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The Wingham Times, 1915-03-25, Page 7March 25th 1915 aq THE WINGHAM TIMES AMMENEMEMUONSTME Ory t5Kr-,�,• the Case Jennie Brice ut By MARY Copyright, 1913, ROBERTS RiNEHART by the Bobbs-Merrill Company S`- EilltrilEMEENA 0 i 1 k II? SYNOPSIS Jennie Brice and her husband, Ladley, quarrel. She disappears from Mrs. Pit- man's boarding house during a Pittsburgh flood. There was ah um of conversation from tile other end, and then another man came to the telephone. "Cali you fled out where Miss Brice has gone? "I'll see," I went to Ladley's door and knocked. kir. Ladley answered from just be- yond. "The theater is asking where Mrs. Ladley is," "Tell them 1 don't know," he snarl- ed, and shut the door. I took his mes- sage to the telephone. Whoever it was swore and hung uT the receiver. All the morning I was uneasy—I .hardly knew why. Peter felt it as I -did. There was no sound from the Ladleys' room, and the house was •quiet, except for the lapping water on the stairs and the police patrol going back and forth. ' At 11 o'clock a boy in the neighbor- hood, paddling on a raft, fell -into the water and was drowned. I watched the police boat go past, carrying his jittle cold body, and after that I was -'.rood for nothing. I went and sat with Peter on the stairs. The dog's conduct bad been strange all morning. He had sat just above the water, looking at it and whimpering. Perhaps he was expecting another kitten or— It is hard to say how ideas first en- ter one's mind. But the notion that Mr. Ladley had killed his wife and -thrown her body into the water came to me as I sat there. All at once I • seemed to see it all --the quarreling the day before, the night trip in the boat, `.he water soaked slipper, his haard g;;°ace that morning—even the way the 1 spaniel sat and stared at the flood. Terry brought the boat back at half past 11, towing it behind another. "Well," I said from the stairs. "I hope you've had a pleasant morning.'' "What doing?" he asked, not looking at me. "Rowing about the streets. You've -had that boat for hours." He tied it up withodt a word to me, 'but he spoke to the dog. "Good morn- • ing, Peter," he said. "It's nice weath- • er—for fishes, ain't it?" . Ele picked out a bit of floating wood , from the 'nater. and, showing it to the dog, flung it into the parlor. fetor Went after it with a splash. Ile was pretty fat, and when he cattle heel: I -heard him wheezing. But what lie brought back was not the stick "f wood. It was the .knife I use I'or ela- ting bread. It had been nu a shelf in the room where I had slept the night before, and now Peter brought it est of the flood where its wooden battle i:.had kept it afloat. The blade was tiro - ken off short. It is not unusual to Ilnl one's house. 'hold goods floating ;indit ll dinette. Hood time. More th;ti Uliee I've lest a ..chair or two and seen It after the wa- iter bad gone down. new senuhlieu :toil painted, in Molly Magnin s kttclt'a .next door. And perhaps now enol then a bit of lurk would .,nue to nae n dog kennel or a chicken house. or it kitch- en table, or E'vea. aA ha 1 ipt`Ill'Il onr e, a month old belay in a VIsalcu .•male. that lodged against lay hark fence and had come forty miles. as It 19rhed out with no worse misluap Ihat it eoial iti oSifil'hen(L 'THE WEAK SPOT IN THE BACK. When the kidneys get ill the back ;gives out: But the back is not to blame. The ache comes from the kidneys, 'which lie under the small of the back. Therefore, dull pain in the back, or sharp, quick twinges, are warnings of sick kidneys—warnings of kidney trouble. Plasters and liniments will not cure a bad back, forthey cannot reach the kidneys which cause it, Doan's I:CiOney Pills reach the kidneys themselves. They are a special kidney and bladder medicine. They heal the diseased surface of kidneys and bladder. and help them to act freely and naturally. Mrs. Chester Ron titin, Port Coulofige, Que., writes: "I had been troubled with sore back for over four years, and could get nothing to do me ally good until I heard of your Doan's Kidney Pills. I got three boxes, and took them and now I am •completely cured." Doan's Kidney Pills are 50e a box, 3 boxes for $1.25, at all dealers or mailed direct on receipt of price by The T. Mil. burn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. When ordering direct specify "Doan'tf." But the knife was different. I had put it on the mantel over the stove I , was using upstairs the night before and hadn't touched it since. As I sat staring at it, Terry took it from Peter and handed it to me. "Better give me a penny, Mrs. Pit- man," he said in his impudent Irish way. "I hate to give you a knife. It : may cut our friendship." I reached over to hit him a clout on the head, but I did not. The sunlight was coming in through the window at the top of the stairs, and shining on the rope that was tied to the banister. The end of the rope was covered with stains, bright with a glint of red in them. I got up shivering. "You can get the meat at the butcher's, Terry," I said, "and come back for me in halt an hour." Then I turned and went upstairs, weak in the knees, to put on my hat and coat. I had made up my mind that there had been murder done. I looked at my clock as I went downstairs. It was just 12:30. I thought of telephoning for Mr..Reyn- olds to meet me, but it was his lunch hour, and besides, I was afraid to tele- phone from the house while Mn Lad - ley was in it. Peter bad been whining again. When I came down the stairs he had stopped whimpering and was wagging his tail. A strange boat had put into the hallway and was coming back. "Now, old boy!" somebody was say- ing from the boat. "Steady, old chap! I've got something for you!" A little man, elderly and alert, was standing up in the boat, poling it along with •an oar. Peter gave vent to joyful yelps. The elderly gentle- man brought his boat to a stop at the foot of the stairs and, reaching down into a tub at his feet. held up a large piece of raw liver. Peter almost went crazy, and I remember suddenly that I had forgotten to feed the poor beast for more than a day. "Would you like It?" asked the gen- tletnan. Peter sat up. as he had been taught to do. and barked. The gen- denten reached down again, got a wooden platter from a stack of them et his feet and. placing the liver on it, put it on the step. .The whole thing was so neat and businesslike that I could only gaze. "That's a well trained dog, madam," said the elderly gentleman, beaming at Peter over his glasses. "You should not have neglected him." "The flood put him out of my mind," I explained, humbly enough, for I was ashamed. "Exactly. Do you know bow many starving .flogs and cats I have found this morning?" He took a notebook out of his pocket and glanced at it. "Porty-eight! Forty-eight, madam! And ninety-three eats! I have found them marooned in trees, clinging to fences, flouting on barrels, and I have found them in comfortable houses where there was uo excuse for their neglect. Well, 1 must be moving on. I have the report of a cat with a new litter in the loft of a stable near here." He wiped his hands carefully on a fresh paper napkin, of which also a heap rested on one of the seats of the boat and picked up an oar, smil- ing benevolently at Peter. Then sud- denly he bent over and looked at the Stained rope end tied to the stair rail. "What's that?" he said. "That's what I'm going to find out," 1 replied. I glanced up at the Lad- leys' door, but it was closed. 'l'Ite little man dropped his oar and, fumbling in his pocekts, pulled out a small magnifying gloss. He bent over, holding to the rail, 'and inspected the stains with the glass. I had tak- en a fancy to him at once, and in spite of my excitement I had to smile a little. •'IIumph," he said and looked up at me; "that's blood! Why did you cut the boat loose?" "I didn't" I said. "if that is blood I want to know how it got there. That was a new rope last night" I glanced at the Ladleys' door again, and be followed my eyes. "I wonder," he said, raising his voice a little, "If I come into your lcitcheu if you will allow me to fry a little of that liver. There's a wretch- ed Maltese in a tree at the corner of Fourth street that won't touch it ra w." I saw that he wanted to talk to me, so I turned around and led the way to the temporary kitchen I had made. "Now," he said briskly when he had closed the door, "there's something wrong here. Perhaps if you will tell me I can help. If' I can't it will do you good to talk about it My name's Holcombe, retired merchant. Apply to First National bank for references." "I'm not sure there Is anything wrong," 1 beg n. "1 eucss Pm- only nervous and thinking little things are big ones, There's nothing to tell." "Nonsense. I come down the street in my boat.. A white faced gentleman, with a cigarette, looks out from it win- dow when I stop at the door and ducks back when I glance up. I come iu and find a pet dog,obviously overfed at or- dinary titres, whining with hunger on tU<. stairs. As 1 prepare to feed blot at i I pale woman comes down, trying to inlet a right hand glove on her left hand and with her jacket wrong rade out, What ail I to think:" I started nnd.lool.e t -at toy rout. Ile was right. And when as I tried to talc, it off lie helped Isle real even pet- ted mu+ on the shoui,ler- what with his Wildness and the tong morning atilt% worrying, and the slerploss nit ht, I be- gan to cry. IIe had a 'Ivan itanc.ker. eidef in my hand before 1 had time to think of one. "That's it." be said. "It crib do you good, only don't snake a noise about it If it's a husband on the anillntl flood spree don't worry. madam. The} al- ways come at'uuttd itt thin' to white- wash hitwash the ceilurs.' "It isn't a husband, 1 sniffled. "Tell me about it," he :will There was something so kindly in his fare and It was so long since I had had a hit of human sympathy that I almost bloke down again. CHAPTER III. SAT there, with a crowd of children paddling on a raft outside the window, and Molly Maguire, , next dour, hauliug the morning's milk up In a pail fastened to a rope, her doorway being too narrow to admit the milk- man's boat, and I told him the whole story. "Humph!" he exclaimed, when I had finished. "It's curious, but—you can't prove a murder unless you can pro- duce a body." "When the river goes down we'll find the body," said I, shivering. "It's in the parlor." "Then why doesn't he try to get away? "He is ready to go now. He only went back when your boat came in." Mr. Holcombe ran to the door and, Slinging it open, peered into the lower hall. He was too late. His boat was gone, tub of liver, pile of wooden plat- ters and all! We hurried to the room the Ladleys had occupied. It was empty. From the window, as we looked out, we could see the boat, almost a square away. It had stopped where, the street being higher, a doorstep rose above the flood. On the step was sit- ting a forlorn yellow puppy. As we stared Mr. Ladley stopped 'the boat, looked back at us, bent over, placed a piece of liver on a platter and reached it over to the dog. Then, rising in the boat, he bowed, with his hat over his heart, in our direction, sat down calmly and rowed around the corner out of sight. Mr. Holcombe was in a frenzy of rage. He jumped up anti down, shak- ing his fist out of the window after the retreating boat. He ran down the staircase, only to come back and look out the window again. The police boat was not in sight, but the Maguire chil- dren had worked their raft around to the street and were under the win- dow. He leaned out and culled to them: "A quarter each, boys," he said, "if you'll take me on that raft to the nearest pavement" "Money first," said the oldest boy, holding hiss cap. But Mr. Holcombe did not wait He cwnng out over the window sill, hold- ing by his bands, and lit fairly in the :enter of the raft "Don't toren anything In that room until I come back!" he called to me. and, jerking the pole from one of the boys, propelled the raft with amazing speed down the street. The liver on the store was burning. There was a smell of scorching through the rooms and a sort of bluish haze of smoke. I hurried back and took it off. By the time I bad cleaned the pan Mr. Holcombe was back again in his own boat He had found it at the end of the next street, where the flood ceased, but no sign of Ladley anywhere. He had not seen the police boat "Perhaps that is just us well," he said philosophically. "We can't go to the police with a wet slipper and a blood stained rope and accuse a man of murder. We have to have a body." "He killed her," I said obstinately. "She told me yesterday he was a fiend. He killed her and threw the body in the water." "Very likely. But he didn't throw It here." But in spite of that he went over all the lower hall with his boat, feeling every foot of the floor with an oar, and finally, at the back end, he looked up at me as I stood on the stairs. "There's something here," he said. I went cold all over and had to clutch the railing. But when Terry had come and the two of them brought the thing to the surface it Nees only the dieing room rug, which i had rolled up and forgotten to carry upstairs! At 1:30 Mr. Holcombe wrote a note and sent it off with Terry and, bor- rowing my boots, which had been Mr. Pitman's, investigated the dining room 'ind kitchen from a floating plank; the doors were too narrow to admit the boat But he found nothing more im• portant than a rolling pin. IIe was not at all depressed - by his failure. He came back, dreriehed to the'skin, about 3 and asked permission to search the Ladleys' bedroom. "I have a friend coming pretty soon, Mrs. Pitman," he said, "a young news- paper man named Howell. He's a nice boy, and it there is anything to Skis I'd like him to have it for his paper, lie and I have been having some arguments about circumstantial War News Affected Her. Many people who have been reading the terrible war news from day to day, especially those who have relatives at the seat of war, have tcu,tue so nervous that it is impossible for them to sleep. 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"You are certain she is out of the city?" some one asked, the same voice as in the morning. "Her husband says so." "Ask him to come to the phone." "He is not here." "When do you expect him back?" "I'm not sure he is coming back." "Look here," said the voice angrily, "can't you give me any satisfaction? Or don't you care to?" "I've told you all I know." "You don't know where she is?" "No, sir." "She didn't say she was Coming back Your Liver is Clogged up That's Why You're Tired—Out of Sorts—Hare Ao Appetite. CARTER'S LITTLE LIVER PILLS will put you right in a few days. They do their duty. Cure Consti- n, B mess, Indigestion, and Sick Headache. 5isgill Pill, Small Bose, Small Price. Genuine must bear Signature Di', A. N. Chalmers, medical ofliei r of health, (ilttstrow, states that the populnt.i at of the city on June 30th, 1914, was estimated at 1,055,930, the increase during the year being 82,7at2. Siberia has issued a proclamation of strict neutrality in the war. The Auditor -General has found that about $250,000 of the $1,150,000 paid for the two Chilean submarines was sent to Seattle, and this is about the dif- ference between the price paid by Can- ada and that offered by Chile. to reueai'se for next weeks s p'feue'P' "Iter husband said she went away for a few days' rest, He went away about upon and hasn't come back. That's all 1 know, r"•eept that they owe me three trceks' sant that I'd like to get hold of." The owner of the voice hung up the receiver with a snap anti left me pon- dering. I t seemed to l � h' guE.t atATr.Lad - icy had been very reckless. I)id lie expect airy one to believe that Jennie Brice had gone for a vacation with- out notifying the theater? Especially when she was to rehearse that week? I thought it curious, to say the least. I went bark and told Mr. Holcolube, who put it down in his notebook, and together we went to the Ladleys' room, The room was in better order than usual, as I have said, The bed was made-•-wliiell was out of the ordinary, for Jennie Brice never made a bed—but made the way a man makes one, with the blankets wrinkled and crooked be- neath and the white counterpane pulled smoothly over the top, showing every hump beneath, 1 showed Mr. Hol- combe the splasher dotted with ink as usual. "I'll take it off and soak it in milk," I said. "It's his fountain pen. When the ink doesn't run he shakes it, and"— "Where's the clock?" said Mr. Hol- combe, stopping in front of the mantel, with his notebook in his hand. "The clock?" I turned add looked. My onyx clock was gone from the mantel shelf. Perhaps it seems strange, but from the moment I missed that clock my rage at Mr. Ladley increased to a fury. It was all I had left of my former gentility. When times were hard and I got behind with the rent, as happen- ed now and then, more than once I'd been tempted to sell the clock or pawn it But I had never done it Its tick- ing had kept me company on many a lonely night, and its elegance had help- ed me to keep my pride and to retain , the respect of my neighbors. For in ' the flood district onyx clocks are not plentiful, Mrs. Bryan, the saloon- keeper's wife, had one, and I had an- other—that is, I had had. I stood staring at the mark in the dust of the mantel shelf, which AA'. Holcombe was measuring with a pock- et tape measure. "You are sure you didn't take It away yourself, Mrs. Pitman?" he asked. "•Sure? Why, I could hardly lift it" i said. He was looking carefully at the ob- long of dust where the clock had stood. "The key is gone, too," he said; busily making entries in his notebook. "What was the maker's name?" "Why, I don't think I ever noticed!" He turned to me angrily. "Why didn't you notice?" he snapped. "Good God, woman, do you only use your eyes to cry with? )',how can you wind a clock time after time and not know the maker's name? It proves my con- tention—the average witness is totally I unreliable." "Not at all," I snapped. "I am ordi- narily both accurate and observing." "indeed!" he said, putting his hands behind him. "Then perhaps you can tell me the color of the pencil 1 have been writing with." "Certainly. Red." Most pencils are red, and I thought this was safe. But he held his right hand out with a flourish. "I've been writing with a fountain pen," he said in deep disgust and turned his back on me. But the next moment he had run to the washstand and pulled it out from the wall. Behind it, where it had fallen, lay a towel covered with stains as if some one had wiped bloody hands on it. He held it up, his face working with excitement 1 could only cover my eyes. "This looks better," he said and be- gun making a quick search of the room, running from one piece of furni- ture to another, pulling out bureau drawers, drawing, the bed out from the wall and crawling along the baseboard with a lighted match in his hand. He gave a shout of triumph finally and re- appeared from behind the bed with the broken end of my knife in his hand. "Very clumsy," he said; "very clum- sy. Peter, the dog, could have done better." I had been examining the wall paper about the washstand. Among the ink spots. were one or two reddish ones that made me shiver. And seeing a scrap of note paper stuck between the base board and the wall i dug it out with a hairpin and threw it into the grate, to be burned later. it was by the merest chance there was no lire there. The next moment Mr. IRA - combo was on Ills knees by the lire - place reaching for the scrap. "Never (10 that under such circum- stances," he snapped, fishing among the ashes. "You might throw away vaihiatbic -- Hello, Howell!" I turned and saw a young men in the doorway, smiling, his hat in his hand. Even at that first glance I liked Mr. Howell, and later, when ev- ery one was against him and many curious things were developing. l stood by hint through everything and even helped him to the thing he wanted more than anything else in the world. But that, of courser teas later. "What's the trouble, IIolcombe?" he asked. "Hitting the trail again?" "A very curious thing that I just happened on," said Mr. Holcombe. "Airs. Pitman, this is Mr. Howell, of whom 1 spoke. Sit down, Howell, and let me read you something." With the crumpled paper still un- opened in his hand, Mr. Holcombe took his notebook and read aloud what he had written. I have it before me now; "'Dog meat, $2, boat hire --that's not it. Here. 'Yesterday, Sunday, March 4, Mrs, Pitman, landlady at 42 Union street heard, twQ4t her boarders guar - 11 AI' 44) .9:1,13!„ n! 'QI •fi 116 ThePropri^f tyorriVaii9sdi issAd AVe,i1c r,bI Pteiar t nfi,'t `! stmitatir !h lo„ iert ' 'a tg< t!itgliae;Ifomath .nrtdL " PromaicSAi,psl':oll,Ckeeirt l li2ss anda!st.Coat airesne 1{ iI 0piunOiorphinc llor ;.i,,. NOT NLtRCOTiC, 1Ytseof0'1J.4"'r� CfJF:.!;E 4'h:1. ,St td" Antal(rSerIs- �fr�s.�sE�¢ errsrnat [ tnituteaTs¢ ;t;,r as- wear= I.erfecl Remedy forconS+it,s lion, SourSlomach,Diardsst. Worms,Convulsions,Feterish- ness and LOSS OF SLEEP. racSimiie Signatareef g#ter�'wt. Mr: CENTAUR. COMPANY MONTREAL&NIiW Y01114 • r t r°a RIAChildren. �he� a a t r, n t -;':sLiu ria In Use nor Over � 1 Years Exact Copy of Wrapper. ?NC CCNTA,IP COMPANY NCW YORK CITY. imli teeing, a pian anti his wife. Man's name, Philip Ladley. Wil'e's name, Jennie Ladley, known as Jennie Brice at the Liberty Stock company, where she has been playing small parts.'" Mr. Howell nodded. "I've heard of her," he said. "Not much of an ac- tress, I believe." - 'The husband was also an actor, out of work, and employing his leisure time in writing a play.'" "Everybody's doing it," said Mr.. Howell idly. ' "The Shuberts were to star him In this," I put in. "He said that the climax at the end of the second act"— Mr. Holcombe shut his notebook with a snap. "After we have finished gossiping," he said, "I'll go on." "'Employing his leisure time in writing a play,'" quoted Mr. Howell. "Exactly. 'The husband and wife were not on good terms. They quar- reled frequently. On 'Sunday they fought all day, and Mrs. Ladley told Mrs, Pitman she was married to a fiend. At 4 o'clock Sunday afternoon Philip Ladley went out. returning about 5. Mrs. Pitman carried their supper to them at u, and both ate heartily. She did not see Mrs. Ladley at the time. but heard her in the next room. They were apparently reconcil- ed. Mrs. Pitman reports Mr. Ladley in high good humor. If the quarrel recommenced during the night the oth- er boarder, natned Reynolds, in the next room heard nothing. Mrs. Pit- man itman was up and down until 1 o'clock, when she dozed off. She heard no un- usual sound. "'At approximately 2 o'clock in the morning, however, this Reynolds came to the room and said he had heard some one iu a boat in the lower hall. He and Mrs. Pitman investigated. The boat, which Mrs. Pitman uses during a flood and which she had tied to the stair rail was •gone. having been cut loose, not united. Everything else was quiet, except that Mrs. Ladley's dog buil been shut in a third story room, "'At a quarter after 4 that morning Mrs. Pitman, thoroughly awake, heard the boat returning and, going to the stairs, met Latlley coming in. He muttered something about having gone for medicine for his wife and went to his room, shutting the dog out This Is worth attention, for the dog ordina- rily slept in their room.' " "What sort of a dog?" asked Mr. Howell. Ile had been listening atten- tively. "A water spaniel. 'The rest of the night or early morning was quiet. At a quarter after 7 Ladley asked for cof- fee and toast for one, and on Mrs. Pit- man remarking this said that his wife was not playing this week and bad gone for a few days' vacation, having left early in the morning.' Remember, during the night he had been out for medicine for her. Now she was able to travel and, in fact, had started." Mt' Howell was frowning at the flour "If be was doing anything wrong, he was doing it very badly," he sand "Tins is where I entered the case." said 1Ir Holcombe. "I rowed Into the lower hall this morning to feed the dug Peter. who was whining on the staircase Mrs l'Itut:tn was coming down. pale marl ,igttated over the fact that the dog slurtlj heftily had found ti":ttiti;.: au the iaat'iva downstairs a sett. het helom:cing h, Ir -4 l,adltt• and later a Irittc Ee lilt n hroic,•n a,: ale She main. Lain ahaat she had the t,nlfe last night upst.hi.s that it net broken and that if `rias tutu a shelf in her retua Mair sk I'he question is, t:: E\ I, tcatfe taken? Wh,. n ,Lis this titan man ,,r huts he nm " 3tc': Holcombe anI are old enemies, ` be said. "Mr. Holcombe believes that circumstantial evidence may probably hang a man; I do not." And to Mr. Holcombe,. "So, having found a wet slipper anda broken knife, you are pre- pared for murder and sudden death!" "I have more evidence." Mr. Hol- combe said eagerly, and proceeded to tell what we had found in the room. Mr. Howell listened, smiling to him- self, but at the mention of the onyx clock he got up and went to the man- tel. "By Jove!" be said and stood looking at the mark in the dust "Are you sure the. clock was here yesterday?" "1 wound it night before last and put the key underneath. Yesterday, before they moved up, 1 wound it again." "The key is gone also. Well, what of it, Holcombe? Did he brain her with the clock or choke her with the key?" Mr. Holcombe was looking at his notebook. "To summarize," he said, "we have here as clews indicating a crime, the rope, the broken knife, the slipper, the towel and the clock. Be• sides, this scrap of paper may contain Some information." He opened it and sat gazing at it in his palm. Then, "Is this Ladley's writing?" he asked me in a curious voice, "Yes.>, I glanced at the slip. 51r. Holcombe had just read from his notebook: "Rope, knife, slipper, towel, clock." The slip I had found behind the washstand said "Rope, knife, shoe, towel. Horn"— The rest of the last word was torn oil. Mr. Howell was staring at the man- tel. "Clockl" he repeated. tTo be continued) COMBINATION Publishers, Advertisers and Manufacturers Unite By HOLLAND. V union there is strength. 111 Did you ever write this in your copybook? Well, it is true, anyway. 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