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The Wingham Times, 1914-10-29, Page 7October 29th, 1914 THE WINGHAM TIMES • "II" #0. (.0 Ube SECRET of ft ; LONESOME COVEffk If 1.0 • By Samuel Hopkins Adams fffi Copyright 1912 hy. the Bobbs-Merril Comea.nY Acting on thls hint. SedgwIck let ills :conipanion severely alone until a bus- tle from without warned him that the Crowd was returning. Being aroused. Kent accosted one of the villagers who :had just entered. aik "Body coming back's" he asked, "Yep. • On its wny uow." "What occurred in the house where they took it?" "Search me! Everybody was shut 'out by the sheriff and the doe. They 'had Butt body to theirselves nigh twen- ty urinates." , ACtitis morneot the sheriff entered the hall, followed by Dr. Breed, who escorted the coffin to its supporting •sawhorsc•s. The meager physician was • visibly at the. fag end of his self con. Eren the burly sheriff looked dike ti sick man as he lifted aside the coffin lid anti spoke. "There was reasons, neighbors," said die, "why the corpse wasn't suitable to .be looked at. Nobody had seen It since .last night. We've fixed it up as good as we could, and you'll now please ,pass by as quick as possible." In the line that formed Kent got a 'place behind Elder Deunett. who had 'decided to take another look for good measure, as he said. The look was a .productive one. No sooner bad it fall- en on the face of the dead than Den- noett jabbed an indicatory finger in that 'direction and addressed the sheriff: "Hey, Len! What's this?" "What's what?" growled Schlagen "Why, there's a cut on the lady's 'rt ht cheek. ft wasn't there when I, ?Teen the corpse last night." "Alt what's 'the" matter with your eyes?" demanded the sheriff savagely. "Yon want to hog the limelight, that's • your trouble!" This was evidently a shrewd lash at • a recogeized weakness, and the elder moved on amid jeering comments. But Sedgwick. whose eyes had been Oxed upon Kent, saw a curious expres- sion flicker and fade across the long Jawed face. It was exactly the ex- pression of a dog that pricks up Its --Zffra. The next motnent a titter ran through the crowd as a bumpkin in a reat seat called out: "The dude's eyes ain't mates!" Chester Kent, already conspicuous in his spotless white flannels, had made himself doubly so by drawing out a monocle and deftly fixing it in his right eye. He leaned over the • body to look into the face, and his ibead jerked back the merest trifle. tending lower, he scrutinized the un - manacled. wrist. When he passed on his lips were pursed in the manner of eone who whistles noiselessly.' He resumed his seat beside Sedg- - !wick. Chancing to look down at the :knonocle, Sedgwick started and stared. kent's knuckle, as seen through the , glass, stood forth, monstrous and dis- torted, every line a the bronzed skin howing like a furrow. The monocle was a powerful mag- : nifying lens. The sheriff's heavy voice rose. "Any one here present recognize or identify the deceased?" he droned, and, with- out waiting for a reply, set the lid in place and signaled to the medical of- ficer. "Feller citizens," began the still shaking physician, "we don't need any, • jury to find that this unknown drown- -ed woman"— , "The deceased was not drowned." Emerging from his reverie, Chester Kent bad leisurely risen in his place .and made his statement. "N -n -not drowned)" gasped the medi- •cal man. "Certainly noti As you mist knew, yeu made an autopsy." "No autopsy was necessary," replied rtheother quickly. "There's plenty of ttestimony without that. 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Doah's Kidney 1il1s are 50tent! pea' box or 3 for $1.25, at all dealers or mailed ort reeeipt of price by The T. Milburn. Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. 'What ordering direct specify "Doan's," "Dah de murderer!" "kW oil Ire—gigUrigirwrtglied Mime on," "The body never washed. ashore on that grating." A murmur ran through the Crowd. "How do you figure that?" called a voice. . "On the tinder side of the grating I found a cocoon df a common moth. Half an hour in the water' would have soaked the cocoon through and killed the insect inhabitant. The insect was alive." ' "How'd the grating get there, then?" "Dragged down from the high water mark on the beach. It was an old half rotted affair such as no ship would carry. Ask Sailor Smith." "That's true," said the old seaman, with conviction. "You're an expert, Mr. Smith. Now, was that grating large enoirgh to float a full grown human body?" "Why, as to that, a body ain't but a mite heavier than the water. I should say it'd just barely float it, maybe." "Exactly, but plus several .pounds of clothing and some dead metal extra?" "The clothes would have been soak- ed, and handcuffs 'weigh something," said Kent calmly. "There might have been extra spars under the grating that got pounded loose on the beach and washed away," propounded the medical officer des- perately. "Lbok at the face," said Kent, with anality. "This is a bad coast. Most �t you have seen drowned bodies. Did any one ever see an expression of such terror and agony on the face of one who came to death by drowning?" "No, by thunder!" shouted somebody. 'He's right." Others took up the cry. Clamor rose and spread in the room. The sheriff silenced it with a stentorian voice. "What are you trying to get at?" he demanded, facing Kent. . "The truth. What are you?" Schlager's eyelids flickered, but he ignored the counterstroke. "Look out it don't lead you where you won't want to follow," he returned, with a signifi- mnt look at Sedgwick. "This is as far as it has led me." said Kent in his clear, even voice. "The body, already dead, was dragged down and soaked In the sea andthen lashed to the grating by a man who probably Is or has been a sailor," "Then the deceased met death ort shore, and presumably by violence," said Lawyer Bain. "It's murder!". cried a vventan shrilly. "Bloody murder! That's what It is!" . "Murder!" echoed a voice from the doorway. thinsett Jim, his half Indian, Intlf negro face nlight with fury, stood there pointing with stiffened hand at eedgwielt. en:Ih de murderer!" CHAPTER VII. Simon P. Groot Does Business. N0 one moved in the courtroom for appreciable seconds after that pronotancement First to recover from the sur- prise was the sheriff. "You, Jim, set &mai" he shouted. "If there's to be any accusin' done here, Pil do IL" "I do it," persisted the half breed. "Blood is on his hare. I see it." breeluntarily Sedgwick looked at his right hand. There Wee a low growl from the crowd. "Steady!" cane Itent'll Voice at elhOw. 41tiletakes like that are 3 tykkehla eVidenee." "Whah Watt he the night of the kill - in'" cried Gazutott Ata. "AO kW. Walt *girt he, ___ ___ -- VOOlawri.410.111011••••••• Page 7 "Where was you if it comes to thet?" retorted the Sheriff and bit bis Up with a scowl. At that betrayal Chester Kent's eye- lids flashed up and instantly drooped agein into somberness. "This hearing is adjourned," twit- tered the medical officer. "Burial. of the unknown will takeplace at °nee. All are invited." During their slow progress to the door Kent kept up a ruuniug com- ment, which Sedgwick silenerted with equal coolness. The crowd, darkling and undecided, nressea amend them. Ara they went through the doorway they were jostled by a sudden pres- sure, following which Kent felt a touch on his shoulder. He turned to face the sheriff, "Better get out of town quick," ad- vised Schlager in a half whisper. "Thank you," said Kent in a clear and cheerful voice, "Where can I get some tobacco?" • "Sterrett's grocery keeps. the best," ,said some informant back of him. "End of the square to the right." "Much obliged," said Kent and stroll- ed leisurely to his car, followed by Sedgwick. As they tools their seats and started slowly through the crowd Sedgwick inquired earnestly: "Do you crave tobacco at this par- ticular moment worse than you de the peace and loneliness of the green adds?" "Policy, my young friend," retorted Kent. "I wish I could think up a dozen more errands to do, The more casually we get out of town the less likely we are to be followed by a flight of rocks. I don't want a perfectly good runabout spoiled by a mob." Both of them went in Sterrett's store, where Kent earned the reputation from Sterrett of being "awful dang choosy about what he gets," and came out into a considerable part of the populace, which had followed. As they re -embarked the sheriff put his foot on the running board. "Better take my tip," he said sig- alficantly. ."Very welt," returned Kent, "There will be no arrest. then?" "Not just now." A peculiar smile slid Sidewise off a corner of the scientist's long jaw. "Nor at any other time," he concluded. He threw in the clutch. When the car had won the open road beyond the village Sedgwick remarked: "Queer line the sheriff is taking." "Poor Schlager!" said Kent, chuck- ling. "No other line is open to him. He's in a tight place. But it isn't the sheriff that's worrying me." "Who, then?" "Gansett Jim." "What did the sheriff mean by ask- ing Gansett Jim where he was the night of the murder?" "Murder?" said Kent quizzically. "What murder'?" "The murder of the unknown wo- man, of course. I.think that Gansett Dm drilled her and is trying to turn suspicion on me." "Humph!" "But if the sheriff knows where Gansett Jim was at the time of the killing, he can't suppose ane gtrilty. I wonder if he really does believe me guilty?" • "If he does, he doesn't care. His con- cern Is quite apart from your guilt." "It's too much for me," confessed the artist. "And for me. That is why I am going back to the village.'" "But I thought you were fright- ened." "If I stayed away from everything that alarms me," said Kent, "I'd never have a, tooth filled or speak to a woman under seventy. I'm a thnid soul, Sedgwick, but I don't think. I shall be in any danger in Annalaka so long as I'm alone. Here we are. Out with you! I'll be back by evening." TO his surprise, Kent, turning into tbe. village square, found the crowd Still lingering. A new focus of in- terest had drawn it to a spot opposite Sterrett's store, where a wagon, deco- rated in the most advanced style of circus art, shone brilliant in yellow and green. Bright red letters across the front presented to public admira- tion the legend: StMON GRO'OT SIMON PURE GOODS A. stout projection rested on one of the rear wheels. Here stood the pro- prietor of the vehicle. while behind him in a window were displayed his wares. It was evident that Simon P. Groot followed the romantic career of an itinerant hawker, dealing tn that wide range of commodities roughly coinprised In the quaint term, "Yan- kee notions." Kent was struck with the expansiVe splendor of the man's gestures, the dignity of his robust figure and the beauty of a broad whitening beard that spread sidewise like the ripples from a boat's stem. Two blemishes unhappily marred the majesty of Simon P. Groot's presence —a pair of pinhead eyes, nuttually at. traeted to each other, and a mean and stringent little voice. "There, gentletten and ladles," t. mon P. Groot was saying, "there in that place of vast silendes and Intel& lug shadows 1 Met and addressed (MO who was soon to be no more. 'Madam,' I said," 'you are worn. reit are wan. You are weary. Trust the chivalry of one who might be your father. Resit and be comforted as with balm'. Standing by the readskle, she drooped like a flower. 'There is 110 rest for she mild in mournful totes. txtuet away upen my Mission.' "She vanished, that fait creature, Intel the forest. 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Ile got a bottle and about 9 o'clock the first dose was given, and was kept up, as i,lirected, and when the doetor came•on Sunday, he said, 'What a wonderful change; whyl your little boy is going to get better.' Then I told hha what we had been giving him, and he said, 'Keep right on, he is doing well,' I often think as I look at my bey, growing to be a man, what great thanks I owe to Dr. Isovvier's Extract of Wild Straw- berry.' "Dr. Fowler's" has been on the market for close on to seventy years, and has been known front one ead of Canada to the other as a certein cure for all bowel cbmplaints. When you ask for "]Jr, Fowler's" be sure you get it, as any substitute is liable to be dangerous to your health. The genuine preparation is wanufae- ,ured by The T, Milburn Co., lemitee, Toronto, Ont. 2,- Price, eo cents. T:15. •Wlee-fi fiffet 1 loolaffl at The Vice of Father -Time's trustiest accountant, It was to mark the hour of the horrid shriek that shook my soul—precisely 9:31. A.nd later, when I heard the dread news, I realized that my ears bad thrilled to a death cry." Kent moved away, his chin pressed down upon his chest Ile went to the office of Lawyer Adam Bain and spent an hour waiting, with his feet propped up on the desk. When the lawyer en- tered Kent remarked: "You rather put our two official fiaends in a hole this morning." "Just a mite maybe. But they've crawled out. I guess I spolre too quick." "How so?" "Well, if they'd gone ahead and buried the body as it was we could have had it exhumed. And then we'd have seen what we'd have seen." . "True enough. And you didn't see it as it was?" "See what? Did you?" "Suppose," Kent said, "you give nid the fullest possible character sketch of our impulsive friend, the sheriff." Half an hour was consumed in this process. At the end of the time Kent strolled back to the square, where Simon P. Groot had been discoursing. There he found the ornate wagon closed and its ornate proprietor whis- tling over some minor repairs that he had been ranking.. An invitation to take a ride in Kent's car was promptly accepted. "Business first," said Kent. "You're a seller. I'm a buyer. You've got some inforraation that I may want. If so I'm ready•to pay. Was any of your talk true?" "Yep," replied Simon P. Groot aus- terely. "It was all true but the frills." "Will you trim off the frills for $10?" "Fair dealing for a fair price is my motto. You'll find it in gilt lettering on tbe back of the wagon. I will." ME NEWSPAPER IS THE NATIONAL SHOW WINDOW By HOLLAND. yOU often stop and look in show windows,don'tyou? You may not need any of the goods on display, but you stop and look, and you feel that the time is not wasted because you have learned something. There is another show win- dow that is available every day, a show window that con- stantly changes and which you can look into without standing on the street. 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From my description they "And you heard the woman cry out less than an hour tater?" allowed it was a painter man named Sedgwick. 1 thought maybe I'd call in and have him touch up the wagon a bit where she's rusty." "And you heard the woman cry out less than an hour later?" "That's a curious thing. I'd have al- most sworn it was a man's voice that yelled. It went through me like a sharpened icicle." "All this was night before last. What have you been doing meantime?" "Drove over to Marcus Corners to trade yesterday. There I heard about the murder and came back here to make a little business out of it. Would it be worth $5 to you, likely, a relic of the murderer?" suggested the old man. "Quite likely." "Mum's the word, then, for my part In It. The next morning 1 followed her trail a ways. You see, the yell in the night had got me interested. She'd met somebody in a thicket. I found the string and the paper of the bundle she was carrying there. Then there was a tight of some sort, for the twigs were broken right to the edge of the thicket and the ground stamped down. One or both of 'em must have broken out into the open, and I lost the trafl. But this Is what I found on a hazel bush. Do I win the five on it?" The car came to a stop. Digging into his pocket, Kent produced a bill, whicb he handed over and took poseession of Simon P. Groot's "relic." It was an embroidered silver star, with a few torn wisps of cloth clinging to it. CHAPTER VIII. Beckoning& CTS that contradict each other • are not facts," pronounced Chester Kent. Fumes of tobacco were ris- ing from three pipes hovered about the porch of the Nook where Rent, Sedgwick and Lawyer Bain were hold- ing late council. A discouraged obser- vation from the artist had elicited Rent's epigram. "Not all of them, anyhow," said Bain. "The chore in this case is to find facts enough to work on." "On the contrary," declared Kent, "facts in this case are as plentiful as blackberries. The trouble is that we have no pail to put them in." "Maybe we could borrow Len Schlager's." suggested the lawyer dryly. "We dont seem to be getting much of anyvehere," complained Sedgwick. "Complicated cases don't clear them- selves up in a day," remarked Kent. "In this case we've got opponents who know more than we do." "Schlager?" asked the lawyer. "And Dr. Breed. Alpo, 1 think, Gannett Jim. What do you think, Mr. Bain, is the mainspring of the sheriff's action?" "Money," said the lawyer With con- viction. "Iles as crooked as a snake With the colic." "Would it require mob money to In- fluence him?" "As much as be could get. If the case was in the line of blackmail, he'd hold out strong. He's shrewd." "Dr. Breed must be gettliag some ot it." "Oh, Tim Breed LS Len's Little dog. He takes orders. Of course he'll take Money, too. If it conies his way. Like Master, like man." 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"Perhaps a handkerchief with a dis- tinctive mark." "And that would lead him to the Identity of the body?" "Presumably, Also to some one, we may assume, who was willing to pay roundly to have that identity con- cealed." "That would naturally be the mur• derer, wouldn't it?" asked Sedgwick. "No. I don't think so." "It looks to me so," said the 'limier. "He's the one naturally interested in concealment." "I'm almost ready to dIsmiss thesno• tion of a murderer at all." "Wiry so?" demanded both the oth- ers. "Because there was no murder prob- ably." "How do you make that out?" que- ried Bain. "From the nature of the wounds that caused death." "They look to me to be just such wounds as would be made by a blow with a heavy club." "Several blows with a heavy club migbt have caused such wounds. But the blows would have had to be deliv- ered neetdiarle. A circle on the skull six inches in diatneter, impinging on the right ear, is erushed in. If. you eau imagine a man swinging a base- ball bat at the height Of Iris shoulder tweeted iy and ‘vith great force at the tietilles head you mu itaer suet) a ensiling 10 of the butte. My timeline - non Meetly retrieve me so far." "Item itig te1w11 trent above would be the natural way." said Bain. "Certainly. No such blow ever made that wound." "Then how was it Made?" asked Sedgwick. "Probably by a fall from the cliff to the rocks below." "And the fall broke the manacle from the right wrist?" "The broken manacle was never on the right wrist." "That's merely conjecture," said the bi wyer. "No; it's certainty. A blow heavy euough to break that iron, 'old as it is, must Mire left 0 mark on the flesh. There was no mark." "Why should auy one put one hand - on a woman and leave the other tin he ?" "euppose the other was not left den- glingr "Where was it, then 1." "On the wriet of some other person, possibly." "A nein had ettained the woman to lotoselfr said incredolotIsly, "NI ore prohnley the other way rotted." "Titers even more mihellevable." "Not 11 you mushier the evidence. You will remember tlint your mysterl- etts visitor, while talking witli yoe, ear- rled a heavy bundle. The manacles were, I infer, in that." "But 'what eonceivable motive could the dead woman have lit dressing het - elf up like a party, gmng to meet n man and Chaining him to herself?" "When you have a bizarre crime you must look for blzarte Motives. Just at present I'm dealing with facts. The item was on the left wrist of the body; therefore it Was on the right wrist Of the unknown COmpanion. It Is natural to vertptt4 Attlett, deft pigbn atliluUrLtliwiuILitrIgiiL'tElhid. Hence, presumably. your visitor was the one who clamped the cuffs." "And the man broke off his?" "Yes. But only after a struggle, un- doubtedly. If I 'could find a mart with a badly bruised rigbt wrist I should consider the trains end in sight. You'll make inquiries, will you, Mr. Bain?" "I will; and I will keep an eye on Len Schlager and the doe. Anything more now? If not I'll say good night." After the lawyer had made his way into the darkness Kent turned to his host. "This affair is really becoming a very pretty problem. Why didn't you tell me of your meeting with Simon P. Groot?" "Who?" • • • "The patriarch in the circus wagon." "Oh, I'd forgotten. Why, when 1 was trying to trail the woman I chanced upon him and asked if he had seen her. He hadn't." "He had. Also he heard u terrified cry shortly after. The cry, he thought, was in a man's voice. Simon 1'. Groot isn't wholly lacking in sense of obser- vation." "A man's voice in a cry? What could that mean?" "Oh, any one of several hundred un- thinkable things," said Kent patiently. "Wait! She must ha t' attached some other man as she did me. She was going to 11 rendezvous, wasn't she? 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