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The Wingham Times, 1915-04-08, Page 7April, 8th 1915 ..___.a.,_,._. Ti -ii; WINGHAM TIMES abe Cas w o Jennie Brice ROBERTS RINEHART by the Bobbs-Merrill Company FgE 4 d ;m SYNOPSIS ' Jennie Brice and her husband, Ladley, -quarrel. She disappears from Mrs. Pit- man's boarding house during a Pittsburgh flood, Mrs, Pitman tells Holcombe, an amateur detective, that she believes Ladley has kited Jennie Brice. Holcombe ands Incriminating evidence in Ladley's room. An onyx clock is miss- ing. Mrs, Pitman's knife has been stolen rind broken. "Por your whisky. and soda before you go to bed, sir." "Oh, certainly, yes. Bring the soda. And—just a moment, Mrs. Pitman. Isis. Holcombe is a total abstainer and thas always been so. It is Ladley, not •Hollccombe, who takes this abominable 'stuff." I said I quite understood, but that 3Mir. Ladley could skip a night if he so ,wished. But the little.' gentleman rsvonid not hear to It, and when I brought the soda poured himself a dou- ble portion. He stood looking at it, With his face screwed up, as if the ivery odor revolted him. "The chances are," he said, "that Ladley-that I -having a nasty piece •ot work to do during the night, would -will take a larger 'drink than usual." ;He raised the glass, only to put it <down. "Don't forget," he said, "to put a large knife where you left the <y ,one last night. I'm sorry the water has gone down, but I shall imagine it :still at the seventh step. Good night, .Mrs. Pitman." "Good night, Mr. Ladley," I said, .smiling, "and remember, you are three weeks in arrears with your board." His eyes twinkled 'through his spec- tacles. "I shall imagine it paid," he said. I went out, and I heard him close the door behind me. Then, through the door, I beard a great sputtering and -coughing, and I knew be had got the whisky down somehow. I put the ,knife out, as he had asked me to, and went to. bed. I was ready to drop. Not even the knowledge that an imaginary Mr. Ladley was about to :commit an imaginary crime in the house that night could keep me awake. Mr. Reynolds came in at 11 o'clock. .I was roused when he banged his door. That was all I knew until morning, The sun on my face wakened me. Peter, in his basket. lifted his head as I moved and thumped his tail .against his pillow in greeting. I put on a wrapper and caned Mr. Reynolds by knocking at his door. Then I went on to the front room. The door was closed. and some one beyond was , groaning. My heart stood still, num • then raced on. I opened the dour rood looked in. Mr. Hulvutnbe was on the bed. runs .dressed. Lie had a wet towel tied . around his bead, mud his (•are tuekrtl • swollen and puffy. lie opened one . eve and looked at due. "What n night!" he t ni:tiled "What happened: Mint alit) t•u't • find?" lie groaned again, -Find!" he :until "Nothing. cxet'pt that there \Os sono, thing wrong with that whisky. it poisoned Ino. t I01 'en's been out ot the house!" wS''ofor tint day lit tempt .Mi' indies Oecnme lir. T-loleanibr memin. nihil ns inch tweeptcd ter in donua-II.''.. m mux ;null plaster over his .lunueb et eon ` shierabte mn'sine Its in ,•11 ,!1'.. lee twain • getter, but although he etea:ly 'SUFFERED WITH LAME BACK. Could Hardly Straighten Up For Pero. , When the back becomes lame and starts to ache it is the sure sign of kidney trouble. Doan's Kidney Pills cure the aching back by curing the aching: kidneys be- neath—for it is really the kidneys aching and not the back. This is why "Dean's" cures ate lasting —the medicine cures the actual cause of the disease, the kidneys. Mr. 3. W. Aylett, South Oshawa, Ont., writes: "I have much pleasure in recommending Doan's Kidney Pills. Last summer I suffered with a lame back. Sometimes I could hardly straighten up for the pain. I read about Doan's Kidney Pills and decided to give them a trial. I can truthfully say that the second box cured one. I can recommend them to all as a speedy cure to all suffer- ing with backache." Doan's Kidney Pine are 50c per box, 3 boxes for $1.2,5, at all dealers" or mailed direct on receipt of price by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. When Ordering direct specify "Doanls." tended to stay on, he said nothing about changing his identity again, and I was glad enough. The very name of Ladley was horrible to me. The river went down almost entirely that day, although there was consider- able water in the cellars. It takes time to get rid of that. The lower floors showed nothing suspicious. The papers were ruined, of course, the doors.„warped apd sprung had the floors coated with mud and debris. Terry came in the afternoon, and to- gether we hung the dining room rug out to dry in the sun. As I was coming in I looked over at the Maguire yard. Molly . Maguire was there and all her children around her, gaping. Molly was banging out to dry a sodden fur coat that had once been striped brown and gray. I went over after breakfast and claimed the coat as belonging to Mrs. Ladley. But she refused to give it up. 'There is a sort of unwritten law re- garding the salvage of flood articles, and I had to leave the coat, as I had my kitchen chair. But it was Mts. Ladley's beyond a doubt. I shuddered when 1 thought how it had probably got into the water. And yet it was curious, too, for if she had had it on, how did it get loose to go floating around Molly Maguire's yard? And if she had not worn it, how did it get in the water? ..I.t, 10.10)1 CHAPTER VI. HE newspapers were full of the Ladley case, with its cu- rious solution and many sur- prises. It was considered unique in many ways. Mr. Pitman bad always read all the murder trials and used to talk about the corpus de- lictt and writs of habeas corpus, corpus being the legal -way, I believe, of spell- ing corpse. But 1 came out of the Lad- les trial—for it came to trial ultimately —with only one point of law that I was sure of. That was that it is mighty hard to prove a man a mur- derer unless you can show what he killed. And that was the weakness in the Ladley case. There was a body, but it could not be identified. The police held Mr. Ladley for a day or two, and then, nothing appearing. they let him go. Mr. Holcombe, who was still occupying the second floor front, almost wept with rage and de- spair when he read the news in the papers. He was still working :on the case in his curious way, wandering along the wharfs at night and writing letters all over the country to learn about Philip Ladley's previous life and his wife's. But he did not seem to get anywhere. The newspapers bad been full of the Jennie Brice disappearance, for disap- pearance it proved to be. So far as could be learned she had not left the city that night or since, and as she was a striking looking woman, very blond, as I have said, with a full voice and a languid manner, she could hard- ly have taken refuge anywhere with- out being discovered. The morning after her disappearance a young wo- man, tall, like Jennie Brice, and fair. had been seen in the Union station. But as she was accompanied by a young than, who bought her magazines and papers and Nude het' an excited farewell, sending Ills love to various members of a family and promising to feed the canary, this. was not seriously considered. A sort of general alarm went over the conutr'y. When she was young n' she had been pretty well known at the Broadway theaters in New York. One way or another, the Liberty theater got at lot of free ad- vertisitng from the ease, and, I believe, Miss Hope's salary was raised. The police communicated with Jen- nie Brice's people --she had a sister in Olean, N. Y., but she had not heard from her. The sister wrote -I heard biter• -that Jenuie had been unhappy' with Philip Ladley, and afraid ho would kill her. And Miss Hope told the same story. But—there was no corpus, as the lawyers say, and finally the police had to free Mr. Ladley. Beyond tanking an attempt to get bail, and failing, be had done nothing. Asked about his wife. he merely shrug- ged his shoulders and said she had left him and would turn up all right. fie was nnconeerued, smoked cigarettes all day, ate and slept well and looked better since he had had nothing to drink. And two or three days after the arrest be sent for the manuscript of his play. Mr. Howell came for it on the Thurs- day of that week. I Was on my knees scrubbing the parlor floor when he rang the bell. I let him in, and it seemed to me that he looked tired and pale. "Well, Mrs. Pitman.” lie said, smil- ing, "what did you find in the cellar when the water went downy - "I'ot ' :Id b, smJ IItat 1 didn't lint! What 1 trait:a, Mr. 1.toevit." "Not even the onyx cluck?" "Not even the clock," I replied. "And i feel as if I'd lost a 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 yourself in the excitement and have forgotten all about It." "Nonsense." "Think hard." He was very mink In earnest, "You knew the water was rising and the Lndleys would have to be moved up to the sevond nom front, where the clock stood You went in there and looked around to see if the room was ready, and you saw the clock. And knowing that the Lad- leys quarreled now and then and were apt to throw things" - "Nothing but a soap dish, and that 'July once." —"you tools the clock to the attic and out it, say, in an aid trunk." "I did nothing lit the sort. I went on, a,s you say. and I put up au old splasher, because of the way he throws !nit about. Then I wound the clock. put the key under it and went out." "And the key is gone, too!" be said thoughtfully. "I wish 1 could find -the, clock, Mrs. Pitman." "So do I." "Ladley went out Sunday afternoon about 3, didn't he—and got back at 5':' T Owned and looked at him. "Ye,. .lir Honors; I salsa. "a'evIiaps yon Upon. something about Ili l," He ehaams' elder. Twenty ear's of Hulloing hoarders has tn;utr tile pretty shark at reading faces. and he looked is nueuuifurutblr las it' lir owed nae Money. "1!" I knew then Holt I loud been right about the voter. It had been him, "You" I retorted. "You were here Sunday morning and spent some tithe with the Lndleys. I ani the old she devil. i notice you didn't tell your friend. Mr.' Holcombe. ahotIt having been here on Sunday." He was quick to recover, "I'll tell you all about it, Mrs. Pitman." he :mid smilingly. "You see. all my lire, I Move wished for an onyx clock. It lois been my ambition. my great desire. Ixnv- lug the house that Sunday morning and hearing the ticking of the .clock upstairs '1 recognized it was an onyx clock, clambered from my, boat through an upper window and so reached it. The clock showed fight, but after stunning it with a chair"— "Exactly!" I said. "Then the thing Mrs. Ladley said she would not do was probably to *Ind the clock?" He dropped, his bantering manner at once. "MO'. l5'itnian: 'lie 'laid, "1 don't know what you heard or did not hear. But I want you to give me a little time before you tell anybody that I was here that Sunday morning. And in return I'll find your, clock." I hesitated, but however put out he was he didn't look like a criminal. Besides, he was a friend of my niece's. and blood is thicker than flood water. "There was nothing wrong about my being here." he went on. "bet I don't want it known. Don't spoil a good story, Mrs. Pitman." I did not quite understand that, al- though those who followed the trial carefully may do so. Poor Mr, Howell! I am sure he believed that it Was only a good story. He got the description of my onyx clock and wrote it down, and I gave him the manuscript for Mr. Ladley. That was the last 1 saw of him for some time. That Thursday proved to be an ex- citing day, for late in the afternoon Terry, digging the mud out of the cel- lar, came across my missing gray false front near the coal vault and brought it up, grinning, and just before (I Mr. Graves. the detective, rang the bell and then let 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. He'll be out this 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," 1 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 the old habit of the ward as- serted itself. From taking a bottle of beer or a slice of pie to telling one where one might or might not liye the police were autocrats in that neighbor- hood, and, respectable woman that I am, my neighbors' fears of the front office have infected me. "All right, Mr. Graves," I said. He pushed the parlor door open and looked in, whistling. "This is the place, isn't it?" "Yes. But it was upstairs that he" - "I see, Tall woman, Mrs. Ladley?" "Tall and blond. Very airy in her manner." Iie nodded and stood looking In and whistling. "Never heard her speak of a town named Horner, did you?" "Homer? No." "I see." He turned and wandered out again into the hall, still whistling. At the door, however, be stopped and turned. "Look anything lake this'''. he asked and held out one of his hands with a small kodalc 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 cir- cle in pencil. I took it to the gas jet and looked at it closely. It was a tall woman with at hat on, not unlike Jew ole Brice. She was looking over the crowd, and 1 could see only her face. and that in shadow. I shook my head. "I thought not," he said. "We have The Slow, Sluggish, Torpid Action of the Liver is Responsible for Many Ills. , Milbara's Laxa-Liver Pills stimulate the sluggish liver, clean the coated tongue, sweeten the obex ions breath, clean away all waste anti p-n:onous matter from the system and prevent as well as cure all complaint; ari"ing from a liver which has become i na tie. 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Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. fluoiijiit it uti harm •to curry an old t razor of Mr. Pitman's with the blade open and folded back on the handle, the way the colored people use them, in my left hand. But I saw at once teat he meant no mischief. "Good evening," he said, and put out his hand. I jumped bark until i saw there was nothing in it and that lie only meant to shake hands. I didn't du it, I might have to take him in and make his lied and cook Iris meals, but 1 did not have to shake bands with him. "You, too!" he said, looking at me with what I suppose he meant to lie a reproachful look. But he could no more put an expression of that sort in his eyes than a fish could. "I sup- pose, then, there is no use asking if I may have my old room -the front room. l won't need two." I didn't want him, and he must have teen it. But I took him. "You may have it, as far as I'm concerned," I said. "But you'll have to let the pa- per hanger in tomorrow." "Assuredly." . He came into the ball and stood looking around him, and I fancied he drew a breath of relief. "It isn't much yet," he said, "but it's bet- ter to look at than six feet of muddy, water," "Or than stone walls," I said. He looked at me and smiled. "Or than stone walls," he repeated, 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 breadknife the. moment 1 had finished with it, who can blame me? I took all the precaution I could think of -had Terry put an extra bolt on every door and hid the rat poison and the carbolic acid in the cellar. Peter would not go near him. He hobbled around on his three legs, with the splint beating a sort of tattoo on the floor, but he stayed back in the kitchen with me or in the yard. It was Sunday night or early Mon- day morning that Jennie Brice disap- peared. On Thursday evening her hus- band came back. On Friday the body of a woman was washed ashore at Beaver, but turned out to be that of a stewardess who had fallen overboard from one of the Cincinnati packets. Mr. Ladley himself showed me the ar- ticle in the morning paper when I took in his breakfast. "Public hysteria has killed a man be- fore this," he said when I had read it. "Suppose that woman had been man- gled or the screw of the steamer had cut her head off! How many people do you suppose would have been will- ing to swear that it was my -was Mrs. Ladley?" "Even without a head I should know Mrs. Ladley," I retorted. He shrugged his shoulders. "Let's trust she's still alive, for my sake," he said. "But I'm 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 went out. Mr. Holcombe still retained the sec- ond story front room. I think, although he said nothing more about it. that he was still "playing horse." He wrote a good bit at the washstand, and, from the loose sheets of manuscript be left, I believe actually tried to begin a play. But mostly he wandered along the wa- ter front or stood on one or another of the bridges, looking at- the water and thinking. It is certain that he tried to keep in the part by smoking cigarettes, but he hated them, and usually ended by throwing the ciga- rette away and lighting an old pipe he carried. On that Thursday evening he came home and sat down to supper with Mr. Reynolds. He ate little and seemed much excited. The talk ran on crime, as it always did when he was around, and Mr. Holcombe quoted Spencer a great deal -Herbert Spencer. Mr. Rey- nolds was impressed, not knowing much beyond silks and the National league. "Spencer," Mr. Holcombe would say -"Spencer shows that every occur- rence is the inevitable result of what has gone before and carries In its train an equally inevitable series of results. Try to interrupt this chain in the smallest degree and what follows? Chaos, my dear sir, chaos." "We see that at the store," Mr. Rey- nolds would say. "Accustom a lot of women to a sills sale on Fridays and then make it tooth brushes. That's chaos, all right." Well, Mr. Holcombe came in that night about 10 o'clock, and 1 told him Ladley was back. Fie was almost wild with excitement, wanted to have the back parlor, so he could watch him through the keyhole, And was terribly "Look anything like this?" he asked. a lot of stage pictures of her, but, what with false -hair and their being re- touched beyond recognition, they don't amount to much." lie started out and stopped on the doorstep to Light a cigar. "Take him in if he comes," he said. "And keep your eyes open. Feed him well and he won't kill you!" I had plenty to think of when I was cooking Mr. Reynolds' supper -the chance that I might have Mr. Ladley again and the woman at Horner. For it had come to me like a flash as Mr. Graves left that the "Horn-" on the paper slip might have been "Homer." * * ; * * • 5 After all, there was nothing sensa- tional about Mr. Ladley's return. He came at 8 o'clock that night, fresh shaved and with his hair cut, and, al- though he bad a latchkey, he rang the doorbell. I knew his ring, and _j, The Wretchedness of Constipation Can quickly be overcome by CARTER'S LITTLE LIVER PILLS Purely vegetable —ad surely and gently on the liver. Cure Headsnes., Head- ache, Dizzn nese, and Indigestion. They do their duty. Small Pill. Small Dere, Small Pyle.. Genuine must bear Signature Possible extension of the Govt+rnmer'' railway system to includ, the National Transcontinental Railway was fore- shadowed in discussion of a far-reach- ing resolution introduced by Hon. Frank Cochrane in the Commons. Children Cry FOR FLETCHER'S CAS 1 O ! l A • upset when 1 told him there was no keyhole, that the door fastened with a thumb bolt. On learning that the room was to be papered the next morn - lug he grew calmer, however, and got the paperhanger's address from me. Ile went out just after' that, Friday, OS I Si',ywas very quiet. Mr. Ladley moved to the back parlor to let .the pape'hmnger in the front room, smoked and fussed with his pa- pers all day, and Ale Holcombe stayed in his room, which was unusual. In the afternoon Molly Maguire put on the striped fur coat and went out, go- ing slowly past the house so that I would be sure to see her. Beyond banging the window down, I gave her no satisfaction. At 4 o'clock Mr. Iiolcotnbe canto to my kitchen, rubbing his hands kitchen,togeth- er. Ile had a pasteboard tube in his hand about a foot long, with an ar- rangement of small mirrors in it. 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Mothers Know That Genuine Castoria Always Bears the Signature of In USE dor Over Thirty Years ASTORIA T145 cc..Twuw Ncw 'Sr�w,c c�Tr. Ladley througu ..., tr. neens-s& seri he could. "I want to find his weak moment," be 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," 1 replied, "I hope you'll let me know. Mr. Holcombe. The gas bills are a horror to me as it is. t think he kept it -on all last night. I turned off all the other lights mod went to the cellar._ The teeter was going around." "Fine!" he said. "Every murderer fears the dark, and our friend of the I parlor bedroom is a murderer, Mrs. Pitman. Whether he hangs or not. be's a murderer." The mirror affair, which Mr. Hol- combe called a periscope, was put in that day and worked amazingly well. i went with him 4o try it mit, and I distinctly saw the paperhanger take a cigarette from Air. Laclley's ease and put it in his pocket. Just after Mat. Mr. Ladley sauntered into the room and looked at the new paper. I could both see and hear hint. It was rather weird. "Gee, what a wall paper!" he said. T tom CHAPTER VII. HAT was Friday afternoon. All that evening and most of Saturday and Sunday Mr. Holcombe sat on the door with his eye to the reflecting mirror and his notebook beside him. I have it before ode. On the first page is the "dog meat— $3" entry. On the next, the descrip- tion of what oc'tmrred on Sunday night. March 4. and Monday morning, the 5th. hollowing that canoe a sketch, elude with a eiirbot sheet of the torn paper found behind the washstand: 0,4„ trowel And then tame the entries for Fri- day. Satnrdtly and Sunday. Friday evening: ti::iO—hating hearty supper. 7 -Lights cigarette and paces floor. Notice that when Mrs. P. knocks he goes to desk and pretends to be writ- ing. 5 -is exmtniniug book. Looks like a railway guide. b:30—It is a steamship guide. 3:45 -'t'ailor's boy brings box. Gives buy 50 vents. Query: Where does he get money now that 1. B. is gone? 0 -Tries on new suit thrown). 9:30--11as been spending a quarter of an hour on his knees looking behind furniture and examining baseboard. 1u- Ila kms the key to the onyx clock. Ilas bidden it twice -once up the chim- ney flue, once behind baseboard. 10'tS-l1e has just thrown key or similar small article outside window intoy:u'd. 11 --Has gone to bed. Light burning. Shall sleep, here on floor. 1cannot sleep, Is up wall: - lee the floor end slnolcihk m Itsoirdrbence be- low. Ile had uightmart• Ana was call - inn -Jennie!" Ile got in t.,'I; a chink and is now reading. a a. ie.—Must bate at, e Is shim - him l:' nt.•._Notlting this \wtute for four hours rt read. ill;; aloud \Tett he tt.'• ti. It• m.--ile has . ti man. enIth'it hear ell-- w, dui then. "1.irwellyn is tit• 01 n r9'.k:' ' Wr— "Last rhe slip" ort:;h " the ho. nt,e ''Eliza Shaeffer." Who went to a private house?.. Jen- nie Brice? 2:30 -Cannot hear. Are whispering. The visitor has given Ladley roll of bills. 4 -Followed the visitor, a tall man with a pointed beard. He went to I he. Liberty theater. Found it was Bron- son, business manager there. - • 1Yho is Llewellyn, and who is Eliza Statel- ier? 4:15—Had Airs. I'. bring telephone book; six Llewellyus in the hook; no Eliza Shaeffer. Iaiiley nppems more cheerful since Pruaso is rtstt. He has bungbt all the evening pope's hod is searching fur something. liras not feuud it. 7—Ate well. Have asket \It's. I', in take my lube here white I interview the six 1.lewelivIts. 11—Mrs. P. report. a hider reentti_. He read anti smoked, lias gun, to bed. Light hurtling yaw live Llew- elivus. None of theta knew Brunsmr or Ladley. Sixth -a lawyer -out at re- vival meeting. Went to the church and walked home with him. He knows something. Acknowledged lie knew Bronson. Had met Ladley. Did not believe Mrs. Ladley dead. Regretted, I had not been to the meeting. Good sermon. Asked me for a dollar foe missions. 9 a. m.—Sunday. Ladley in had shape. Apparently been drinking all night. Cannot eat. Sent out early for papers and has searched them all. Found entry on second page, stared at It, then flung the paper away. Have sent for same paper. (To:be;continued) This Is YOUR Newspaper. Get Full Value From It By HOLLAND. THIS paper 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 renders that such a paper is possible at such a price. But do you get all out of the paper that Suit eau get - all that you are entitled to? Yon do taut unless you read the adwertisieg col awns. Besides t be news of the day and the happenings of the world. there are advertise. meets that will keep you posted on business ti ['fairs, that will give you the news of counnerehil life, 'These ad• vertisements tell you which are the most reliable store. what are the purest foods to eat, the most serviceable and fashionable merchandise and the most reliable products. ORT Tnic tuna. 1tl:At TUE ADVERTISEMENTS IND PROFIT BY THEM.