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The Wingham Times, 1909-04-01, Page 7By FERGIUS HUMS, Author pf "Cho Mystery of a Hansom Cob. " neer Mandarin's Fan," Etc. COPYRIGHT, ;!9o5. By G. W. GILLINGHAM COMPANY &•, w ,,g a ,i.Igh-,X.P8444+4.114+44443144444.4444P etfeannentieeneseensieeneene said Aurora, hinarching up to the do'or.' "He will only stay until tomorrow." "You're -welcome, sir;" said Matilda in a loud. and hearty voice, whtch re- minded the detective ;more than ever of her sister. "Will you please walk In and 'ave some tear' Hurd nodded and repaired to the tiny sitting room, where he saw the' photograph of Hay on the mantelpiece. 'Aurora, at a hint from her brother,' Went to her bedroom to change her *dress, and Hurd spoke to Matilda when she brought in the tray. "I know your sister," said, he. Miss Junk. nearly dropped the tray. "Inn, now, only think! Why, we In' at wrote to one another for ten a J' Iu. >�i ,nom.,.• 41114 NA "Sere we are at the Red Pip.), years. And I left London eleven years back. And how is she, sir, and where Ls she?" "She is well. She has a laundry In Jubileetown, near London, and she is married to a fellow called Bart Taw- sey." "Married!" cried Matilda, setting down the tray and putting her arms akimbo just like Deborab. "Lor', and me still single. But now I've got this 'euse and a bit put by I'll think of gin tin' a 'usband. I ain't a-goin' to let Debby crow over me." "Your sister was in the service of Mr. Norman before she took up the laundry," observed Hurd, pouring out a cup of tea. "Was she, now? And why did she leave?" The name of Norman apparently was unknown to Matilda, so Hurd tried. the effect of another bombshell. "Her mas- If I do, you need mot reply. • Let us change the subject. My sister tells me you make good curries in this hotel." "Hokar do, me bell' but a plain cook." "Oh! He's an Indian?' "Yes, he is, ellr. pore Ipslian cast- away as missus took up with when he come here drenched with rain and weary. Ah, missus was allays good and kind and Christianlike!" • Privately Hurd thought this descrip- tion did not apply very well, to the lady in question, but he was careful not to arouse Matilda's suspicions again by contradicting her. He pretended to joke. "I wonder you don't marry this Indian and keep him here always to make the curries I have heard of." "Me marry a black!" cried Matilda, tossing her rough head. "Well, sir, I never," her breath failed her, "an' him goin' about the country." "What do you mean by that?" "What I say," said Miss Junk. "He'll stop here, Christianllke, for days and then go orf to sell things as a 'awker. My par was a 'awker, sir, but a white, white man of the finest." Hurd was about to ask another ques- tion, when a husky voice was heard singing somewhat out of tune. "What's that?" asked Hurd irritably. "Lor', sir, wot nervses you nivel 'Tis only Cap'n Jessop makin' hisself 'appy -like." "Captain Jessop!" Hurd laughed. He had run down his man at last. ter was murdered under the name of Lemuel Krill!" "Mercy!" Matilda dropped into a chair with a thud which shook the room. "Why, that's my ladies' hus- band and father," pretend- ing ladies?" asked Hurd, P ing ignorance. "My ladies, Mrs. Krill and Miss Maud. They had this 'ouse and kep' it for years respectable. I worked for 'em ten, and when my ladles comes in for a forting, for a forting there is, they gave me the goodwill of the Red Pig. To think of Debby being the serv- ant of poor Mr. Krill as was killed. Wbo killed 'int?" "Doesn't your mistress knew?" "She!" cried Matilda indignantly and bouncing up. "Why, she was always a-lookin' for bim, not as she loved him overmuch. And as be is dead, sir, it's no more as what he oughter be, seeing as be killed a poor lady in this very 'ouse. You'll sleep in 'er room tonight," kidded Matilda, as if that wile a pleas- ure. "Strangled, she was." "I think I heard of that. But Lady -Sachet Sandal committed suicide." Matilda rubbed her nose after the Deborah fashion. "Well, sir, my ladies were never sure which it was, and, of Icourse, it was before my time consid- erable, being more nor twenty year ,*back. But the man as dld it is dead land ler my ladies bis money, as he oughter. An.' Miss Mandel a-goin' to %natty a real gent"—Matilda glanced at the photograph. "1 allays said be wos St gent, bean' so 'aughty like and wear - Ing evening dress at meals, late." "Was he ever down here—this gen- tertian?" "He's boob comin" and pain' fur months, and Miss Maud loves 'Im somethin' duel. But they'll marry now an' be 'appy." "I suppose your lashes sometimes 'Went to see thls gent in town?' "Meanie' Mr. Hay," said Matilda art- lessly. "Well, sin they did, one at a thne and,lihen together. Misses would go and tffise would feller, an' miss an' missus together would take their joy ibf the Tennis an' shops and Mme. 'Tusierd's and sieh like, Mr. Iley allays ilookin' after 'em." "Did they ever visit Mr. Hoy In ;July?" "No, they didn't," snapped Matilda, ,'with a change of tone which did not ',escape Hurd. "and I don't know, sir, 1%yhy you arsk them duestlons." "My good woman, I ask no ouestlons A CHAPTER XIX. PPARENTLY Matilda Junk was quite ignorant of any- thing being wrong about her ladies, although she did shirk the question regarding their possible visit to London in July. However, Hurd had learned that Grexon Hay not only was an old friend, but had been en- gaged to Maud for many months. This information made him tbe more certain that Hay had robbed Beecot of the opal brooch at the time of the accident and that it bad passed from Mr. Hay's hands into those of the as- sassin. "I wonder if Mrs. Krill murdered her husband in that cruel way." thought the detective, sitting over his tea. "But what could have been her object? She could have gone up on learning from Hay that Aaron Nor- man was her husband, as I believe she did, and could then have made him give her the money by threatening him with the murder of Lady Rachel. I daresay Aaron Norman in his Krill days did strangle that lady to get the opal. brooch, and his wife could have used what she knew to govern him. There was no need of murder. Hum! I'll see about getting the truth out of Hay. Aurora," he cried. "Oh, there you are," he added as she entered the room. "I want you to go back to town this night" "What fon Billy?" "Can you get Hay into trouble?" Aurora nodded. "I have proofs of his cheating Lord George and others, if that's what you mean," she said, "but you didn't want them used." "Nor do I. He's such an eel he may wriggle out of our clutches. But can't you give a party and Invite Lord George and Hay and then get them to play cards. Should Hay cheat, de- nounce him to George Sandal." "What good would that do?" asked Miss Qian, with widely open eyes. "It will snake Hay confess about the brooch to save himself from public shame. His reputation is his life, re- member. Rost if he is caught red THS WINGH.IM TIMES, APRIL+ 1 1909 sto .'toivaeh trot b1e is hut a symptom of, am no 1•, Wolf a tint discs$.•. We think of Dm:: ':till. l [eartbtirn, an 1 Indigestion as rt dlwases t ley are sy'n,t'torn; only of a cert.= a, eta Nerve siekrncss--nothing else. It was this fact that first correctly led Dr. q loot in the ere:, Ion of that now ttry popular u'e r Ston1 •' 'lemedy^-Dr. $hoot y I I,io •ltiye t stoat d. totin: gtomla'hnrrv`o,aln.a 1'r:al„htthat br ,,;., at;•1 favor to Dr. Shoop and his 1i.,tomtiv'•. 1 ',tn. „ 11 tt t.rIrrnal alnl highly vital ,ui ,riot u, llati.+gnrtnmi Itt ents were evertI b.. '•., 1: ,,t II11t1 Il [scan, iiloe ti' breath tont t tllmy eon:Weaioa, try Dr, Iles torativn- labl„ts or Liqui'1—and neo for parr. se't what it can and will de.. We sell aid (Awur fully raconimena 1to , !t S, "a pp `�' Q :: nee elle Tit nee neeeen 4. ry Well m`furG..:. s;r1� ..s..N Vy,*0 WALLEY'S DRUG STORE. in case Mrs. Krill and tier daugbtec should return. Captain Jessop he pro- posed to look after himself. But he was in no hurry to make that gentle- man's acquaintance, as he intended to arrest him quietly In the sitting room after dinner. Already he had Informed Matilda that he would ask a gentleman to join him at the meal and taste Ro- kar's curry. The thought of the curry brought the Indian to his mind, and when he got back to the Red Pig he strolled round the house, inspecting the place, but in reality keeping eyes and ears open to talk to the elindoo. Thinking he might meet the man some time, Hurd had carefully learned a few phrases relating to thugglsm—in Eng- lish, of course, since he knew nothing of the Indian tongues. These he pro- posed to use in the course of conver- sation with Hokar and watch the ef- fect. Soon he found the man sitting cross legged under a tree in the yard, smoking, Evidently his work for the day was over, and he was enjoying himself. Remembering the descrip- tion given by Bart, the detective saw tbat this was the very man who had entered the shop of Aaron Norman. ile wore the same dress and looked dirty and disreputable—quite a waif and a stray. "Hello!" said Hurd casually. "What are you doing? Talk English, eh?" "Yes, sir," said Hokar calmly. "I spike good Englls. Missionary teach Ilokar Engles." "I'm glad of that; we can have a chat," said Hurd, producing his pipe. Ile also produced something else with which he had provided himself on the way back from the postoffice. In an- other minute Hokar was staring at a small parcel of coarse brown sugar. With all his oriental phlegm the man could not keep his countenance. His eyes rolled until they threatened to drop out of his head, and he looked at Hurd with a certain amount of fear. "Goer," said that gentleman, pointing to the sugar with the stem of his pipe, "goer!" Hokar turned green under his dark skin and half rose to go away, but his legs failed him, and he sat still try- ing to recover himself. "So you wor- ship Bhowanee?" went on his tor- mentor. The Indian's face expressed lively curiosity. "The great goddess." "Yes. 13;a1ee, you know. Did you make Tupounee atter you used your roomal on Aaron Norman?" Kokar gave a guttural cry and gasped. Tapounee is the sacrifice made by the thugs after a successful crime and roomal the handkerchief with which they strangled their vic- tims. All this was information culled from Colonel Meadow Taylor's book by the accomplished detective. "Well," said Hurd, smoking placidly, "what have you to say, Mr. Hokar?" "I know nozzin'," said the man sul- lenly, but in deadly fear. "Yes, you do. Sit still!" said Hurd, with sudden sternness. "If you try to run away 111 have you arrested. )a are on you, and you emelt take A iltep without my knowing” Some of this was Greek to the In- dian, owing to his imperfect knowledge of English, but he understood that the law would lay hold of him it be did not obey this sahib and so sat still. wI know not anysing," he repeated, big teeth chattering. "Yes, you do, You're a thug."' ";Ger no thug." "I agree with you," Bald Hurd. "YOU are the last of the Mohicans. I want to know why you offered Aaron Nor, man to Bhowanee?" Ilokar made a strange sign on Iia forehead at the mention of the sacred name and muttered something—per- haps a prayer—!n his native tongue. Then he looked up. "I know nozzin'." "Don't repeat that rubbish," said Hurd calmly. "You sold boot laces in the shop in Gwynne street on the day when its master was killed, and he was the husband of the lady who helped you—Mrs. Krill." "You say dat," said Ilokar stolidly. "Yes. and I can prove it. The boy Tray—and I can et:' my hands on him —saw you; alp 4e, t Tawsey, the shop- naan. You lei: a iln,udfni of sugar, though why you did so instead of eat - ng it I can't understand." Hokar's face lighted up, and he show- ed his teeth disdalufuliy. "Oh, you sahibs know nozztn'!" said he, spread- ing out his lean bands. "Ze shops—ah, Pis. I there, yds, but I use no roomal." "Not then, but you did later." Hokar shook bis head. "I use no roomed. Zat sahib one eye—bad, ver bad. Bhowanee no have one eye. No Bhungees, no Bhats, no"— "What are you talking about?" said Hurd angrily. His reading had not fold him that no maimed persons could be offered to the goddess of the thugs. Beungees meant sweepers, and Bhats bards, both of which classes were spared by the stranglers. "You killed that man. Now, who told you to kill him?" "I know nozzin'. I no kill. Bhowa- aee no take one eye mans." For want of an interpreter Hurd found it difficult to carry on the con- versation. Ile rose and determined to postpone further examination till he would get some one who understood the Hendee tongue. But in the mean- time Hokar might run away, and Hurd. rather regretted that he had been so precipitate. However, he nodded to the man and went off, pretty sure he would Sot fly at once. Then Hurd went to the village police office and told a bucolic constabletokeep ads eye on Miss Junk's "fureiner," as he learned Hokar was called. The policeman, a smooth faced individual, promised to do so after Hurd pro- auced his credentials, and sauntered toward the Red Pig at some distance from the detective's heels. A. timely question about the curry revealed, by the mouth of Miss Junk, that Hokar was still in the kitchen. "But he do neem alarmed like," said Matilda, lay- ing the cloth. "Let's hope he won't spoil the cur- ry," remarked Hurd. Then, knowing flatcar was safe, he went into the bar to make the acquaintance of his other victim. Captain Jarvey Jessop quite an- swered to the description given by Pash. He was large and sailorlike, with red hair mixed with gray and a red beard that scarcely concealed the scar running from temple to mouth. He had drunk enough to make him cheerful and was gulfs willing to fall Into conversation with Hurd, who ex- plained himself unnecessarily. "rm a commercial gent," said the detective, calling for two rums, plain, "and I tike talking." "Me, too," growled the sailor, grasp- ing his glass. "I'm here on what you'd call a visit, but I go back to my home tozuorrow. Then it's he for Callao,' he shorted in a singsong voice. Hurd knew the fierce old chanty and sized Captain Jarvey up at once. He was of the buccaneer type, and there was little he would not do to make money and have a roaring time. Fail- Ing Hokar, with his deadly handker- chief, here was the man who might have killed Aaron Norman. "Drink up," shouted Hurd in his turn, "we'll have some more. "On no condition, is extradition, Allowed in Callao." handed cheating he'll have to clear out of town." "Pooh, as 1f that mattered! He's go- ing to marry Miss Krill." "If Miss Krill keeps the money, mad I doubt if she will." "But, BiU1"— "Never mind. Don't ask me any more questions, but go and pack. This Captain Jessop is ill the bar drinking. I may probably have to arrest him. I got a warrant on the chance of finding bim here. I can arrest him on sus- picion and won't let him go until I get at tbe truth. Your business is to bring Hay to his knees and get the troth out of him about the opal serpent. You know the caser' "Yes," grumbled Aurora, "I know the case. But I don't like this long journey tonight." "Every moment Is precious. I! I ar- rest Jessop, Matilda Junk will tell her ladies, who will speak to Hay, and then he may slip away. As the brooch evidence Is so particular, and, as I believe he can give it if coerced, you can see the itnportatice of losing no time." iss Quo nodded and went away to pack. She wanted money and knew. Billy would give her a goodly share of the rewatd. In a few minutes Miss Junk of the Red Pig learned that Miss Quo was suddenly summoned to town and would teals in an hour. Quite nnsuspectingly ttbe assisted her to peer, and shortly Aurora was driving in e. Wed vehicle to the roll tie station on her way to trap Groton Hai* When she ores safely oft the mai`.- Ise* Hurd Walked to the telegraph iice and sent a cipher moulage to the 'yard, asking for a couple of plain clothes policemen to be sent down. He wanted have Hokar end MIss to 1�titslt Watched. also the bonliw. �;I,li�ilstti "13howanee no take one eye runts." grin. "Why, in coorse I do, I've been swinging my hammock here time in and out for the last thirty year." "You'll be a Christchurch man, then?" "Not me, mate. 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"Know this shanty?" salol he, with n been round 1111u1ig1111H111111IU IIttHIa1111tluiIa911ra111a1ua111111WN e. 9 o'u I tops` shot pair of eyes. "Come storm, come calm," he growled, "I've sailed the ocean for forty years. Yes, sir; you bet. I was a slip of a fifteen cabin boy an my first cruise, and then I got on to being skipper. Lord," Jessop smacked his knee, "the things I've seen!" "We'll have them tonight after din- ner," said Hurd, nodding, "but now, I suppose, you've made your fortune." "No," said the captain gloomily, "not what you'd call money. I've got a standby, though,'" and he winked. "Alii Married to a rich wife?" "Not me. I've had enough of -i marriage, having Ueeothe skipper of a mermaid with a tongue. No, sir," he roared out another line of some song floating in his muzzy head, "a saucy bachelor am I," then changed to gruff talk, "and I intends being one all my days. Standby I have—'tain't a wife, but I can draw the money regu- lar and no questions asked." 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