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By Samuel Hopkins Adams
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HesitaneY flickered in Mr. Blalr's
lace for a brief moment. Then, with
'het jaw, he came on.
Two men of cOurege to deal with
In a single night. TIAat's all out of
proportion," commented the voice with
a slight laugh. "Mr. Blair, 1 really
.should dislike shooting you."
"Who ore you?" demanded Mr. Blair.
"Chester Kent."
"What are you doing on my prop-
-'erty at this hour?"
"Digging."
"Ali!" It was hardly an exclama-
'bon; rattier, it was a contained cone
Inentary. Mr. Blair had noted the ex•
lamed eaelret "You might better
baste taken my offer," he continued
after a pause of some seconds. "I
'think, sir, you have dug the grave of
.your Own career."
, "That remains to be seen,"
"Schlager! Are you there?"
• "Yes, Mr. Blair. They've broken my
'wrist and got my gun."
, "Who are they?"
"Francis Sedgwick is the other, at
your service," answered the owner of
'that name.
An extraordinary convulsion of rage
distorted the set features of the elder-
ly roan.
"Yon!" be cried. "Haven't you done
...enough without this?" .
CHAPTER XV.
The Turn of the Game.
TRICKEN with amazement at
the hatred in the tone, Sedg-
wick stood staring. But Kent
stepped before the advancing
• man. "This won't do," he said firmly.
"We can't any of us afford
"I can," contradicted Mr. Blair.
"You would gain nothing by it I'
one of us is killed the other will finish
‘the task. You know what I am here
sfor, Mr. Blair. I purpose to open that
,coffin and then go."
"No," said the master of Hedgerow
house. And it was twenty years ago
• since his "no" had been overborne.
returned Chester Kent quietly.
e'Mr. Blair's arm rose, steady and
stillow, with the inevitable motion oC
.machinery.
"If you shoot," pointed out Kent,
"you will rouse the house. Is there no
one there from whom you wish to con-
ceal that coffin?"
The arm rose higher until the muz-
zle of the pistol glared like a baleful,
lusterless eye into Kent's face. In-
•h.tead of making any counter motion
With the sheriff's revolver the scien-
tist turned on his heel, walked to
Sedgwick and. handed him the weapon.
"I'm going to open the coffin, Prank,"
:•he anneunced. "That pistol of Mr.
Allair's is a target arm. It has only
One shot"
"True," put in its owner, "but I can
Score 120 with it at a hundred yards."
"If he should fire, Frank, wing him.
-1And then, whatever happens, get that
•casket open. That is the one thing
•'you must do -for me and yourself."
Sedgwick stepped to within two
,paces of Blair. "Blair," he said, with
a snarl, "you so much as think with
that trigger finger and you're dead!"
"No; no killing, Prank," counter -
:Mended Kent. "In his place you'd
:perhaps do as he is doing."
He worked the blade of a spade
-craftily under the lid and began to
,pry. The cover gave' slightly.
'Blair's pistol sank to his side. "1
-shotald have shot before warning you,"
the said bitterly. "Violating graves is,
I suppose, your idea of a lawful and
-Orderly proceeding."
The rending crackle of the hard,
,heavy wood was his answer, Kent
eoped and struggled up, bearing a
-shapeless heavy object in his arms.
The object seemed to be swathed in
-sacking. Kent jet et fall to the
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"Open your eyes! Look! Lookl" cried
Kent.
gro dna; wh1fi it I °Ty ed
right," said he, with a strong exhala-
tion of relief. "1 knew it must be
And yet -well, one never is absolute
In certainty. And if I'd been wrong I
think, Frank, we could profitably have
used that gun on ourselves. You can
drop it now. Come over here."
Courageous though Sedgwick was,
hi,s nerves were of a highly sensitive
order, He shuddered back. "I don't
believe I can do it, Chet"
"You must. As a witness. Come,
brace up!"
Setting the bullseye lantern down,
Kent produced a pocketknife, Sedg-
wick drew a long breath, and, walk -
Ing over, crouched, steeling his nerves
against the revelation that should come
when the cords should be cut and the
swathings reveal their contents. "If
1 keel over, don't let me tumble into
the grave," he said simply and choked.
the last word off from becoming a cry
of horror as he beheld his friend drive
the knife blade to the hilt in the body
and then whip It across and downward
with a long. rippleg draw under which
the harsh cloth sang hideously.
"Open your eyes! Look, leek!" cried
Kent heartily.
A strong trickle of sand Sowed out
of the rent in the sack and spread upon
the ground.
"That is all," said Kent,.
Relief clamored within Sedgwick for
expression. He began to laugh in
short choking spasms.
"Quietl" warned Mr. Blair, in a bro-
ken tone of appeal. "You've found out
the secret. God knows what you'll
do with it. But there are innocent
people in the house. What is this mat-
ter? Blackmail?"
Kent's face withdrew, as it were, be-
hind his inscrutable half smile.
"Peace, if you will," said he. "A truce
at least."
"1 should like to know just how
much you know."
"An offer. I will tell you whenever
•you are ready to tell me all that you
know. I think we are mutually in
need of each other."
"I wish you were at the bottom of
that pit," retorted the other grimly.
"You and your scoundrel of a timid
with you."
'Thank you for myself," said Sedg-
wick. "If you were twenty year
younger I would break every bone In
your body for that."
"Steady, Frank," put in Kent. "Judge
no man by his speech who has been
through what Alexander Blair has
been through tonight,. Mr. Blair," he
added, "you've refused ray offer. 0
is Still open. And as an extra I will
undertake for Mr. Sedgwick and my-
self that this- night's :affair shell be
kept seeret And, now, the next thing
is to cover the evidence. Spades,
Frank."
The two men took up their tools.
"I'll spell you," said Alexander
Blair, and they hurriedly reinterred
the sack of clean sand Which bore the
naMe of Wilfrid Blair.
"And noW," said Chester Kent pet-
ting his blistered palms as the last
shovelful of dirt Was tamped ,down,
"I'll take you back with Me, Mr. Sher -
id, to SedgWiek's place and do the
best 1 eala for you till the morning.
About 0 o'clock well- find you uneon-
eeleus boleve the cliffs where you fell
In the darknele. EhP
Despite his path the Sheriff grinned.
"X guess that's as good as the net
lie," he steteuteeeed. "You figbt raiz;
profeetor."
"Then answer me a felr griestion.
What Were you doing at Iii?dgerOW.
holegi; toht?" 4
"Why, you see," drawled tlie oft -
Mal, "I saw you fishin' that strewn,
and it come to iny mind that you woe
castinaround for mere than trout
that wasn't there. But I didn't hard-
ly think you'd conae• so soon, and
was asleep when the noise or the
spade on the collin woke me."
"Bad work and clumsy," commented
Kent, with a scowl. "Come along.
My ear will carry three, Sedgwielt
can sit on the floor. (Seed night, Mr.
Blair. All aboard, Frank."
There was no answer,
"What became of Sedgwick?" de-
manded Kent.
"He was here half a minute ago.
swear to that," Muttered the slier -
BY.
Kent stared anxiously about hum.
"Frank, Frank!" he called half under
his breath.
"Not too loud," besought Alexander
Blair.
The clouds closed over the moon.
Somewhere in tbe open a twig crackled.
Sedgwick had disappeared.
* * * * * * 4,
Hope had surged up sudden and
fierce in Sedgwick's heart at the gleam
of a candle in EledgeroNv house. Silent-
ly •ho laid his revolyer beside his spade
and slipped into the eltadows.
He heard Kent's impatient query.
He saw him as he picked up the re-
linquished weapon and examined it,
and, estimating the temper of lals
friend, was sure that the scientist
would not stop to search for him. In
this he was right. Taking the sheriff
by the arm, Kent guided him through
the creek and into the darkness be-,
yond. Mr. Blair, walking with heavy
steps and. fallen head, made his way
back to the house. Sedgwick heard
the door close behind him. A light
shone for a time in the second story.
ft disappeared. With indnite caution,
Sedgwick made the detour, gained the
rear of the house, and skirting the
north wing, stepped forth in the bright
moonlight, the prescience of passion
throbbing wildly in his breast.
She sat at the window, head high to
him, bowered in roses. Her face was
turned slightly away. Her long, fine
hands lay, inert, on the sill. Her
face, purity itself in the pure enoon-
light seemed dimmed with weariness
and strain, a flower glowing through
a mist.
With' a shock of retnernbrauce that
was almost grotesque, Sedgwick real-
ized that he had no name by which
to call her. So he allied her by the
name that is Love's own.
She did not change her posture. But
her lips parted.' Her lids drooped and
quivered. She was as one in a lovely
dream.
Re stepped toward ber and spoke
again.
"You!" she cried, and her voice
breaking from a whisper into a thrill
of pure music, "You!"
Bending, he pressed his lips on bee
hands and felt them tremble beneath
his kiss. They were withdrawn ann
fluttered for the briefest moment at
his temples. Then she spoke, hurried-
ly and softly.
"You must go -at once: At once!"
"When I have just found you?"
"If you have any care for me -for
my happiness, for my good name-ge
away from this house of dread."
"What?" said Sedgwick sharply. "01
dread? What do you do here, then?"
"Suffer," said she. Then bit her lips.
"No, not I didn't mean it. It is only
that the mystery of it- I am un•
strung and weak. Tomorrow all wili
be right. Only go."
"I will," said Sedgwiek firmly. "And
you shall go with me."
"I? Where?"
He caught her hand again mid heft
it to his heart -"To
"See the gold eir and the silver fade
And the last bird fly into the last night,"
he whispered.
"Don't!" she begged. "Not that! It
brings back that week too poignantly.
Oh, my dear; please. please go."
"Listen," he said "Heart of my
heart, 1 don't know what curse hange
over this house, but this I do know.
that 1 cannot leave you here. Come
with Inc now. I will find some place
for you tonight, and tomorrow we will
be married."
With a sharp movement she shranh
back from him.
"Married! Tomorrow!" The words.
seemed to choke her. "Don't you lams
who I am?"
Fear chilled his mounting blood as
Kent's analysis of the probabilitiee
came back to hint.
• "If you are marrled already," he
said unsteadily, "it -it would be better
for me that Kent had let him shoot."
"Who?" elm cried. "What has been
passing here? You have been in dan-
ger?"
"What does it matter?" he returned.
"What does anything matter but" -
"Harter she broke in, a Spasm of ter-
ror contracting her face.
Footeteps sounded within. There
;was the noise of a door opening and
closing. Around the turn of the wing
Alexander Blair stepped into vieev. His
pistol was still in his Wind.
"Still here, sir?" he thquired with
en effect of murderous courtesy. "You
add spying to your other practices,
then." He took a step fortvard Mad
saw the girl. "My God, Marjorie!" he
cried.
Sedgwiek tanned white at the cry,
but faced the older man steadily.
"I fear, sir," he said, "that I have
mnde n terrible mistake. The blame
Is wholly mitte. I beg yo`li to believe
that 1 came here wholly without the
knowledge of -of your wife" -
"Of -Whom?" exclahned Bhtir, and,
In the sane Moment, the girl cried
(Mt, "Ob, no, no; not thee"
"Not?" egelalmed Sedgwick. "Thee --
"Marjorie," Interrupted Mr. Blair, "I
think yell had best go be your wenn"
The gIrV5 oft lips straightened into
a line of inflexibility. "X -Wish to lipeak
tO Mr. OttOlek,"Jibe , „
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"Speak, Then, nud (pilekly,"
"No; I wish to speak to him alone.
There' Is an explanation which I owe
, him."
"And there is one which he owes
you," retorted Blair. "As he seems to
have been too cowardly to give it, I
will supply his deficiencies. In order
that there may be no misunderstand-
ing. let me present Mr. Francis Sedg-
wick, the murderer."
, A low cry, the most desolate, the
moat stricken sound that Sedgwick
had ever heard from human lips, trem-
bled on the air. Before he could
gather his senses to retort and deny
she had drawn herself to her feet, and
the rose bowered window framed only
"-emptiness.
"Is it possible that you really be-
lieve it?" Sedgwick exclaimed.
"So possible that but for the scan-
dal 1 would do what I cannot invoke
the law to do and exact life for life.
And, to crown all, I find you with my
son's wife" -
"Your son's Nvifef" The cry burst
from Sedgwick's lips.
-"In the dead of night at a ren-
dezvous," concluded Blair.
"That is a lie," said Sedgwick very
low, "for which I shall kill you if you
dare repeet it even to your own
thoughts. It was no rendezvous. Is
your mind so vicious that you can't
believe in innocence? Stop and think'
How could it have been a rendezvous
when I came here, as you know, for
another purpose?"
"That is true," said the other
thoughtfully. "That still remains to
be explained."
"By you," returned the artist. "You
speak of your son's wife. To carry
out the farce of the sham burial
shouldn't you have said his `widow'?"
"The widow of a day, as you ,well
know," answered Mr. Blair bitterly.
: "As I do not know at all. But
think I begin to eee light. The rose
topazes on the dead woman's neck.
Her topazes. That helps to clear it up.
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"If you are married already,' he said
unsteadily._
o' love of Wilfrid t Sh-e- cathe
here either to reassert her sway over
him or to blackmail him. He gave her
his wife's jewels. When he followed
her to the cliffs and killed her, perhaps
In a drunken frenzy. And you, Mr.
Alexander Blair, to save your son have
concealed him somewhere, bribed the
sheriff and the medical officer, contriv-
ed this false death and burial and are
now turning suspicion on a man you
know to be innocent further to fortify
your position. But what damnable lie
have you told her?"
During this exposition Alexander
Blair'e face was a study in changing
emotions. At the close his thin lips
curled in the suggestion of a sardonic
grin.
"I leave yoll to the company of your
theory, sir." said he, and the door
doge(' sharply after him.
Three hours later, wet and bedrag-
gled, but with a fire at his heart, the
nightfarer came to his home and roused
Kent from slumber on the studio
couch.
In brief outline Sedgwick told of the
moonlight interview.
"Do you know," Kent said, "I would
not wonder if Blair really thought you
the murderer. Yours is a very inter-
esting and ingenious theory. But the
fact is that Wilfrid Blair was dead
before his father ever learned of the
tragedy of Lonesome Cove."
CHAPTER XVI.
Chance Sits In.
UIT case at his side, Chester Kent
stood on the platform of the
Martindale Center station wait-
ing for the morning train to Bos-
ton. Before him paced Sedgwick, with
a face of storm.
"This is something I must do for my-
self," the artist declared. "Chet, I
must see her again," pleaded Sedg-
wick. "I must" -
"Exhibit that tact and delicacy
which you displayed at your last meet-
ing," broke in Kent curtly. , "Asking
a woman to marry you on the day of
her husband's burial!"
"It wasn't her husband's burial."
"She supposed It was."
Sedgwick checked bus nervous pee-
rInragu'
. ,'Do you think so? You believe
she wasn't a party to that ghastly
d?,
"Certainly not. She attended . the
funeral ceremony in good faith. In
my belief the real circumstances of
Stair's death are as unknown to her as
they are to -to you."
"Assuming always that he is dead.
Your conndence being so sound, it
• must be based on something. How did
ie come to his death?"
"If I knew that 1 shouldn't be going
to Boston to consult an astrologer.
end you" -
"I am going back to Hedgerow
Souse," concluded the artist ohs*.
antely.
"Do you know Room 571 at the
Eyrie?" asked Kent abruptly.
"No. Yes; 1 do too."
"Walk up to the hotel. Give this
card to the clerks Get the key. Go •
to that room at once. Lie down on
your back with your eyes open and
think for one hour by the wntele If
at the end 'of that time you still be-
lieve you're right go ahead. Will you
do It?"
"Agreed. It's a bargain. But it
won't change My mind."
"A bargain's a Wesel:). It won't
need to," said Kent coolly. "By that
time, if I have any understnnding of
Mr. Alexander Blelr, he will have put
your lady Of mystery on the morning
train which leaves for Boston by one
of the other roads. It not, why, you
may take your Chance."
"Tickled!" said Sedgwick. "Well, 1
owe you too much to go thick on my
agreement. 13nt-see here, Kent. She's
goihg to Boston. You're going to Bos-
ton. You can easily find oat where
the Blain live, Go to her for me and
find"-
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w
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ander snVeI 1 love 'em. Between /
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looli her uP myself," -refiirned hIS
friend. "I'll wire you before I come.
G o4dyh
b yt. "
e way," said Kent, leaning
out from the car step upon which he
had swung himself, "don't be disturb-
ed if you miss that drawing which we
bought from Elder Dennett at a bar-
gain,"
"Miss it? Why, where is it?"
"In my suit case."
"What's it doing there?"
"Why, you see, if it's a sketch for a
Unished portrait by Elliott, as I sus-
Pee.t, some of the art people in Boston
might recognize it. Good luck! I hope
aot to see you soon -too soon, that is!"
' Chance and a deranged railway
schedule conspired agaiust the peace
3f mind of the shy and shrinking Kent.
Outside of Boston a few miles is a
junction and a crossing. Here Kent's
train was held up by some minor ac-
tddent. Here, too, the train from the
north on the other road stopped for
orders. Thus it was that Kent, step-
ping out to take the air, found hienself
looking into an open Pullman window
• it a woman's face framed in deepest
black.
"Mrs. Blair!"
For once in his life Chester Kent's
2outro1ied tongue had broken the leash.
Immediately he would have given a
considerable sum of money to recall
his 1mPulsive exclamation. He was in
In agony of shyness. But it was too
late. The girlish face turned.
"I beg p -p -Pardon." stuttered the man.
'Are you Mr. Blair? I'm Mrs. Kent."
IAt this astonishing announcement,
; amusement gleamed in the woman's
eyes and gave a delicate up twist to
the corners of the soft mouth.
"I don't recognize you In your pres-
ent attire. Mrs. Kent." she murniured.
"No. Of course not. 1-1- inonnt to
say -that is, you know"- Kent gath-
ered his forces, resolved desperately to
see it through now. "There are things
110 wonti.:oto ny
to soptieit,t1:11r,.toyou about. I wish
-Certainly not," replied she derisive-
ly. "I do not know you."
"1 am a friend of Francis Sedg-
wick. Try to believe me when I tell
you that I wish only to save both of
you misunderstanding and suffering -
needless misunderstanding and suffer-
ing." he ndded.
"It k too late." she Kahl hopelessly,
"Now. what cock and bull story lin
-
Alexander Blair told her?" Kent de-
manded of his mind. "Row much does
she know or how little?"
The jar and forward lurch of the car
before him brought him out of his rev-
erie.
"Ceti I see you In Boston?" he asked
hurriedly.
Sbe shook her head. "Not now. I
cnn see no one. And, remember, I do
not even know you."
Kent east about rapidly in his mind
as he walked along with the car for
some one who might be a common ac-
quaint:ince. Ile mentioned the name
ofn very great psychologist at Har-
vard. "Do you know him?" be asked.
eyes. He is my mother's half broth -
'And My valued friend," he cried.
"May I get him to bring me?" Ile was
almost running now beside the win-
dow. •
"Yes," she assented, "If you litaist.
But I will hear no word of -of your
friend."
"I understand. Agreed," called Kent.
"Toutoerow morning them"
Kent went direct to Cnuthridge. He
found his friend, one of the finest and
profotnalest philosophers ef his time,
sitting In a closed house °ger a Mae
of that form of solitaire atiproprlatelY
denonaina ted "idiot's delight"
"It Is long slut% you hteire done me
the honor to consult me," said the
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Kent outlined the case to him.
"You see," he said, "there is an ob-
vious connection between the unknown
body on the beach and the Blair trag-
edy."
"Poor .Marjorie!" exclaimed the old
man. "For her marriage I blame my-
self largely. When Marjorie Dorrance
was left an orphan I was her nearest
relative of an age and position such as
to constitute a moral claim of guard-
ianship. She visited here when she
was elghteen-came like a Hood of sun-
light into this house. A beautiful vivid
girl, half child, half woman; with a
beautiful vivid mind. When I return-
ed from one of my journeys into the
Past I found that Marjorie was en-
gaged to that wretched creature. Now.
be Is dead. Let be. I have seen lit-
tle of her in late years. God grant
tbelite with him has not crushed out
of her all her sweetness and happi-
ness..' .
"'While I am no judge of women,"
said Kent judicially, "I should ven-
ture to aver that it hasn't. But about
calling on her -my being a stranger,
you see -and in the first days of her
widowhood• -social conventions, and
that sort of thing."
"Mist and moonshine, my dear sir!
Moonshine and mist! Marjorie feels
no grief. She will pretend to uone-
not even to herself. I will take you
to her tomorrow."
"Blair III treated her?" asked Kent.
"Oh, ill treatment! That is a wide
term. I believe flint the poor weak-
ling did his best to keep faith and
honor. But ropes of mud are strong.
Those with which he lnul bouto ben -
self drew him resistlessly back to the
sewers. Here was but a marriage of
gin :nor at best."
"Does she kflow anythiug of the
manner of Blair's de:till?"
"No one knowe wueu uf It. from
what I understand, unless it be Alex-
ander Blair. l/ne of the family who
went to Hedgerow house tor the fu-
neral called upou me as a courtesy due
to :Mrs. BMWs nearest relative. Alex -
tinder Blair. he SI bit. was reticent. His
drend of imbileity is notorious. But
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