HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1939-11-16, Page 2THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1930 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE
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“Please, won’t somebody help me
down the ramp!” I heard Mr. Quin
cy holler again, but this time I
not turn my head.
Further Confession
Victor said,
did
By Isabel Waitt
picked up the picture to put it in
my room.
A wet painting isn’t very easy to
handle, but when it’s wet on both
sides it is really diffcult. Potter
had painted the entire back of the
canvass an apple green, which was
even wetter than part of the picture
itself. I, too, got it on my hands,
and just when I placed the thing un
der one of the windows to dry, it
fell over. I made a grab, fearing it
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ably than as if I’d let it go. Now any
hands and »a bit of the floor be
yond the newspaper were a horrid
sight. I seized the paper and tried
to wipe off the place where my hand
had been, messing up the back mis-
.erably. Then I stood the picture up
(again and raced downstairs to wash
my hands. Never heard of painting ! a canvas on both sides before. Per-
|haps the artists did it that way now,
or maybe Potter had painted on the
back of another picture. It didn’t
mater, The thing was not to miss
anything outside.
I could see Mr. Quincy still wav
ing his red banner at the dots in
the harbor. The men were ham
mering at the bottom of The Elean
or. The boat, they called to me,
was virtually water tight—they hop
ed. The thing was to get it to the
shore. Would I go and get Wylie
Gerry to tell them how? It was too
heavy to carry, and they were afraid
they’d scrape the patch off if they
just dragged it along. Weren’t there
any rollers?
“Uncle Wylie’ll show you. He’s at
the bridge." If De Witt or Potter
thought I was their Western Union
boy they were much mistaken, I
skedaddled over to where Victor was
standing beside Hugh, who had just
finished reading his sister’s letter.
Now he held it out to Quade.
“For God’s sake what shall I. do?”
"You could destroy it."
“You read it?”
Victor nodded,
me to sort of take charge,
any way I con Norcross.”
“But surely you don’t
.Bessie? She wouldn’t kill
Sbe’s afraid, that’s all. And
stick to her story. You see, it
I not do any good to destroy
over
She knows I’m guilty. You’ve
believe me, man! I murdered
Lane.”
CHAPTER XVI
“Hugh Norcross! 1 — I don’t be-
■ believe you," I gasped, tears smart
ing my eyes. He didn’t have the—
the courage, I was thinking,
j (To be Continued)
“Boloney, You couldn’t get that
in fiction. Imagine a police court.
Besides, her object was to cover -up
for her brother. She'd have either
fished the scarf up or poked it.down
into the water below. But the big
thing is—who on earth would want
to tie it around the dead woman’s ’
neck if she were already dead? No
one but the murderer, wishing to
incriminate Hugh Norcross!"
We'were walking back rapidly to
where the men were working on the
boat. Thaddeus Quincy had man
aged the ramp somehow, and was
wheeling himself toward us with
his table cloth tied to his cane. He
passed us, giving me a reproachful
glance, I thought.
“Don’t forget what I told you,
Judy.” And he shot a warning nod
'at Victor. Then he stationed him-
!self in the middle of the road and
began waving his signal.
“Hurray for the Fourth!” boom
ed the minister.
“We’ve got to find Norcross and
tell him about this, Judy."
"He’s around somewhere. I should
think the scarf would eliminate him
from the suspects, wouldn't you?"
"Perhaps.”
“That makes you and me, Bessie
and Hugh, Aunt Nella and Uncle
Wylie, who aren’t on the list,
it only leaves Potter and De
and Quincy!”
"Sounds simple, doesn’s it?
you forgetting your Uncle
knew Miss Kendall hadn’t
strangled, at a glance, but person
ally I had to make an examination,
to be sure.”
“Now, who’s crazy? Maybe he
made an examination, too!"’
I rushed up
geon. Perhaps
deus Quincy’s advice. Victor Quade ' giieM only’'confess all
seemed to say things like that every 1
little while, which forced me to sus
pect the suspicioner. Wylie Gerry!
Bash in his boat? Kill Old Man ■
Brown. Or even Roddy—over a few
dollars and a boundary line? Let
alone one of his wife’s hoarders,
who could have throttled him with
one hand! I could still see the dot
of his figure down at the broken
bridge. Victor made me furious.
Hugh Wants the Letter
Hugh Norcross was coming down
the stairs. He came directly toward
me. ‘Bessie says she gave you a
letter for me. I don’t know what’s
gotten into her. She won’t speak
to me. Locked herself in.”
Was she afraid of him? I was glad
I could see the men across the road
and hear my aunt’s movements in
the kitchen. Then Bessie’s despair
made me forget my own fear.
“You didn’t give her any more
of that sleeping medicine?”
“I’ll say I didn’t. She takes far
too much of the stuff. Why, an over
dose—”
“Exactly. Don’t let her have it.
You will understand when you—”
I nearly said when he’d read the
letter, which would have been an
admission that I’d done so myselS.
“You’re sweet, Judy. My sister’s
nerves are an awful care. Go up
and see if \ou can get her to quiet
down, will you? I wish she was out
of this mess. And you, too. When
it’s over there’s something I want
I to say to you. Just now all I dare
confession, !say or think of is—be careful.” He
...... ....... .... __ „ __ he (was squeezing my hand till it hurt.
Take the wind itself, for in-[“Where’s the letter?”
1 “Mr. Quade has it. He’s with the
(others at the barn. He told me to
tfind you. It’s important, Hugh,” He
[took a few ' "
j “You tell
[will you?”
j "Sure," I
pest, always bragging about her
niece — that Gloria Lovelace, and
trotting out her pictures. Gloria was
her whole life, but I hadn’t come
to the Massachusetts coast to hear
Hugh and I couldn’t
all
me
she
but
of
:>■
about her.
[take a walk but it was Gloria
horrible story-the way- 1 knew Lily had seen
my motive was -eai‘lier that fatal evening when
ago Roddy ^ad gone to watch the sunset,
a Summer’s I before reaching the church,
I course. I knew she’d seen me wear-
lj"g Hugh’s blue scarf around my
‘head. I’d lost the scarf while I
| was with Roddy. When you all went
i to the bridge to connect with the
milkman.
did I.
• ward the sea.
’picked up my scarf and thrown it
I into the ocean, but
j blown it back into
: Mouth. ~1_ __ I
| killing Roddy. I g>
re-
i Professional Cards
“Let him quilt,”
stiming the letter:
“To make this
short, I’ll say that
vengeance. Five years
Lane jilted me after
courtship in this very place. My bro-|;’-
ther was just a boy, but he saw|^»
me have a nervous breakdown and
vowed he’d get even with Lane some
day. I’d reserved that same pleas
ure for myself. I take the Rock
ville paper just to keep track or
Roddy. When the auction of the
church was
would show
cation here,
could again
■broken heart and
wound didn’t bleed) any more. Hugh
fell for it. He'd been a good
brother to me, I told him the sight
of the Castle, where I’d laughed and
danced and had my romance, didn’t
give me a pang any longer. It
not true.
“ ‘When Roddy walked into
dining room at Gerry’s all the
bitter-sweet love came back again.
And he didn’t even pretend to recog
nize me! I’d never wronged him.
I don’t have to bare my heart any
more. The old adage about a wo
man scorned is enough. I determin
ed to go through with it. He’d never
live to break another trusting heart.
“ ‘I left the table, passing but not
speaking to him. I couldn’t bear it
if he greeted me like an old friend,
in the casual, sneering way of his,
which was the way he treated his
castoffs. I’d studied his career and
found it full of things he’d neglect
ed to mention, such as his wife!
I’d never dreamed he was already
married while making love to me.
“ ‘I picked up the club Mr. De
Witt had been using on the lawn
and went for a stroll. Everybody,
nearly, had gone to town,
thought. Hugh was in his room. I j
saw Roddy coming down the Castle
drive. He wanted to talk to me,
he said, to tell me how miserable j
he’d been—the mistake we’d made j
of our lives. Could we ever forgive
ourselves! And begin again! |
“ ‘I had to steel myself against
his passion. All the old feeling
came rushing back. I was beginning
to melt like sugar. He had to get
something out of the church base
ment before it was auctioned off,
he said. I asked him if he’d meant
it when he said at supper he was
going to buy it. ‘Buy it? What for?”
he said. "I only came to the Head
because I knew you were down here
dear,” I knew that was a lie. Hugh
and I had only just arrived the week
before, quite unheralded. We went
into the church—the door was un
locked—and he told me to wait but
I followed him. "Roddy, are you
asking me to marry you again?" I
said. He took me in his arms and
kissed me. Foi' a moment I
happy. Then hp said: "No
wedding bells for me. Sort of
panionate, maybe, darling."
were standing at the top of
basement stairs. I was so mad I
gave him a push away from me. He
fell down the stairs and must have
struck his head on the granite floor.
Ugh! I can see him now—all smash
ed, I dragged him to the closet
and somehow got him in, I forgot
about the golf club, which must
have fallen down into the pool of
blood. I heard somebody on the
steps—Miss Kendall, or maybe it
was Judy and Mr. Quincy. Anyway,
I ran o-ut the basement door and
home. Judy will remember she
heard the door squeak, so I must
have not quite closed it. I didn’t
know what to do. I considered jump
ing into the sea but hadn’t the cour
age.’ ”
"Poor
Victor
Lily didn’t go. Neither
We took a walk together to-
told me she'dShe
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■She accused me openly of
jot her to show
(me where, and gave her a little push
[too. She fell you know where, and
I rolled her toward the slit in the
rock, where she stuck. The hand-
■ kerchief was there, all right, but I
[didn’t tie it round her neck. It slip
ped out of my fingers beyond reach
into the crevice. I had nothing to
fish it out with, and hoped when
the tide turned it might be washed
away. But some wretch tied it
round her neck to make it look as
‘if my brother did it. I didn’t
[strangle her. She died, just as Rod-
■ dy did, from the fall. If she hadn’t [said I killed Roddy because he jilt-
ied me I wouldn’t have pushed her
I in. That word jilted finished me.’ ”
“She's crazy!" I gasped.
Victor said.
it.” And he
explanation
CORNELIUS TOOHEY, FORMER
BIDDULHPH, FARMER, DEAD
Why,
Witt
Are
Wylie
been “You all invited
I’ll help
“Just a
read the
of that
"Oh, no,”
little more of
last pitiful
{awful night.
I “ ‘I was afraid I might be seen,
so I crept out of the Pirate’s Mouth, I up the other side, the steep way,
crawling around the cliff back of
the church, and down to the strip of
beach to the woods back of Gerry’s
J barn. I got across the road to the
! inn and back to my room without
s0 (being seen. And that’s all, I'll try
■to answer police questions—if I’m
i awake. But, before God in Heaven
my brother is innocent!"
“How dreadful!"
Victor sighed. “Yes, how dread
ful. What does she mean—if she’s
awake? Does she take sleeping me
dicine all the time?” He jerked
around and started back. “Hurry,
Judy. She’s pretty desperate."
“Don’t worry. She begged me to
beg Hugh for another pill or tablet,
or however veronal comes. And I
heard her say he’d refused to give
her any—damn him. Hed words, not
mine.”
“How she must love him!"
“Sounded pretty mad at him
through the door."
“Poor girl! No wonder she wanted
sleeping tablets after writing all
this."
“Wasn’t she brave to confess!"
“Confess? Why, you innocent
little baby! This document lets her
off scotwas
more
com-
We
the
free."
CHAPTER
confessed to
I could see
1
XXV
save—•him! ”
it, now that
During
“She
Even
Victor had pointed it out.
the reading, I’d noticed a few dis
crepancies in Bessie’s c._. ..
but nowhere near the number
had.
stance. It couldn’t have blown the
blue scarf back into the Pirate’s
Mouth because there was a land
breeze before the tide turned, and
the place was entirely sheltered.
“We’ve got to show it to the po
lice."
“And incriminate the brother she
tried to save?"
the steps in high dud-
I’d better take Thad-
things like that every
steps forward.
Bessie I’ll be back soon,
%
Bessie!" I murmured,
turned the last page.
Is Bessie Guilty?
“ ‘I never intended Lily Kendall
any harm. -She was a bore and a
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Lucu w I 1 knocked on Bessie’s door.
“May not incriminate him,” Vic-[was crying,
said. "It’s the cleverest thing I' “Hughie?
ever read. What Bessie says about {sleep!”
her light not showing from the path ■ "It’s
to the bluff; little things like that, (cup of
And her timing’s pretty good, too. '
only she’s forgotten Mr. Quincy was
sitting on the, piazza all the even
ing, until she wheeled him down to
the church. He saw her go >up to
her room, before dark, and she did
not come down again. But Hugh,
did, he admits. I think it may have
been Hugh you spoke to, later.
“Another thing: Miss Kendall
went down to the Quaker Church
early, and fell asleep, she claimed.
Bessie and Roddy couldn’t have
failed to see her. Do you think
Lily wouldn’t have waked up at the
sounds Of a man falling down those
rickety stairs and the scream any
human being must have given at
such an accident?"
“She didn’t mention the ring. I ............. ..
can't imagine a girl like her 1 on a newspaper, where Albion Pol
ing that ”------J *’’”'**’ *nnA
hand,"
Wii at
"Nor I,
the fire and the bridge should tie
in. According to this cOnfessioh
they don’t. Just coiftcidence. Well,
it won't wash. Neither will leaving
that blue scarf behind."
“It slipped through her fingers."
diamond from his dead
About Uncle Wylie?
But the thing Is, Judy,
I can’t sleep! I
eyes.
She
can’t
Judy. Want me to get you a
tea?"
thank you. Did you givd myj “No,
brother the letter?”
| ‘He has it now."
, I heard a scrambling off the bed.
.“Did he give you the medicine?"
j “No. Said you couldn’t have any
■more till night. Do let me in, Bes
sie—'Miss Norcross. I’ll rub yotir
ihead if it aches so badly."
; But evidently she’d flung herself
on the bed again, for muffled sobs
{ were her only reply. I gave It up
‘finally, tiptoeing past poor Lily Ken-
jdall’s room and on up to my room.
I “I Murdered Roddy Lane"
( The picture of the now hateful
;old church stood in a corner of the
.hall near my door where Victor had
1 moved it when he’d gone to see if
[the $500 was still there. It stood
ter had thoughtfully placed it to
’save the floor. I didnt pick it up
[Until I’d made sure of the money,
It was still where I had left it! Cef-
| tain peculiarities in the letter came
-to my mind, and it occurred to me
'at least Bessie had given me some
■ handwriting to compare, only I had
n't examined It closely. I’d go down
and try to take a look. But first I I
think—?
an ant!
she’ll
would
this,
again,
got to
Roddy
■ Cornelius Toohey, a farmer in I Biddulph Township most of his life
and for the past two years a resi
dent of London, died recently at the
home of his daughter, Mrs. M. No
lan, 146 Ann Street, London. He
was in his 70 th year. Mr. Toohey
was born in Biddulph, a • son of
the late Tim,thoy and Mary Toohey.
He lived there and was a well-known
farmer until removing ’ to London.
His wife died IS years ago and he
is survived by two daughters, Mrs.
Nolan and Miss Elizabeth Toohey,
both of London. Another daughter
Miss Martha, was fatally injured in
a motor car accident in the city
years ago. There is also
grandchild surviving.
The funeral was held from
Nolan’s home on Ann street, London
to St. Patrick’s church Biddulph for
requiem high mass and interment.
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A. J. CLATWORTHY
Phone 12 Granton
We Deliver
DEAD LIVESTOCK
Phone Exeter 235, Collect
DAY OR NIGHT
SEVEN DAYS A WEEK
Our drivers are equipped to
shoot old or crippled animals
DARLING
and Co. of Canada, Ltd.
CHATHAM, ONT.
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