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Copyr'ght 1913. By MARY ROBERTS RINEHART 1
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,The• newspapers had boon full of
tlfe diaap MMS: of Jennie Brice,
tbr disappearance it proved to be.
So far as could be learned she had
not left the city than nesht or since,
and as she was a strik,ing looking
woman, very blond, as I haw: said,
with a full yoke and a languidman-
nor, sho could hardly have taken re-
fuge anywhere without being diss
covered. Tho morning, after her dis-
allimaranso a Young w!,mrlo, tall like
Jennie Brice, and fair, had been
soen in the Union station. But as
she was accompanied by a young
man, who bought her magazines and
papers and bade her an excited fare-
well, sending his love to various
members of a family and promising
to focal the canary, this was not ser-
iously considered. A sort of generel
aktrin went over the country. When
she was younger she had been prof,
to Well known at the Broadway
theatres in New York. Ono way or
another the Liberty theatre got a lot
of free advertising from the ease,
and, I believe, Miss Hope's snlary
was raised.
Tho police communicated with
Jennie Price's pooplo—she had 3 els-
ter in Olean, N. Y., but she had not
hoard from her. The sister \aroma -
1 heard later—that Jennie had boon
unhappy with Philip Ladley, and at -
raid ho would hill her. And 'Miss
Hope told the same story. But—
there WaS 00 corpus, us the lawyers
say, and finally the police had to free
Ladloy.
Beyond making an attempt to get
bail, and failing, he had done moh-
ing. .A4ked- t:hot his wife. he m-sse-
ly Almost his shoulders and scald
ehe had t him and would Oen up
all right. He was unconcerned,
smoked 4'1m:rates an gay, ate and
slept well and looked beter since he
had had nothing to drink. And two
or throe days after the ai•rost he
smnt for the manuscript or his play.•
Mr. Howell came for it on the
Thursday of that week.
I was on my knees scrubbing ties
parlor floor when he rang the boll.
I let him in, and it seemsd te
that he looked tired and pale.
Well, Mrs. Pitman," he said, smil-
ing, "what diol you find In the cellar
when the water went down?"
"I'm glad to say that I didn't find
what 1 feared, Mr, Howell."
"Not even the onyx clock?"
"Not even the clock," T replied.
"And I feel as if I'd lost n friend. A
clock is a lot of company,"
"Do you know what I think?" he
said, looking at me closely. "I
think you put that clock away your-
self in the excitement end have for-
gotten all about it."
"Nonsense."
"Think hard." He was very much
in earnest. "You knew the water
was rising and the Ladleys would
have to be moved up to the second
floor front, where the clock stood.
You went in there and looked round
to see if the room was ready, and
you saw the clock. And knowing
that the Ladleys quarreled now Find
then and were apt to throw
things—"
"Nothing but a soap dish, and that
only once."
-L"you took the clock to the attic
and put it, say, in anold trunk."
"I did nothing of the sort. I went
in, as you say, and I put up an old
"solasher, because of the way he
throws ink about. Then 1 wound the
clock, put the key under it and went
out."
"And the key is gone, tool" he
said, thoughtfully. "I wish I could
find that clock,. Mrs. Pitman."
"So do I."
"Ladley went out Sunday after-
noon about 3, didn't he—and got
back at 5?",
I turned and looked at him, "Yes,
Mr. Howell," I said. "Perhaps you
know .something about that,"
"I?" He changed comer. Twenty
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years of dunning boarders has made
me pretty sharp at reading awes,
and he looked ns uncomfortable as
J' lug owed MO ln 00:i4. "I!" I anew
then that 1 had been right about the
voiee. it had been hint.
"You!" I retorted. "You wore
here Sunday morning and speak
some time with the Ladleys. 1 am
the old she devil. I notice you didn't
tell your friend, Mr. Holcombe,
about beidg here Sunday."
He was quick to recover, "I'll
tell you all about; it, Mrs. Pittuan,"
;u: said smilingly. "You see, all my
life I have wished for an onyx clock.
It has been my ambition, my great
desire. Leaving th0 house that Sun-
day morning and hearing the tick-
i.ng of ths clock upstairs I reeognis-
ed it was an onyx clock, clambered
from my boat through an upper
window and so rcoiched it. The
clock showed fight, but after stun-
ning it with a chairs—"
THE BRUSSELS POST
eooking Mr, Ileynobtasopeem•• -
the chance that 1 night havr, Mr.
Igulley again mot the.woman at Dor-
nor. For it had come -to me like a
flash ne Mr, Graves 14.ft ill 41, the
"Horn----" un the paper• slip might
have been "Horner,"
0 0 0 sa
After all, there was nothing solo
sational abont 151' 1 solley's return.
11 eame :11 Is &Hock that n 1aht,
rresh shaved and with his heir cut,
end, although lie had a latehlem, ho
rang the doorbell. I knew his ring,
nnd I thought it no harm to onrry an
old razor of Mr. Pitman's with the
blade open and Sable(' back on the
handle, the way the colored people
use 1,110111, in my left hand.
But I sew at once that be meant.
710 rill:011er.
"Good evening," he said, and put
out his hand. I jumped back until
sew there was nothing in it and that
he only meant to shake hands. I
olidn't do it. I might have to take
him in and make his bed and cook
his meals, but I did not have to
sheke hands with him.
"You, too!" he said, looking at mo
with what I suppose he meant to be
reproachful look. But he could xio
more put an expression of that sort
10 Ma f!y08 than a fish could. "I sup-
pose, then, thorn is no use asking' if
may have my old room ---the front
room. I won't need two."
"Exactly!" I said. "Then tho
thing Mrs. Ladley said she would not
do was probably to wind the clock?"
Ho dropped his bantering manner
at once. "Mrs. Pitman," he said, "I
don't know what you heard or did
not hear. But I want you to give
me a little time before you tell any-
body that I was here that Sunday
morning. And in return I'll find
your clock."
I hesitated, but however put out:
ho was he didn't look Ince a criminal.
Besides, he was a friend of my nies-
cos cant blood is thicker than flood
water,
"There was nothing wrong about
btiog hese," he went on, "but I
don't want It known. Don't spoil a
good story, Mrs. Pitman."
I did 'not suite understand that, al-
though those who followed the trial
carefully may do so. Poor Mr. How-
ell! I am sure he believed it was
only a good story. He got tita, de-
scription of my onyx clock and wrote
it down, and 1 gave him the manu-
script for Mr. Ladley. That was the
last I saw of him for some time.
That Thursday proved to be an ex-
citing day, for late in the afternoon,
Terry, digging the mu cs out of the
cellar, came across my scassing gray
false front near the coal vault and
brought it up, grinning, and just be-
fore 6 Mr. Graves, the detective,
rang the bell and then lot himself.
in. I found him in the lower hall
looking around.
Well, Mrs. Pitman," he said, "has
our friend come back yet?"
"She was no friend of mine."
"Not she—Ladley. "e'11 be out
Hits evening, and he'll probably be
around for his clothes."
I felt my knees waver, as they al-
ways did when he was spoken of.
"He may want to stay here," said
Mr. Graves. "In fact, I think that's
just what he will want,"
"Not here," I protested. "The
very thought of him makes me
quake."
"If he comes here better take him
in. I want to know where he is."
I tried to say that I wouldn't have
him, but She old habit or the ward
asserted itself. From taking a bot-
tle of beer or a slice of pie to telling
one where one might or might not
live the police were autocrats in that
neighborhood, and, respectable WOM-
an that I sun, my neighbors' fears oJ'
the front orce have infected me.
"All right, Mr. Graves," 1 said.
Ho pushed the parlor door open
and looked in, whistling. "This is the
place, isn't i,t?"
• "Yes. But it was upstairs that
he—"
"I see, Tall 100111101, Mrs. Lad-
, ley?"
"Tall and blond. Very airy in
• her manner."
He nodded and stood looking in
and whistling. At the door, howov-
er, ho stopped and turned, "Look
anything like this?" ne asked and
held out olle of his hands with a
small kodak picture on the palm.
It was a snapshot of a children's
frolic in a village street, with some
onlookers in the background.
Around one of the heads had been
drawn a circle in pencil. I took it
to the gas jet and looked at it close-
ly, It was a tall woman with a hat
on, not unlike Jennie Brice. She
was looking over the orowd, and I
could see only her face, and that in
shadow. I shook my head.
"I thought not," he said, "We
have a lot of stage pictures of her,
hut, what with false hair and their
being retouched beyond recognition,
they don't amount to 11111011." He
started out and stopped on the door-
step to light a cigar.
"Take him in if be comes," be
said-, "And keep your eyos open.
Feed him well and he won't kill
you!"
I had plenty to think of *ben
1 didn't Want him, and he meat
have 80011 it. But I took him. "'fou
may hero it, as far as I'm concern -
o31," I said. "ria you'll have to let
the paper hanger in to -morrow."
"Assuredly." He came into the
hall and stood looking around him,
and I fancied lie drew a breath of
relief. "It Int much yet," he said,
"but it's better to look at than six
feet of muddy water."
"Or than stone walls," I saicl.•
He looked at mts and smiled. "Or
'disci storm W'( 1,' 11,, remlted, bow-
ing, and went into his room,
So I had him again, and if I gave
him only the dull knives and locked
up the bread knife the moment I
had finished with it, who 1011 blame
int? I took all the precaution I
could think of—had Terry put an ex-
tra bolt on every door and hid the
rat poison and carbolic acid in the
cellar.
Peter would not go near him. Ho
hobbled around on his three legs,
with the splint beating a tattoo 011
the floor, but ho stayed back in the
kitchen with me or in the yard.
It was Sunday night or early
Monday morning that Jennie Brice
disappeared. On Thursday eveping
her husband came back. On Friatty
the body of a woman was washed lights and went to the cellar. Tho
meter was going around."
"Fine!" he said. "Every murderer
fears the dark, and our friend of the
parlor bedroom is a murderer, Mrs.
Pitman. Whether he hangs or not,
he's a murderer."
The mirror affair, which Mr. Hol-
combe called a periscipe was put in
that day and worked amazingly well.
I went with him to try 11 out, and I
distinctly saw the paperhanger talcs
a cigarette from Mr. Ladley's case
and put it in his pocket. Just after
that, Mr. Ladley sauntered into the
room and looked a the new paper. I
.could both see and hear him. It was
'rather weird...
"Gee, what a wall paper!" he said. -
CHAPTER Vil
That was Friday afternoon. All
that evening and most of Saturday
and Sunday Mr. Holcombe sat on the
floor with his eye to the reflecting
mirror and his notebook beside him.
I have it before me.
On the first page is the "dog meat
—$2" entry. On the next, the de-
scription of what occurred on Sun-
day night, March 4, and Monday
March 5th. Following that came 33'
sketch, made with a carbon sheet of
the torn paper behind the washs
stand. And then came the entries
for Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
Friday evening,
6.30—Eating hearty slipper.
7—Lights cigarette on paces the
floor. Notice that when ltfrs. P.
knocks he goes to desk and pretends
to be writing.
8—Is examining book. Looks like
a railway guide.
8.30—It is a steamship guide,
8.45—Tailor's boy brings box.
Gives boy 50 cents. query; Where
does he get money now that J. B.
gone?
9—Tries on new suit (brown).
0.30—Has- been spending a quer-
ter of an hour on his knees looking
behind furniture and examining the
baseboard.
10:15—He has just thrown key or
similar small article outside window
into scatd.
11—Has gone to bed. Light burn-
ing. Shall sloop here on floor.
11:30-113 cannot sleep, Is up
walking the floor arid sinokiag.
2 cum—Saturday. Disturbance.
below. Ho had nightmare and was
calling "Jennie!" He got up, took a
drink and is 310W reatitig,
8 a.m.—Mus( have slept Ho is
shaving,
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Well, Mr. Holcombe came in that
night about 10 o'clock, and I told
him Ladley was back. He was al-
most wild with excitement, wanted
to have the back parlor, so he -could
watch hint through the keyhole. and
Was terribly upset when I told him
there was no keyhole, that the door
fastened with a thump bolt. On
learning that the room WM to bo
papond the next morning he grew -
calmer, however, and got the paper-
hanger's address from me, He went
nut just after that.
Friday, as I say, was very quiet.
Mr. Ladles, moved to the back parlor
to let the paperhanger in the front
room, smoked and fussed with his
Papers all day, and Mr, Holcombe
stayed in his room, which was unus-
ual. In the afternoon Molly Ma-
guire put on the striped fur coat and
went out, going slowly past the
house so that I would be sure to eve
her, Beyond banging the window
down, I gave her no satisfaction.
wrote for four hours, sometimes
reading almel what ho had written.
p.m. ---He has a visitor, a 111:111.
Cannot hear aid—word now and
then, "Llewellyn is the very man."
"Doril of a 11...kt, ow,sn y
11,',, ugh." "Lost the slip." "Than't
em to ti,' hotel. She wont to a orb,
vato house." "Eliza SchaefTer."
Who wont to a private hon'?
teliets Briees
2.30---Canoot hoar. Aro whisper -
Me. Tiw visitor has givou belies' a
roll .of bills.
the visitor. a tall
man with a 101)11 '1 beard. He wont
to the Liberty theatre. Founl it was
Bronson, business manager there.
Who is Llewellyn, and who is Eliza
Sohaeffer?
4;15—Had Mrs, P. bring tele-
phone book; six news:pis in the
book; 00 Eliza Sehaeffcg, Ladley
aPpettr.,: more elmerful shale -Bron-
son's visit. He has bought till the
evening papers and is searching for
s:mmthing. Has not found it.
7—At. well. Have :based ?1,'s.
to take my pIace here until I inter-
vie71_114e,rrssi,:s
Pr.'17rt
vt;ollrYnssa quiet even-
ing. He read and smeged, Hag on:'
to bed. 'Light burning. Saw five
Llewellyns. None of them knew
Bronson or Ladley. Sixth—a lawyer
—out at revival meeting. Went to
the church and walked home with
him.. Ho knows something. Aek-
nowledged he know Bronson. Had
met [sulky. Did not 'believe Mrs.
Ladley dead. Regretted 1 had not
been to the meetkig, Good sermon.
Asked 1111: for a dollar for missions.
0 a.m.—Sunday. Ladley in bad
At 4 o'clock Mr. Holcombe came shape. Apparently been drinking 311
to my kitchen, rubbing his hands to- night. Cannot eat. Sent out early
gether. Hu had a pasteboa0 tube for papers and has searched them
1n his hand about a foot long, with all. Found entry on second page,
an arrangement of small mirrors in stared at it, then thane; sne paper
it. He said it was modeled after the away. Have sent tor :came paper.
something or other that is used on a 10 a.m.--Paper says: "Bral- of
submatine, fool tleg; the :1110 v-ornan Va.4.3110d. ashuIe yo.,terday
erhangor had fixed a 'dace for it be- Sewickley. Much mutilated by flood
tween his floor and the ceiling of Mr. debris." Ladley in bed, staring at
Ladley's room, so that the chandelier gelling. Wonder it he sees tube? He
would hide it from below. He
thought lie could watch Mr. Ladley
through it, and as it turned oat lie
could.
"I want to iskt.1 his weak mom-
ent," he said excitedly. "I want to
know what he does when the door is
closed and he can take off his mask.
And I want to know if he sleeps
with a light."
"If he does," I replied, "I hope
you'll let me know, Mr. Holcombe.
The gas bills are a horror to me as it
is. I think he kept it 011 all last
night. I turned off all the other
(whore at Beaver, but turned out to
be that of a stewardess who had fall-
en overboard from one of the Cin-
cinnati packets. Mr. Ladley himself
showed me the article in the 100111-
11 30 paper when I took in his break-
fast
"Public 'hysteria has killed a man
before this," he said when I had aced
it. "Suppose that woman had been
mangled or the screw of the steamer
had cut her head off! How many
people do you suppose would have
been willing to swear that it was my
•—was Mrs. Ladley?"
"Even without a head I should
know Mrs. Ladley," I retorted.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Lot's
trust she's still alive, for may sake,"
he said. "But Pm glad, anyhow,
that this woman had a head. You'll
allow me to be glad, won't you?"
"You can be anything you want
as far as I'm concerned," I snapped
and wont out.
Mr. Holcombe still retained the
second story front room. I think,
although lie said nothing more about
it, that he was still "playing hase."
He wrote a good bit at the wash-
stand, and, from the loose sheets of
manuscript he loft, 1 believe actual-
ly tried to begin a play. But mostly
he wandered along the water front
or stood on one or intoner of the
bridges, looking at the water and
thinking. It is certain that he tried
to keep in the part by smoking cig-
arettes, but he hated them, and us-
ually ended by throwing the cigar-
ette away and lighting an old pipe
he carried.
On that Thursday evening he came
home and sat down to supper with
Mr. Boyne/cis . He ate little and
seemed much excited. The talk ran
on crime, as it; always did When he
was around, and Mr. hoscombe quot-
ed Spencer a great 0eal—Herbert
Spencer. Mr. Reynolds was impres-
sed, not knowing much beyond silks
and the Nittional league.
"Spencer," Mr. Holcombe would
say—"Spencer shows that every oc-
currence is the Inevitable result of
whta has gone before and carries in
its train an equally inevitable series
of results, Try to interrupt this
chain 111 the smallest degree and
what follows? Chaos, in3, dear sir,
chaos."
"We see that at the store," Mr.
Reynolds would gay. "Accustom a
lot of money tO a 51114 sale on Fri.
days and then in ke It tooth brushes.
That's chaos, all eight."
•
is ghastly.
That is the last entry in the potc-
book for that day. Mr. Holcombe
called me in great excitement short-
ly after 10 and showed me the item.
Neither of us doubted for a moment
that it was Jennie Brice who had
been found dead. Be started for
Sewickley that same afternoon, and
he probably communicated with the
police before - he left, for once or
twice I saw Mr. Graves, the detect -
tee, sauntering past the house.
Mr. Ladley ate no dinner. He
went out at 4, and I had Mr. Rey-
nolds follow him. But they were
both back in a half hour. Mr. Rey-
nolds reported that Mr. Ladley had
bought some headache tablets and
bromide to make him sleep.
Mr.,Holcombe came back that ev-
ening. He thought the body was
that of Jennie Brice, but the head
was gone. Ho was much depressed
WEDNESI)AY, MAY 4, 1927.
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and did not immediately go hack to
the periscope. I asked if the head
had been cut off or taken off by a
steamer. He was afraid tho latter,
as a hand was gone too.
It was about 11 o'cloeic that night
that the doorbell rang. It was Mr.
Graves, with a small man unbind
him. 1 kb,,v the roan, .He lived in
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hotime, a c1y1a0;, aTair with shelves
full of dishes and tinware. In the
icrisg- lea would be (33 3,1 up Si:
Monemeheln a hundred miles or so
end float down, tying up at different
lendings and selling his wares. lint-
othy Serift was his looms We edliod
him T im.
Mr. Graves motioned me to be ,ii!
et. Both of us knew that behind flu:
parlor door Ladley was probably his -
31)11130.
"Sorry to get you up, airs. Pit•
man," actisl Mr. Graves, "but this
men says he has bought beer here
to -day. That won't do, Mrs Pit-
man."
"Roam! I haven't such a thing in
the house. Come in and look!" •
snapped. And the two of them went
back to the kitchen.
"Now," oald Mr. Graves wlmi
had shut the door, "where's the dog's
meat man?"
"'Upstairs."
"Bring -him quietly."
I called Mr. Holcombo, and he
cam., eagerly, notebook and all.
"Ah1" he said when he ail W Tim.
"So vou've turned upi-
"Yes. sir."
"It seems, Mr. Docr's—Mr. Horn
comb,," said Mr, Graves, "that you
are right—partly anyhow. Tim hsre
did help a man with a boat that
night"—
. "Threw him a rope, sir," Tim
broke in. "He'd got out in the cur-
rent and what with the ice and his
not knowing much about a boat he'd
have kept ge to 11'n' Orleans if
311 Is't
con-'
"Exactly. And what time did you
say this was?"
"Between 8 and 4 last Sunday
night—or Monday morning. He said
he couldn't sleop and went out in a
boat, meaning to keep close to
shore. But he got drawn out in the
current."
"Where did you see him first?"
"By the Ninth street bridge."
"Did you hail him?"
1 "He saw my light and hailed me.
I was making fast to a coal barge
after one of My ropes had busted."
"You threw the line to him
I there?"
1 "No, sir. He tried to work into
I shore. I ran along River avenue to
! below the Sixth street bridge. He
I got pretty close in thetc and 1 tIn...ts
hint a rope. He was about clone up."
"Would you know him again?"
"Yes, sir. He gave me $5 and
said to say nothing about it Ile
I didn't want anybody to know he had
I beva II.4b441 a fool.' •
(To Be Continued.)
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Just one of the news items which are appearing in papers
quite too ofteti these days throughout the Dominion. Ana
what is the recison? Thore is only one, and that is lack of
loyalty to home institutions and the lure of the flashing
publicity of the large city eatablichments. Many citizens,
while earning their wages noel salaries' in one place, never-
theless send a large proportion of this money out of the
community for questionable bargains, dins depriving such
community of that much necessary working capital.'
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They have lecal firms who are able and ready to supply
them with all their requirements, yet for the most trivial
reason or excuse they will consent to extend this patronage
to outside firms, thus helping to build up distant cities at
the expense of their home town, They seem to forget, that
this money so sent out might otherwise have been largely
returned to them by those with whom they should have left
this business. Therefore, when in need of printed matter of
any kind, whether farms; business man or professional man,
always extend first consiieration to
The Post
Publishing Ho se