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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1914-11-05, Page 7November stb, 1914 THE WINGHAM TIMES Page 7 .0,,,e•AhsV,..al„,as,,..„rrsesa.,,,rees=sri.,,,,,teLehtchessessechesschhsv •,1.9 AO OW • dr90 AO • 00 • ,00 • * • ,./0 •R., • iiZ• W.• W.• 1M-• • ••••, • , AZ% ail wed?" Without replying Blair gave the s. le 6'.1) e SECRET of (6 * f6 I)" LONESOME COVE ; . . ' . — tftfe .1.0 r) T 1.0 • M f.e. rt By •Samuel Hopkins Adams f.0 fil 1./ in * si • Copyright 1912 by the Bobbs-Merril Cornaa.ny - lieiirehnelded. - "Don't you see that ' the last. thing the sheriff wants to do as arrest anybody?" "No, I don't." "Why, he has the body safely buried now, You'll remember that he was in . a great hurry to get it buried. Ideal- 1 cat1on is what he dreaded. Danger of identification is now over. If any one should be arrested the body would be exhumed and the danger would re • turn in aggravated form. No; he I 'wants you suspected, not arrested." "He is certainly getting his wish." "For the present. Well, I'm off." "Why don't you move your things 'from the hotel and stay here with 'me?" suggested Sedgwick. ' "Getting nervous?" inquired Kent. "It isn't that, but I think I could make you more comfortable." Kent shook his head. "Thank you, but I don't believe I'd better. When I'm at work on a case I need privacy. No house, not even a man's own, can „possibly be 'so private as a strange thotel." "Perhaps you're right," admitted the other with a laugh, then lapsing into pronounced gloom for •the first time •he said, "It seems pretty tough that I should be in all this coil and tangle because a crazy Woman happened by ' merest chance to make a call on me." Kent's 'pipe glowed in the darkness :and silence before he replied. Then he delivered himself as follows: "Sedg- •avick"—puff---"try"—puff—"to forget if you can"—puff—puff—"that stuff about sthe crazy woman"—pufe—puff—puff. -.- —"Forget it? How should I? Why • should I?" "Because"—puff--"you're absolutely on the" —puff — puff — "wrong track. Good night." Sundayman's Creek road, turning • aside just before it gains the turnpike to. the Eyrie hotel to evade a stretch • of marsh, travels on wooden stilts across a deep clear pool fed by a • spring. The most rigorous constable • could have found no basis for protest in the pace maintained across' the litridge by a light electric car, carry - g a short, slender, elderly man, who ' peered out with weary eyes into the :.glory of the July sunshine. At the end of the bridge. the car stopped to allow it% occupant a better view of a figure . prostrate on the brink of the pool. .presently the figure came to the pea - stare of all fours. The face turned -upward, and the motorist caught the glint of a monocle. Then the face tamed again to its quest "Are you looking for something Jost?" asked the man in the car. "Pm hoping to discover the eggs of certain neuropterous insects." "Ald You are an entomologist, then." "To some extent." "So was I, once—when I had more . :time. Business_ has drawn my atten- tion, though never my interest, away from It. I've entirely dropped mat •.•reading in the last year. By the way, Were you here in time to witness the :swarm of antlopas last month? Rather unusual, I think." "No, I missed that. What wail the ,feature, specially?" `SsThe suddenness of the appearance. You know, Efelmtmd says that"— The stranger went on at some length. He appeared to be an inter- .ested rather than a learned student of ethe Subject As he •talked, sitting on 4he step of his car, from which he hal descended, the other studied him, his ,quiet but forceful voice, his severely 'handsome face, with its high brows, .hiu•sh nose, and chiseled outlines, from Which the eyes looked forth, thought - lent, alert, yet with the gaze of a man in . Presently he remarked very .courteottslY, "'firm aresieing back to the hotel, War News • Affected Her. Asj111. 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My name is Chester Kent." "Not the Professor Kent of the Ram- say case?" "The same, You know, Mr. Blair, I've always believed that you bad raore of a hand in Rarasay's death than I. Now, if you wish to withdraw your offer of a lift"— "Not at all. A man who has been so abused by the newspapers as I can stand a little plain speaking. For all that, on my word, Professor Kent, had no band in sending Ramsay on that dirty business of his." The scientist considered him thought- 1 fully. "Well, I believe you," said he I shortly, and got into the machine. CHAPTER IX. Chester Kent Declines a Job. 46HIS meeting is a fortunate T chance for me," said Blair presently. "Chance?" murmured Kent interrogatively. The car swerved sharply, but florae- diately resumed the middle of the road. "Certainly, chance," said the motor- ist "What else should -It be?'-' "Of course," agreed Kent "As you say." "I said fortunate," continued the oth- er, "because you are, I believe, the very man I want. There is an affair which has been troubling me a good deal. I haven't been able to look into it per- sonally because of the serious illness of my son, who is at my place on Sun- dayman's creek. But it is in your Ilne, being entomological and perhaps crim- inal." "What is it?" asked Kent "An inexplicable destruction of our stored woolens by the clothes moth. You may perhaps know that I am president of the Kinsella mills. We've been having a great deal of trouble this spring, and our superintendent be- lieves that some enemy is introducing the pest into our warehouses. Will you take the case?" "When?" "Start tonight tor Connecticut." Chester Kent's long fingers went to the lobe on his ear. "Give me until 3 o'clock this afternoon to consider. Can I reach you by telephone?" "Yes, at Hedgerow house, nay place." "That is hosv far from here?" "Fourteen miles. But you need not come there. r could return to the ho- tel to conclude arrangements. And I think," he added significantly, "that you would find the prbject a profitable one." "Doubtlese. Are you weg acquainted with this part of the country, Mr. Blair?" "Yes; I've bean coming here for years." "Is there an army post near by?" "Not within a hundred miles." "Nor any officers on special detail about?" "None so far as I know." Kent produced from his pocket the silver star with the shred of cloth "aeas. * osieseeahe 'Ye., *Ir. It was inquired for only yesterday by Mr. Biala"' steering handle a Vick sweep, and the car drew up before a drug store, Ile took the star and tens gone n row minutes. "Not all wool," he announcee on hie return, "Exit the army or navy officer," re- marked Kent, "Why so?" "Because regulations require all wool garments—and get them, W Hat Is the fabric?" "A fairly good mixture, from the very elementary chemical test I made." "Thank you, Mr. Blair. You've elim- inated one troublesome bypothesis for me. I'll telephone you before 3 o'clock. Good day." Faun the woolen ma n ufactu rer T Chester Kent went direct to the Mar, a HAD A BAD COLD WITH PROLONGED COUGHING. TRIED NEARLY EVERYTHING FINALLY DR. WOOD'S NOE'VAY PINE SYRUP CURED HIM. t Mr. Wallace II. Grange, Vancouver, B.C., writes; "During a cold spell here ihout the middle of last October (1913), caught a cold which got worse despita 11 treatments I could obtain, until tindale Center library, where he inter- viewed the librarian. "Do you get the agriculture depart - went publications?" "Yes." "Have you a pamphlet issued by the bureau of entomology, Helmund on 'The Swarm Phenomenon In Lepidop- tera?'" "Yes, sir. It was inquired for only yesterday by Mr. Blair." "Ah, yesi He's quite interested in the subject, 1 believe." "It must be quite recent, then," said the librarian. "We haven't seen him here for a long time until two qays ago, when he came and put in a morn- ing reading on insects." "So, Mr. Alexander Blair," said Kent, addressing the last fence post on the outskirts of the town, after a thought- ful walk, "that was a fatal break on your part, that mention of Helmund. Amateurs who have wholly dropped a subject since years back don't usually know publications issued only within three months. That casual meeting with me was wen carried out, and you called it chance. A very palpably manufactured chance! But why an 1 worth so much trouble to know? And why does Alexander Blair leave a desperately ill son to arrange an er- rand for nee at this particular time? And is Hedgerow !muse, fourteen miles distant and possessing just such an electric car as a woman would use In driving round the country, per - baps the place whence came Sedg- wick's sweet lady of mystery? Finally, what connection has all this with the body lying in A.nnalaka burying ground?" Eliciting no reply from the fence post, Kent returned to the Eyrie, call- ed up Hedgerow house and declined Blair's proposition. Early that evening Francis Sedg- wick came to the hotel, "Mr. Kent? I'm afraid you can't see him, sir. He isn't in his room," said the clerk. "Isn't he about the hotel?" The clerk hesitated. "I ought not to tell you, sir, for It's Mr. Kent's I strict orders not to be disturbed, but he's in his special room. Is It any- ' thing very important? Any new evi- dence or something of that sort?" • "That is what I want Mr. Kent to decide." '` "In that case I might take the re- sponsibility. But I think I had bet- ter take you to him myself." After the elevator had carried them to the top of its run, they mounted a flight of stairs and walked to a far collier of the building. "Nobody's been in here since he took it," explained the clerk as they • walked. "Turned all the furniture out. Special lock on the door. Some kind of ecientific experiments, I suppose. •• He's very quiet about it." f Having reached the door, he dis- creetly tapped. No answer came. Somewhat less timidity characterized hi A o 1 of about November 22nd, a friend said, 'Why not try Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup?' Really, I had no faith in it at the time as had tried nearly every other remedy I had. heard of, to no avail, but I thought I would give this last remedy a trial. purchased a 50 cent bottle, and in three days I was feeling a different man. My cold was so hard, and the coughtng so prolonged, that vomiting occurred after a hard spell of coughing. / carried the bottle in my pocket, and every tirne I was seized with a coughing spell I would take a small dose. I can most heartily recommend Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup to anyone with a severe cold, as its powers are most marvelous, and I never intend being without it at all times." When you ask for "Dr. Wood's" see that you get what you ask for. It is put up in a yellow wrapper; three pine trees the trade mark; the price, 25e and 50; manufactured only by The T. Milburn Co,. Limilcd, Toronto, Out s next effort.gr wsurpass- ing savagery from within was his reward. "Yon see, Mr. Sedgwick," said the clerk. Raising his voice he called, "Mr. Kent, I've brought"— "Get away and go to the devil!" cried a voice from inside in fury. "What do you mean by"— "It's I, Kent, Sedgwick. I's* got to see you." ; There was a silence of some seconds. I "What do lou want?" asked Kent at length. "You told me to come at once 11 any- thing turned up." sighed Kent. "Well, chase tbat infernal bellboy to the stairs, and rs let you in." • With a wry face the clerk retired. Kent opened the door and 14 friend squeezed througb hito a bare room. The walls were hung and the floor was • carpeted with white sheets. There was no furniture of any kind unless a narrow mattress In one corner could be to) reckoned. "It's happened!" announced Sedg- wick. "Has it?" said Kent. "Lean up against the wall and make yourself at home. Man, you're shakingl" "You'd shake, too," retorted the art- ist his voice trembling. "No; anger doesn't affect me that way. Wait! Now, don't tell Me yet. It I'm to have a report it must be frOm a sane man, not from one in a blind fury. Take time and cool down. What do you think of my room?" "WhaVe the garne?" asked Sedg- wick, interested in spite of himself. hanging to it. "This may or may not "It dates back to our c011ege days. he an impertant clew to the curious Do you remernber that queer fresh - death that occurred here three days man, Berwind?" ego." "It looks like the star from tbe cel- lar of an officer. I should say positive- ly that It was from an arnly or naVY unifOrm." "Are you yourself an expert in vrool- en fabrics, Mr. Blair?" "I haY0 been."' "Could you tell trona that tiny frog. R••••••••••••••••Mo••••••••Amomme rise hUbre him visually iig,ainst the blankness. Did you ever figure out now he managed to do It?" "Not exactly." 'For years I've kept a bare' white room in ray Washinkton house to do tuy hard thinking his When your af- fair promised to become difficult fbr me l rigged up this spot. And I'm trying to see things against the walls." "Any particular kind of things?" Kent produced the silver star from his pocket and told of its discovery. "Sedgwick, what was it your visitor said to you about Jupiter?" , "She didn't mention Jupiter." "No, of course not. Not by name. But what was it she said about the planet that she pointed out over the sea?" "Oh, was that Jupiter? How did you know?" "Looked last night, of course," said Kent impatiently. "There's no other planet conspicuous over the sea at that hour from where you stood. That's not important, at least not now: Winat did she ?,, "Oh, some rot about daring to folloW her gar and find happiness and that perhaps it might leach me to glory or something." A kind of snort came from Kent. "Where have toy brains been?" he cried. He thrust the bit of embroid. ery b kit his pocket. Then with an abrupt change of tone: "Well, is your temper in hand?" "For the present." "Tell m about it then" "You remember the—the picture o the face?" said Sedgwick, with an et fort. "Nobody would easily forget it." "I've been doing another portrai , from the sketches. It was on opaqu glass, an experimental medium tha I've worked on some. Late this after- noon I went out, leaving the glee ela e_t,_ 4,94 ed ageln .13._ light 12oerd "The mind reader? Yee. The poor chart went Insane aftenvare "Yes. It wan a weak Inlnd, but a eingularly receptive one. Yon know We need to 'force ntimbens or playing eards Upon his conscionsuese by mere- ly thinldng of them.'' "I recollect. His method was to stand gazing at a blank wait 84 iiald 121Saltileih0 or Lick Oct idol° atotli th"biect zemilduklagaL EARN;—=SAVE Reading Advertisements Will Help You Do Both By HOLLAND. 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Yet somebody came in and smashed ray picture to fragnaentia If I can anti that wan, Kent, I'll 14.11 hint" Kent glanced at the artist's long, strong hands. They Were clinched on bis knees. The lingers were bloodless. "ll believe you would," said the ecien- tist, with convletion. "You mustn't, you know. No lineries at present. AnYthing else in your place damaged?" "Not that 1 noticed. But 1 didn't pay much attention to anything else. I came here direct to find you." "That's right Well, I'm with you for the Nook." ' Locking his curious room after him. Kent led the way to the hotel lobby, where he stopped only longenoughto send some telegrams. The sun was still a few minutes short of its setting when he and his companion emerged from the hotel. Kent at once hroke into a trot — CHAPTER X. The. Invasion. SUCH ruin as had been wrought in Sedgwiek's studio was strict- ly localized. The easel lay on the floor, with its rear leg Cri3M- pled. Around it were scattered the fragments of the glass upon which the painter bad set his tuber of love. A high old fashioned chair faced the wreckage. On its peak was /meg a traveling cap. Lopping across the back sprawled a Norfolk jacket belong- ing to Sedgwick. Chester Kent lifted the coat and after a swift survey let It drop. , "Did you leave that there?" he asked. "I hung it across the back of the chair," answered Sedgwick. "North window closed?" "Yes, as you see it now." "And west one open?" "Nothing has been changed, I tell you, except this." Sedgwiek's hand, outstretched toward the destroyed por- trait, condensed itself involuntarily into a knotty fist. Sedgwick took the Nortolk jacket from the chair. "Why, there's a hole through it!" he exclaimed. "Exactly. The path of the invader." "A bullet!" "Right again. Instead of murdering, as you pine to do, you've been murder- ed. That the picture was destroyed Is merely a bit of ill fortune. That you weren't inside the coat when the bullet went through it and cut the prop from your easel is a bit of the other kind. Hang up the coat, please." . Sedgwick obeyed. "There," said Kent, viewing the re- sult from the window. "At a distance of,, say a quarter of a mile, that ar- rangement of coat and cap would look uncommonly like a man sitting in a chair before his work. At least I should tJaink so. And yonder thicket on the hillside," he added, looking out of the window again, "is just about that distance and seems to be tbe only spot in sight giving a straight range. Suppose we run up there." Sound as was his -condition Sedg- wick was panting when he brought up at the spot some yards behind his long limbed leader. As the scientist had surmised, the arrangement of coat ited cap In the studio presented at that dis- tance an excellent simulacrum of the rear view of a man lounging in a chair. Bidding the artist stay outside the copse, Kent entered on hands and knees and made extended exploration. After a few moments the sound of low lugubrious whistling was heard from the trees, and presently the musician emerged leading himself by the lobe of his ear. "Evidently you've found something," commented Sedgwick. "I'm sallsfied that some one fired a shot from here. The marksman—a good one—saw you, as he supposed, jerk to the shot as if viith a bullet throttla you and went away satisfied." "Leaving no trace behind him," add- ed Sedgwick. "No trace that is tangible. Therein lies the evidence." "Of course you don't expect me to follow that" "Why not? Look at tbe ground in the thicket." "What Is there to be seen there, since you've said there are no marks?" "The soil is very soft." "Yes; there's a spring just back of us." "Yet,there's not a footprint discerni- ble on it." "I've got Met part of the lesson by tre‘ftrcirts,elt.ohliirukb."r a% on It, then. Some one designing to make you his target has beeu in this thicket; been and gone and left the place trackless. That some one was a keen, soft footed woodsman. Putting it in words of , one syllable, I should say he probably had the racial instinct of the bunt. Does that flush any idea from your brain?" "Racial instinct? Gansett Jim!" said Sedgwick. "Exactly. If 1 bad found tracks all over the place, I sbould have known it wasn't he. Finding nothing, I was naturally pleased." "That's more than I am," retin'ted the other. "1 suppose he's likely to re- sume his gunnery at any time." "Unless we can discourage him, as I expect we can." "By having !dna arrested?" "DIfficelties might be plat in our way. Sheriff Len Schlager and the Ihnlf breed are In soine sort of loose partnership in this affair, as you know. Gansett altiti hbnestly thinks that you had a hand In the Lonesome CoVe Mercier, as he believes it to be. 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Ten o'clock had chimed across the hill from the distant village when he heard footsteps and at a call from Kent step. ped out into the clear, holding the lan- tern above him. The light showed a strange spectacle. Keut, watchful, keen, ready as a cat to spring, stood with his eyes fixed upon the distorted face of the half breed, Terror, rage, overmastering amazement and the soul panic of the supernatural glared from the blue white eyeballs of the negro, but the jaw and chin were set flrm in the stoicism of the Indian. In dint strange racial confliet of emotions the fiercer strain won. Grinsett Jim's frame relaxed. Re grunted, "Good boy, Jim!" Chester Kent's voice at the half breed's ear was the voice of ono who soothes an affrighted horse. "I didn't know whether you could stend it or not. You see, you didn't shoot Mr. Sedgwick after ail" sHunno what you meat)," grunted Gansett JIm, "Anil you mustn't Shoot at him any more." continued the seleritiet. The tone was soft as a winesn's, but Sodg. Wick felt In it the ten .ity of a men ready for any extreme. Perhaps the hall breed, too, felt the peril of that determinntionfor he Mang his head. "I've brought you here to allow you Why, 'Pity good hoed, now. A man treveling it It Wagon Was Wet here, Mt —lys, hy a Woman--Yoil Undetetand ,pv±imied, him, end, tivn went on. He' followed the trait 0-11'1:nigh the brush and found the signs of a fight. The fight took place before the death. Here's the lantern. Take MS trail from here." Without a word the half breed snatched the light and plenged into a bypath. After it few minutes of swift going he pulled up short In an open copse of ash and set the lantern on the ground. Houndlike he nosed about the trodden earth. Suddenly he 'aught tip the lantern, which had rolled from his hand, and threw its light upon Sedg- wick's foot. Then he turned away. Kent whistled softly. The whistle had a purring quality of content, "Not the same as the footpvint, eh?" be remarked. "Footprint too small," grunted Gan - sett Jim. "How many people—two?" "Three." "Three, of course. I had forgotten the circus wagon man. He came later. But, Jim, you see it wasn't Mr, Sedg- wick." "What he follow for?" demanded the other savagely. "No evil purpose. VII van take his trail from the circus wagon and fol- low that, if you went to satisfy your- self further that he wasn't here. I'll let yon have the lantern. Only, re- member, now: No more shooting at the wrong man:" The half breed made no reply. "And you, Sedgwick. Here's the de- stroyer. 1)0 you still want to kill him?" "I suppose not," replied the artist lifelessly. "Since bis design was only against your life and not against your pic- ture," commented tient with a smile. "Well, our night's work is done." Lift- ing the lantern, he held 'It in the Nee of the half breed. "Jim!" "Huh!" 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