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The Wingham Times, 1915-04-01, Page 7April, I St 1915 1 THE WINGHANI TIMES u�ll lees' (t'41 UN I/ the Case o Jennie Brice By MARY ROBERTS RINEHART Copyright, 193, by the Bobbs-Merrill Company Es i�W!:�„�.AFME L SYNOPSIS Jennie Brice anti tier husband, LadloY, quarrel. ;;ho tiisaphc:us from Airs, Pit- rnan's boarding house during a Pittsbui•gti flood. Rare. Pitman tells Holcombe, an amateur detective, that age believes Ladley has. 8tned Jennie 13rico. r 'Holcombe finds hterhninating evidence in Ladloy's room. An onyx clod( Is miss- ing. Mrs' Pitman's InUI'e has been stolen and broken, CHAPTER IV. T was after four when Mr. Holcombe had finished going over the room. 1 offered to make both the gentlemen some tea, for Mr. Pitman bad been an Englishman, and 1 had got into the habit of having a cupful in the after- noon, with u cracker or a bit of bread, But they refused. Air. Howell said he .had promised to meet a lady, and to bring her through the flooded district in a boat. He shook hands with me and smiled at Mr. Holcombe. "You will have to restrain his en- thusiasm, Mrs. Pitman," he said. "He is a bloodhound on the scent. If his ,baying gets on your nerves just send 'for me." He went down the stairs • .and stepped into the boat. "Remem- ger, Holcombe," he called, "every well constituted murder has two things- -la motive and a corpse. Yon haven't either,'only a mass of piffling details." - "If everybody waited until he saw -'flames instead of relying on the testi- mony of the smoke, Mi:. Holcombe ..snapped, "what world the fire loss be?" Mr. Howell poled his boat to the :front door and, sitting down, prepared to row out. "You are warned, Mrs. Pitman," e - • called to me. "If he doesn't find a body_to fit the clews he's quite capable • of making one to fill the demand." " "Horn"- said Mr. Holcombe, look- ing at the slip again. "The tail of ,the 'n' is torn off -evidently only part of a word. Hornet, Horning, Horner - r :Mrs. Pitman, will you go with me to the police station?" I was more than anxious to go. In fact, I could not bear the idea of stay- ing alone in the house, with heaven only knows what concealed in the • depths of that muddy flood. I got on my wraps again, and Mr. Hlolcombe • rowed me out Peter plunged into the water to follow and had to be sent back. He sat on the lower step and whined. Mr. Holcombe threw him an- , other piece of liver. but be did not •touch it. We rowed to the corner of Robinson street and Federal -it was before Fed• oral street was raised above the hood level -and left the boat in charge of 0 .boy there. And we walked to the po- lice station. Ou the way Mr. Holcombe questioned me closely about tbe events of the morning, and I recalled the iu- •cident, of the burned pillow slip. Ile made a note of it at once and grew . very thoughtful. He left tae. however. at the police •station. "I'd rather not appear in this. Airs. Pitman," he sold apulogctically, "and 1 think better along my own lines -not that I have nnything ago1nst 'the police; they've done some splendid work. But this case takes imngiau- tion, and the police department deals with facts. We have no facts yet. What we need. of course, is to have 'the man detained until we are sure of our ease." He lifted his hat and turned away. and I went slowly op the steps to the The Old fashioned Purging and Griping Action of Pills It Now Done Away With. Milburn's Laxa-Liver Pills gently unlock the secretions, clear away all waste and effete matter from the system, .and give tone and vitality to the whole intestinal tract. They do this by acting directly on the liver, and making the bile pass through the bowels instead of allowing it to get into the blood, and thus causing consti- pation, jaundice, catarrh of the stomach and similar troubles. Mrs. L. M. 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Ont, eee Ie ponce station, "Living, as 7 Tiad, In a neighborhood where the police, like the poor, are always with us, and where the visits of the patrol wagon are one of those familiar sights that no amount of repetition enabled any of us to treat with contempt, I was uncomfortable until I remembered that my grandfa- ther had been one of the first mayors of the city and that, if -the patrol bad been at my house more than once, the entire neighborhood would testify that my boarders were usually orderly. At the door some one touched me on the arm. It was Mr. Holcombe again. "I have been thinking it over," he said, "and I believe you'd better not mention the piece of paper that you found behind the washstand. They might say the whole thing is a hoax." "Very well," I agreed, and went in. The police sergeant in charge knew me at once, having stopped ,at my house more than once in flood time for a cup of hot coffee. "Sit down, Mrs. -Pitman," he said. "I suppose you are still making the best coffee and doughnuts in the city of Al- legheny? Well, what's the trouble in your district? Want an injunction against the river for trespass?" "The river has brought me a good bit of trouble," I said. "I'm -I'm wor- ried, Mr. Sergeant I think a woman from my house has been murdered, but I don't know." "Murdered!" he said, and drew up his chair. "Tell me about it." I told him everything, while he sat back with his eyes half closed and his fingers beating a tattoo on the arm of his chair. When I finished he got up and went into an inner room. He'came back in a moment, "I want you to come in and tell that to the chief," he said, and led the way. All told, I repeated my story three times that afternoon -to the sergeant, to the chief of pollee and the third time to both the others and two de- tectives. The second time the chief made notes of what I said. "Know this man Ladley?" he asked the others. None of them did, but they all knew of Jennie Brice and some of them had seen her in the theater. "Get the theater,` Tom," the chief said to one of the detectives. Luckily what he learned over the telephone from the _theater corrobor- ated my story. Jennie Brice was riot in the cast that week, but should have reported that morning (Monday) to re - I Told Him Everything. hearse the next week's piece. No mes- sage bttd been received from ger and a substitute had been put in her place. The chief hung np the receiver and turned to me. "You are sure about the clock, Mrs. Pitman?" be asked. "It was there when they moved upstairs to the room?" "Yes, sir." "You are certain you will not find it on the parlor mantel when the water goes down?" "'rhe mantels are uncovered now. It is not there." "You think Ladley has gone for gond?" "Yes, sir." "He'd be a fool to try to run away, unless --Graves, you'd better get hold of the fellow, and keep him until either the woman is found or the body. The river is failing. In a couple of days we will kbow if she is around the premise's anywhere." Before 1 left I described Jennie itrlce for them carefully. Asked what she t,rubnl,It' wort'. if sh+' had :.sola' away us per husband said. I had no Idea; she bad a lot of Ouches, uud drtsst•tl at good bit, But I recalled that 1 had seen lying on. the bed the Week and White dress with the red clilbtr, and they took that down, as well as the brown valise. The chief rose and opened the door for me himself. "If she ai'tuully left town at the time you mention." ha said, "she ought nut to be hard to find. There are not many trains be- fore 7 in the morning, and utast of them are locals." "And. and if she slid not, it he do you think site is in the hoose or of - rho cellar?" "Nor unless Lndley Is more of :t foul than I think he is," lie snId. smiling. "Personally I believe she has gone away, as he says she did_ But if she hasn't- Ile probably took the lull with hint when he said he was getting utecllt`ittc and dropped it in iht' t•nrrt'nt somewhere. Rut wt' must go sloe with all this, 'There's uu use shouting'votf yet." "But -the towel:'" "IIe may have cut himself shaving. It has been done." "And the knife?" IIe shrugged his shoulders good na- turetlly. "I've seen a perfectly good knife spoiled opening a bottle of pickles." "But the slipper? And the clock?" "My good woman, enough shoes and slippers are forgotten in the bottoms of cupboards year after year In flood time and are found floating around the streets to make all the old clothes men in town happy. 1 have seen almost everything floating about during one of these annual floods." "I dare say you never saw an onyx clock floating around," I replied a little sharply. I had no sense of humor that day. He stopped smiling at once and stood tugging at his mustache. "No," he admitted. "An ouyx clock sinks, that's true. That's a very nice little point, that onyx clock. He may be trying to sell it or perhaps"- He did not finish. I went back immediately, only stop- ping at the market to get meat for Mr. Reynolds' supper. It was after half past 5. and dusk was coming on. I got u boat and was rowed directly home. Peter was not at the foot of the steps. I paid the boatman and let him go and turned to go up the stairs. Some one was speaking -in the hall above. I have read somewhere that no two voices are exactly alike, just as no two violins ever produce the same sound. I think it is what they call' the timbre that is different. I have, for instance, never heard a voice like. Mr. Pitman's, although Mr. Harry Lauder's in a phonograph resembles it. And voices have always done for me what odors do for some people, re- vived forgotten scenes and old mem- ories. But the memory that the voice at the head of the stairs brought back was not very old, altliotigh I had for- gotten it. I seemed to hear again all 'at once the lapping of the water Sun- day morning its it began to come in over the doorsill; the sound of Terry ripping up the parlor carpet and Mrs. Ladley;calling me a she devil in the next room, in reply to this very voice. But when I got to the top of the stairs it was only Mr. Howell, who had brought his visitor to the Hood district, and on getting her splashed with the muddy- water had taken her to my house for a towel and a cake of soap. I lighted the lamp in the hall and Air. Howell introduced the girl. She was a pretty girl, slim and young, and she had taken her wetting good naturedly. "I know we are intruders, Mrs. PIt- man," she said, holding out her hand. "Especially now, when you are in trouble." "I have told Miss Harvey a little," Mr. Howell said, "and I promised to show her Peter, but he is not here." I think I had known it was my sis- ter's child from the moment I lighted the lamp. There was something of Alma in her, not Alma's hardness or haughtiness, but Alma's dark blue eyes with black lashes, and Alma's nose. Alma was always the beauty of the family. What with the day's ex- citement xcitement and Seeing Alma's child like this, in my house, I felt things going round and clutched at the stair rail. Mr. Howell caught me. "Why, Mrs. Pitman!" he said. "What's the matter?" I got myself in hand in a momer and smiled at the girl. "Nothing at all," I said. "Indigestion, most likely. Too much tea the last day or two and not enough solid food. I've been too anxious to eat." Lida -for she was that to me at once, although I had never seen her before -Lida was all sympathy and sweetness. She actually asked me to go with her to a restaurant And have a real dinner. I could imagine Alma, had she known! But I excused myself. "I have to cogk something for Mr. Reynolds," I sdid, "and I'm better now, anyhow, thank you. Mr. Howell, may I speak to you for a motnent?" He followed me along the back hall, which was dusk. "I have remempered something that I had forgotten, Mr. Howell," I said. "On Sunday morning the Ladleys` had a visitor." "Yes?" "They had very few visitors." "I see." "I did not see him, but I heard his voice." Mr. Howell did riot move. hitt I fancied he drew his breiltb.in t1111e1i• iy. "it sounded -it was not by arty chance yon?" "1? A newspaper 11111 ti. who goes to heft at 3 0. In. alt Sunday morning, np trail about at 10!" "1 dtJn't say what time it WAS," 1 salt sharply. NERVES WERE BAD it,=ads Would Tremble So She Could Not Raid Paper to Read. When the nerves become shaky the whole system seems to become unstrung and a general feeling of collapse occurs, as the heart works in sympathy with the nerves. Mrs.' Vin. Weaver, Shallow Lake, Cont., writes: "I doctored for a year, for.niy heart and nerves, with three different doctors, but they did not seem to know what was the matter with me. My nerves got ::o bad at last that I could not hold a paler in my hands, to read, the way t't^y trembled. I gave up doctoring thinking I could not get better. 11 lady living a few doors from me ad- vised me to try a bot of Milburn's heart and Nerve Pills, so to please her I did, and I am thankful to -day for doing so, for I am strong, and doing my own work without help." Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills are 50 cents per box, 3 boxes for $1.25; at all druggists or dealers, or mailed direct on receipt of price by, The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. But at that moment Lida called from the front hall. . "1 think I hear Peter," she said. "He is shut in somewhere, whining." We went forward at once. She was right. Peter was scratching at the doer of Mr. Ladley's room, although I bad left the door closed and Peter in the hall. I let him out, and he crawl- ed to' me on. three legs, whimpering. Mr. Howell bent over him and felt the fourth. "Poor little beast!" he sold. "His leg is broken." He madeea splint for the dog, and with Lida helping they put him to bed In a clothes basket in my upstairs kitchen. It was easy to see how things lay with Mr. Howell. Ile wa$ all ayes for her. He made excuses to touch her hand or her arm, little ca- ressing touches that made her color heighten. And -With it all there was a sort of hopelessness in his manner, as if he knew bow far the girl was out of his reach. Knowing Alma and her pride, I knew better than they how hopeless it was. 1 was not so sure about Lida. I wondered if she was in love with the boy or only in love with love. She was very young, an I had been. God help her if, like me, she sacrificed ev- erything to discover too late that she was only in love with love. CHAPTER V, R. REYNOLDS did not, come home to dinner at all. The water had got into the base- ment at the store, he tele- phoned, one of the flood gates in a sewer having leaked, and they were moving some of the departments to an upper floor. I had expected to have him in the house that evening, and now I was left alone again. But, as it happened, I was not alone. Mr. Graves, one of the city detectives, came at half past 6 and went carefully over the Ladleys' room. I showed him rthe towel and the slipper and the bro- I ken knife and where we had found the knife blade. He was very noncommit- tal and left in a half hour, taking the articles with him in a newspaper. I At 7 the doorbell rang. I went down -as far as I could on, the staircase, The Army of Constipation_ le Growing Smaller Every Day. 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"I would like to talk to you, Mrs. Pitman," she said. "Where can we go?" 1 led the way back to my room, and when she lead followed me in she turned and shut the door. "Now, then," she said without any preliminary, "where is Jennie Brice?" "1 don't know, Miss Hope," 1 an- swered. We looked at each other for a min- ute, and each of us saw what the other suspected. "He has killed her!" she exclaimed. "She was afraid be would do it, and - he bas." "Killed her and thrown her into the river," I said. "That's what I think, and he'll go free at that. It seems there isn't any murder when there isn't any corpse." "Nonsense! 1f he has done that the river will give her up eventually." "The river doesn't always give them up," I retorted. "Not in flood time, any - bow. Or when they are found it is mouths later, and you can't prove any- thing." • She had only a little time, being due at the theater soon, but she sat down and told me the story she told after- ward on the stand: i She had known Jennie Brice fox years, they having been together in the chorus as long before as Nadjy. "She was married then to a fellow on the vaudeville circuit," Miss Hope said. "He left her about that time, and she took up with Ladley. 1 don't think they were ever married." "What!" I said, jumping to my feet, "and they came to a respectable house like this! There's never been a breath. of scandal about this house, Miss Hope, and if it comes .out I'm ruined." "Well, perhaps they were married," she said. "Anyhow, they were always quarreling. And when he wasn't play- ing it was worse. She used. to come to my hotel and cry her eyes out." • "I knew you were • friends," I said. "Almost the last thing she said to me was about the black and white dress of hers you were to borrow for the piece this week." "Black and white dress! I borrow one of Jennie Brice's dresses!" ex- claimed Miss Hope.* "I should think not I have plenty of my own." That puzzled me, for she had said it, that was sure: And then I remem- bered that I had not seen the dress in tbe room that day, and I went to look for it. It was gone. 1 came back and told Miss• Hope. "A black and white dress! Did it have a red collar?" she asked. "Yes." • "Then I remember it. 'She wore a small black hat with a red quill with that dress. You might look for the hat" She followed me back to the room and stood in the doorway while 1 searched. The hat was gone, too. "Perhaps, after all, he's telling the truth," she said thoughtfully. "Her fur coat Isn't in the closet, is it?" It was gone. It is strange that all day I had. never thought of looking over her clothes and seeing what was missing. I hadn't known all she had, of course, but I had seen her all win ter in her -fur coat and admired it. It was a striped fur, brown and gray, and very unusual. But with the coat missing and a dress and hat gone, it began to look as if I had been making a fool of myself and stirring up a tempest in a teacup. Miss Hope was ns puzzled as I was. "Anyhow if he didn't kill ger," she said, "it isn't because be did not want to. Only last week she had hysterics in my dressing room and said he bad threatened to poison her. It was all Mr. Bronson, the business manager, and I could do to quiet her." She looked at her watch and ex- rlahued that she was late abd would have to hurry. I saw her down to her boat. The river had been falling rapid- ly, for the last hour or two, and I heard the boat scrape as it went over the door sill. 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It seemed to mo that this was to be my end, kill- ed like a rat in a trap and thrown out the window, to float, like my kitchen chair, into Mollie Maguire's kitchen, or to be found lying In the ooze of the yard after the river had gone down. The steps hesitated at the top of the stairs and turned back along the hall. Peter redoubled his noise. He never barked for Mr. Reynolds or the Lad- leys. I stood still, hardly able to breathe. The door was thin and the lock loose. 'One good blow, and - The doorknob turned, and I screamed. I recall that the light turned black and that is all I do remember until 1 came to a half hour later and saw Mr. Hol- combe stooping over tae. The door, with the lock broken, was standing open. I tried to move, and then l saw that my feet were propped up on the edge of Peter's basket. "Better leave them up," Mr. Hol - come said. "It sends the blood back to the bead. Half the — fool people in the •world stick a pillow under a fainting woman's shoulders. How are you now?" "All right," I said feebly. "1 thought you were Mr. Ladley." He helped me up, and I sat in a chair and tried to keep my lips from shaking. And then 1 saw that Mr. Holcombe bad brought a suit case with him and bad set it Inside the door. "Ladley is safe until be gets bail, anyhow," he said, "They picked him np as he was boarding a Pennsylvania train bound east." "For murder?" 1 asked. "As a suspicions character," he re- plied grimly. "That does as well as anything for :t time." He sat down opposite me and looked at me intently. -Mrs. Pitman." he said, "did you ever bear the story of the horse that wandered out of a village and could not be found?" I shook my head. "Well, the hest wit of the village failed to locate the horse. But one lay the village idiot walked into town tending the missing animal by the bridle. When they asked him how he had done it, he said. "Nell, I just thought what I'd do if 1 was n horse and then i went and did it." "I see," 1 sags. humurlug him. "You don't see. Now, what are we trying to do?" "We're trying to find a body. Do you Intend to become a corpse?" He leaned over and tapped on the table between us. "We are trying to prove a crime. I Intend for the time to be a criminal." He looked so curious, bent forward and glaring at me from under his bushy eyebrows, with his shoes on his knee -for he bad taken them off to wade to the stairs -and his trousers lolled to his knees, that I wondered if he was entirely sane. But Mr. Hol- combe. eccentric as he might be, was sane enough. "Not really a criminal!" "As really as lies in me. Listen. Mrs. Pitman. 1 want to put myself in Lad- ley's place fol' ti day or two, live as he sired, if I van. 1 am going to sleep in his room tonight, with your permis- sion." I could pot see any reason for objeet- tug, utthungll I thought it silty and use- less. I led the way to the front door, Mr. Iiolcombe following with his shoes and suit case. 1 lighted a -lamp and he stood loosing around him, see you bare been here since we left this afternoon," he said. "Twice," I replied, "Plrst with llfr, ()rives, and later" - Tile Waifs died on my tongue. Some one had been in the room since my last visit there. "He has been here!" I gasped. "I left the room in tolerable order. Look at it!" "When were you here last?" "At 7:30, or thereabouts." "Where 'were you between 7:30 and S:30?" "In the kitchen with i'eter." I told him then about the dog and about find- ing him shut in the room. The washstand was pulled out. The sheets of Mr. Ladley's manuscript, usu- ally an orderly pile, were half on the floor. The bed coverings bad been •1 jerked off and flung over the track of a chair. +o Peter imprisoned might have moved the washstand and upset the manu- script. Peter had never put the bed - clothing over the chair or broken his owu "Humph!" he said. And, getting out bis notebook. he made nn exact memo- randum of what 1 had told him and of the condition of the room. That done, he turned to me. "Mrs. Pitman." he said. "I'll thank you to call me Mr. Ladley for the next day or so. 1 am an actor out of em- ployment, forty-one years of age, short, stout and bald, married to n woman I would like to be quit of, and 1 am writing myself a play in which the Shubert% intend to star me or in which I intend the Shnberts to star me." "Very well, Mr. Ladley," I said, try- ing to enter into the spirit of the thing and, God knows, seeing 110 humor in it "Then you'll like your soda from the icebox?" "Sofia, ..... ITo;be;c ntinued) This Is YOUR Newspaper. Get Full Value From It By HOLLAND. THISpaper is yours. It is what you make it. It will serve you as well as you will let it. And it is only through the united force of the big family of readers that such a paper is possible at such a price. 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