse, Angelo In sculpture or
average multistory factory, floor to
Raphael In painting.
floor, Is seldom over 15 feet, yet In
StroDg. egotistic, self-willed, the
traversing that distance, together wltn
great composer was generally cheer
starting, stopping, and with the same
loading and unloading time, we can ful and good-ternp^fed, but vffilent
when Irritated, and Indomitably proud
travel in the same time an equivalent
and Independent
distance o f 100 'eet horizontally. One
One who knew him well relates that
factory manager, of an Inquiring turn
when
be was pleased with the way the
of mind, estimated In bis particular
plant that the cost of elevator service, music was going at one of his con
wages o f operator, power, repairs and certs, bis enormous wig bad always a
time consumed by men using the ele certain nod or vibration, and that al
vator«, amounted to aoout 1 >er cent the Carlton bouse concerts he Would
of hie payrolL— Engineering Magazine swear angrily If the ladles tn walling
talked during the muelo— upon wblcn
the prlnceee would check them, say.
Never Worth While.
tng. "Hush! Hush! Handel la angry
He did not hesitate even to scold
What the aelf-eeeker Bads Is never
worth while
the prince of Waleo for being Into at
“ You Aren’t a Detective, by Chance,
Are You?” Cried Cazalet.
liberation and debate. "How long Is
It, by the way, that they gave that
clerk and friend of yours?”
A keen look pressed the startling
question; at least. It startled Cazalet.
"You mean Scruton? What on earth
made you think of him?"
’Talkin g of those who suffered foT
being the dead man's friends, I guess,"
said Toye. “ Was it fourteen years?"
‘ ”f hat was I t ”
“ But I guess fourteen doesn't mean
fourteen, ordinarily, if a prisoner be
haves himself?"
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"A little more than ten.”
“ Then Scruton may be out now?"
•’Just"
Toye A nodded
with
detestable
aplomb. “ That glees you something
to chew on,” said he. "O f course, I
don't say he's our man— ”
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"I should think you didn’t ! " cried
Cazalet, white to the lips with sudden
fury.
HE CAUGHT A TA1TAR
BOOK A G E N T MADE M I8 T A I
T A C K L IN G LA W Y E R .
IN
Now He Knows How It Feels to Have
to Listen to a Long, Proay Har-
rangue Delivered Much as
Parrot Talks.
Having succeeded In gaining access
to the lawyer's private office without
disclosing tbe object of his call, the
agent for tbe greatest history o f the
world ever compiled started In to gain
the favorable attention ot his prospec
tive customer,
“ ’Histories make men wise.’ Lord
Bacon said,” began the salesman,
and— ’’
“ I see,” Interrupted the lawyer, “ that
you have called to invite my attention
to the desirability of adding to my li
brary a set of someone's superlatively
marvelous history of the world, bound,
no doubt. In cloth. In sheepskin and in
full morocco.
"You have told me that Bacon says
histories make men wise,” he con
tinued, "and no doubt you will tell me.
also, that Bolingbroke said 'History Is
philosophy teaching by examples.’ that
Launartlne said ‘History teaches every
thing, even the future,' that Cicero
said ‘Not to know what has been hap
pening in former times Is to continue
always a child.' and that Carlyle said.
'History Is a mighty drama enacted
upon the theater of time, with suns for
lamps and eternity for a background.’
“ When you have finished quoting
these more famous gentlemen you w ill
no doubt begin then to give me some
of your own reasons why 1 should no
longer deprive myself of the liberal
education to be gained by the mere
association with such a set of books as
you have done me the honor to intro
duce.
"There are several reasons why 1 do
not care to subscribe," the lawyer pro
ceeded, “ but I scorn to reply to ihe
eminent authorities you huve quoted
by simply giving the opinions and rea
sons of an obscure twentieth century
New York luwyer. Instead, permit me
to remind you that Napoleon said,
'What is history hut a fable agreed
upon?’ Also that Goethe said, ‘Bin
writes history; goodness is silent.'
Likewise that Voltaire wrote 'H istory
Is little else than a picture of human
crimes and misfortunes.' Further
more that Lord Chesterfield said. 'H is
tory Is only a confused heap of facta.’
And, lastly, that Horace W alpole
wrote. 'Anything but history, for his
tory must he false.'
"1 thank you for your kind atten
tion," concluded the lawyer, “ and I
trust you will encounter no difficulty
in finding your way out.”
Twisting a Message.
One of the methods of communicat
ing from one officer to another in the
trenches of the present great war Is to
give the message to one of tbe pri
vates and tell him to “ pass the word
along” the line until It reaches Its des
tination, viz., tbe officer at the other
end. The following story will show
how a serious message can be distort
ed on Its journey from mouth to
mouth:
Lieutenant A., In charge of one end
of the British line, told the private In
front to “ pass the word along” to Lieu
tenant B.: “ We are going to advance;
can you send us re-enforcemenls?"
When Lieutenant B. received the
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
message It was like this: “ We ar<*
going to a dance; can you lend us>
Man’s Real Worth.
fourpence?” — i'ittsburgt;
The prevailing fault of our time three and
Is the estimating of manhood b ; the Chronicle-Telegraph
accidents of life, rather than by Its
Quite Suitable.
essentials.
Not what a man has or
*T have found out that cur doctor Is
wdiat happens to him; not wealth, nor
noble blood, nor crowns, nor titles; a poet. Rather at variance with hts
but the things that are In him and profession, Isn t it?"
“ Not at all. On the contrary, quite
shining through him— h'.s thoughts,
motives, springs of action; these con consistent) Isn't poetry a drug in ths
market T"
stitute the man.— D. J. Burrell.
Marines to Carry Canes.
MaJ. Gin- Commandant George Bar
nett of the United States Marine corps
has sanctioned tbe carrying of swag
ger sticks by marines when ashore In
uniform or out of garrison. The Idea
Fossilized Bacteria.
Marvelous as were the discoveries Is borrowed from Cousin “ Tommy A t
ot such prehistoric monsters as the kins” of the British army, and It Is
thought that tbe carrying of the sticks
mammoth, the mastodon and the atego will add distinction to the marine s al
aaurus, they are now eclipsed by re ready attractive uniform.
cent Investigations which show toe
most minute microbes and bacteria
Look High and Avoid 8narss.
In fossil form. The ancestors of our
Why. It Is asked, are there so many
modern Infectious disease germs and
spare*? That we may not By low, but
microbes have been found In fossils
may seek the things which are above.
of the earliest Ilfs on earth
Fossfl
For Just as birds, eo long as they
bacteria haVe been discovered in very
cleave the upper air, are not easily
ancient limestones collected by Dr caught, ao thou also, to long as thou
Charles D. W alcott secretary of the
lookeat at thing« above, wilt not eas
Smithsonian Institution. In OallaAh
ily be captured, whether by a anare or
county, Montana. Tbs badarla cob
by any other device of evil.—SL John
•1st of Individual cella and apparent Chrysostom.
chain* of cells 'which correspond in
their physical appearance with the
Flain Duty,
cell« of micrococci, a form of beote
“ The customhouse officer who la
ria of today. The world baa believed
visiting our Maud la bard to bring to
that bacteria were modern ferma of
tha point, but ha certainly la a Jewd
life, but now we are made to resiles
o f a man.”
that they existed In tbe dawn of werld
“ Then he ought to declare hlmsstt*
history, many million year« m s
a concert and "keeping all these* poor
peoplf (the performers) so long from
their scholars and other concerns.”
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