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The Wingham Times, 1915-04-22, Page 7April, 22nd 1915 THE WINGRAM TIMES ;i�lt�°:�".C:�.•.e:1L.�.�.���°i'�I;f.��'� � k� i' 9 .,�... t `' the Case 0 Jennie Brice atl By MARY ROBERTS RINEHART Copyright, 1913, by the Bobbs-Merrill Company In spite of the failure to identify the 'body Mr. Ladley was arrested that night, Tuesday, and this time it was .for murder. 1 know now that the po- lice were taking long chances. They .had no strong motive for the crime. As Mr. Holcombe said, they had prove- -cation, but not motive, which Is differ- •.ent• They had opportunity, and they •bad a lot of straggling links of clews, which in the total made a fair chain of circumstantial evidence. But that was .all. That is the way the case stood on Tuesday night, March l,i• Mr. Ladley was taken away at 9 ,o'clock. He was perfectly cool, asked me to help him pack a suit case and whistled while it was being done. He requested to be allowed to walk to the jail and went quietly, with a detective on one side and, I think, a sheriff's of- ficer on the other. Just before he left he asked for a (word or two with me, and when be paid his bill up to date and gave me an extra dollar for taking care of Peter 1 twas almost overcome. He took the manuscript of his play with him, and I remember his asking if he could have any typing done in the jail. I had never seen a man arrested for murder before, but I think he was probably the coolest suspect the officers had aver seen. They hardly knew what to make of it. Mr. Reynolds and I had a cup of tea' after all the excitement and were sit' ting at the dining room table drinking It when the bell rang. It was Mr. Howell. He half staggered into the ball when I opened the door and was for going into the parlor bedroom with -out a word l ' "Mr. Ladiey's gone, If you want him," I said. I thought his face cleared. "Gone!" he said. "Where?" "To jail" He did not reply at once. He stood there, tapping the palm of one hand -;with the forefinger of the other. He paws dirty and unshaven. His clothes Hooked as if he had been sleeping in ;them. "So they've got him!" he muttered tinnily, and turning, was about to go -Ont the front door without. another word, but 1 caught his arm. "You're sick, Mr. Howell," I said. °`You'd better not go out just yet." "Oh, I'm all right." Hr shook his 'handkerchief out and wiped his face. saw that his hands were shaking. "Coale back and have a cup of tea .and a slice of homemade bread." He hesitated and looked at his wauell. "I'll do it, Mrs. Pitman," be said. "I suppose I'd better throw a little feel into this engine of mine. It's lawn going hard for several days." He ate like a wolf. I 'cut half a.lnnt' :into slices for him. and he drank tan' rest of the tea. Mr. Reynolds rreakee up to bed and left him still eating. and me still cutting and sill ondihc Now that I had a chtnu•e to see pint I was shocked. 'l'he rims of his eyes were red. his collar bla••k dual ilis hex hung over his forehead But when tie Dually sat back and Inukctl all ate iii.• coinr was better. "So Ihey've canned him:" he said "Time enough, too," said 1. He leaned forward and put both Its •elbows on the table. "Mrs. Pitman he said earnestly, "I ttuu't like it'll any more than you do. But le het' ,i. 'killed tint woman. - "Somebody killed her." "flow du yon Kilt'" : Ilett (In I'M' know sites dead: • 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 become so nervous that it is impossible for them to sleep. The nerves have become unstrung and the heart perhaps affected. 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"I look bad enough," he said, "but I feel worse. Well, you've saved my life, Mrs. Pit- man. Thank you." "How is my -how is Miss Harvey?" I asked, as we started out. He turned and smiled at me in his boyish way. "The best ever!" he said. "I haven't seen her for days, and it seems like centuries. She -she is the only girl in the world for me, Mrs. Pitman, al- though I"- He stopped and drew a long breath. "She is beautiful, isn't she?" "Very beautiful," I answered. "Her mother was always" - "Her mother!" He looked at me curiously. "I knew her mother years ago," I said, putting the best face on my mis- take that I could. "Then I'll remember you to her, if she ever allows me to see her again. Just now I'm persona non grata." "If you'll do the kindly thing, M.r. Howell," I said, "you'll forget me to her." He looked into my eyes and then thrust out his band. "All right," he said. "I'll not ask any questions. I guess there are some curi- ous stories hidden in these old houses." Peter bobbled to the front door with him. • He bad not gone so far as the parlor once while Mr. Ladley was in the house. They had had a sale of spring flow- ers at the store that day, and Mr. Rey- nolds had brought me a pot of white tulips. That night I hung my mother's picture over the mantel in the dining room and put the tulips beneath it. It gave me a feeling of comfort; I had never seen my mother's grave or put flowers on. it. CHAPTER IX. HAVE said before that I do not know anything about the law. I believe that the Ladley case was unusual in several ways.• \l r. Ladley had once been well known in New York among the people who frequent the theaters, and Jennie Brice was even better known. A good many lawyers, I believe, said that the police had not a leg to stand on, and 1 know the case was watched with much in- terest by the legal profession. People wrote letters to the newspapers pro- testing against Mr. Ladley being held. And I believe that the district attor- ney in taking him before the grand jury hardly hoped to make a case. But he did, to his own surprise I fancy, and the trial was set for May. lint in the meantime many curious things had happened. in thefirst place, the week following Mr. Ladley's arrest my house was fill- ed up with eight or ten members of a company from the Gaiety theater, very cheerful and jolly and well behaved. '1'lu•ee men, I think, and the rest girfs. One of the men was named Bellows, Jahn Bellows, and it turned out that he had known Jennie Brice very well. From the moment be learned that Mr. Holcombe hardly left him. 13e walked to the theater with him and waited to walk home again. tie took ilio out to restaurants and for long street car rides in the mornings. and on the last night of theft'^stay, Satur- day. they got gloriously drunk to- gether --Mr. Holcombe, no doubt, in his ehin•:Ic•ter or La dIcy-:t till carne reeling lit at 3 In the learning. singing. Mr. Holcombe (vita very stet: the next day, hat by Mmday lie was all right. and he called lee into the room. "We've got hint. \Irs. Pitman," he salt!. looking Mottled, but cheerful. "As sure as (it'd Wards, liltle fishes. we've got him." That was all ho %smite say, however it seemed he Wits :Whig to New York ind nn:aht he gone for a month. "1 et tie family." he said. "and enough nlrne,1 ho keep rue. it I land my relaxation in hunting down crlmi nulls, it's a harmless and cheap amuse. inept, and -it's my own business." lie went away that night. and l oust admit I missed him. I rented the parlor bedroom the next day to ti school teacher, and I found the peri- scope affair very handy. I could see just how much gas she used, and al- though the notice on each door forbids cooking and washing in rooms, I found she was doing both; making coffee. end boiling an egg in the teeming, and rubbing out stockings and handl; er- chief:: lir her washbowl. I'd much rath- er have men as boarders than women. The women are always lighting alcohol moms 00. Lhes liure: tt and want]n, Ali. hell terntul into n laic corner so they can nee thea' gontit'n,uu Metals in their rooms, Well, with Mr. Holcombe gone and Mr. Reynolds busy all day and half the night getting out the summer silks and preparing for remnant day, and with Mr. Ladley in jail and Lida out of the city -for I saw in the papers that she was not well, and her mother had taken her to Bermuda -I bad a "I believe 1 know something about Jennie Brace." good bit of time on ins hands. And so i got in the habit of thinking things over and trying to draw conclusions. as I had seen Mr. Iloleontlhe do. I would sit dawn and write things tint as they nod happened and study them over. and especially I worried over how we could have found a slip of paper in Mr. Ladley's mem with a list, almost exact, of the things we had diseot'ered there. I used to real it over. "rope, knife, shoe, towel, horn" - and get more and more bewildered. "Hort!"-might hate been 10 t„tvu, or It alight not have been. 'There was such :t town, according to Ale (Int\1•s. Wit ippmrutly he 11,01 nottte 1.01 1110:: of it. \Yas it :1 tiuo'n mat was meant': The dictionary gave tmly a few words, beginning with "horn"- limpet, hornblende, hornpipe and horny none of tehieti was of any tlsslstanee \utt thee one morning I happened to see lit the personal culnitrl or tune tit the hoose:Iperti Mil it tvtui null intned lain;! Nhat'fter of darner had day gid Butt tlrplegtou and I'iyuumth heck t'hlcks for ..ale, and it started lilt' tit pnzzing again t'erluaiis it 11:111. boon Burne]' Mud Ito„illy this very Eliza 811:tet'fer- 1 sullies(' lay tack tut expericnre Was in my tutor, for, after all, Eliza SImet' tet' is a common einem') mane,, and the "Horn” might love stood for "horn swoggle" for all I knew. The story tit the Imus tt'ho thought of what he would do if he tvei'e to horse terve tel to :rte, and for an hour or so I tried to think 1 wits Jennie Brice trying to not away and hide from my roscot of :0 husband. But 1 trade no headway.] would never have gone to huruer or to any $mall town If I had (canted to hide. I think I should have gone :,round the corner and taken a room In my own neighborhood or bare lust my- self in some large city. ft was that same day that since i did not go to Horner Horner carne to me. The bell rang about 3 oeloc•k, end I nnswered,.,it myself. tor with tinges hard and only two or three cooniers all' winter 1 had not had a servant except Terry to do odd jobs for some mouths. There stood a fresh faced young girl. with a covered basket in her hand. "Are you Mrs. Pitman?" she asked. "I don't need anything today," I said, trying to shut the door, And at that minute something in the basket cheep- ed. Young women selling poultry are not common in our neighborhood. "What have you there?" I asked more agreeably. "Chicks, day old chicks, but I'm not trying to sell you any. I -may 1 come in?" It was dawning on me then that per- haps this was Eliza Shneffer. 1 led her back to the dining room, with Peter sniping et the basket, "My name is Shaeffer," she said. "I've seen your name in the papers, and I believe I know something about Jennie Brice." Eliza Shaeffer's story wits extreme, She said that she was postinistress at Horner and lived with her mother on a farm a mile out of the town. driving in and out each day In :n buggy. On Monday • afternoon, March 3, a woman had alighted Mt the station from a train and had takel luncheon at the hotel. She told tin' cleric she vas on tihe road, selling corsets, and was much disappointed to find no store of any size In the town. The woman, who had registered as sirs .lane Bellotti a, said she wits tired oral would like to rest fora day or two on a farm. She was told to see Eliza Shaeffer at the Itostoflice, and as a result drove out with her to the farm after the last mail calve in thin evening. Asked to describe her --she was over medium height, light haired, quick in her movements and wore a black and white striped dress with a red collar end a bat to match. She carried a small brown valise that Miss Shaeffer presumed contained heel samples. Mrs. Shaeffer had made her welcome, although they did not usually take boarders until ,lune. She had not eaten much supper, and that night she had asked for pen and ink and had written Ii.I ems,. ma, e r trap tint lnalileil, It You Wish to Be Well You Must Keep the Bowels Regular. If the bowels do not move regularly they will, sooner or later, become con- stipated, and constipation is productive of more ill health than almost any other trouble. 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Bellows had spent in her room, and Mrs. Shaeffer had driven to the village in the afternoon with word that she bad been crying all day and bought some headache medicine for her. On Wednesday morning, however, she had appeared at breakfast, eaten heartily and had asked Miss Shaeffer to take• her letter to the postoffice. It was addressed to Mr. Ellis Howell, in care of a Pittsburgh newspaper. That night when Miss Eliza went home, about half past 8, the woman was gone. She had paid for her room and had been driven as far as Thorn- ville, where all trace of her had been lost. On account of the disappearance of Jennie Brice being published short- ly after that, she and her mother had driven to Thornvilie, but the station agent there was surly as well as stu- pid. They had learned nothing about the woman. Since that time three men bad made inquiries about the woman in question. One had pointed vandyke beard; the second, from a description, 1 fancied must have been Mr. Graves. The third, without doubt, was Mr. Howell. Eliza Shaeffer said that this last man had seemed half frantic. I brought her a photograph of Jennie Brice as "Topsy" and another one as "Juliet." She Said there was a resemblance, but it ended there. But of course, as Mr. Graves had said, by the time an actress gets her photograph retouched to suit her it doesn't particularly resemble her. And unless I had known Jennie Brice myself I should hardly have 'recognized the pictures. Well, in spite of all that, there seem- ed no doubt that Jennie Brice had been living three days after her dis- appearance and that would clear Mr. Ladley. But what bad Mr. Howell to do with it all? Why had be not told the police of the letter from Horner? Or about the woman on the bridge? Why had Mr. Bronson, who was likely the man with the pointed beard, said nothing about having traced Jennie Brice to Horner? I did as I thought Mr. Holcombe would have wished me to do. I wrote down on a clean sheet of note paper all that Eliza Shaeffer said -the de- s_criptionof tbP i , ck era whit. dresee. whithoweadiddimmiumbsiss Your Liver is Clogged up That's Why' You're ,.Tied—Oat of Sods -Hers ao Appetite. CARTER'S LITTLE LIVER PILLS , will put you right in • tcw days. They do their duty. Cure Cotuti- miss,!ndttaHon, sal Sick Head'acle. II Pill, Small Dose, Small Price. Genuine must bear Signature INPIPMPINIMPIMPRIVVIIPEROMPIPI trio iconlnn's height and the rest -and thee I took her to the courthouse, chicks and all, and she told her story to't'e to one of the assistant district attorneys. The young plan was interested, but not cvnvineed. Ile had her story taken down and she signed It. He was smiling as lie bowed us out, 1 turned in the doorway. "This will free Mr. Ladley, I sup- pose?" I asked, "Not just yet," the said pleasantly. "This makes just eleven places wbere Jennie Brice spent the first three days after her death." "But 1 can positively identify the dress." "My good woman, that dress has been described to the last stilted arch and colonial volute iu every newspaper in the United States!" That evening the newspapers an- nounced that during a conference at the jail between Mr. Ladley and James Bronson, business manager at the Liberty theater, Mr. Ladley had at- tacked Mr. Bronson with a chair and almost brained him. * * # * * * Eliza Shaeffer went back to Horner after delivering her chicks somewhere in the city. Things went on as before. The trial was set for May. The dis- trict attorney's office had all the things we had found in the house that Mon- day afternoon -the stained towel, the broken knife and its blade, the slipper that had been floating in the parlor and the rope that bad fastened my boat to the staircase. Somewhere - wherever they keep such things -was the headless body of a woman, with a hand missing, and with a curious scar across the left breast. The slip of paper, however, which 1 had found behind the baseboard, was still in Mr. Holcombe's possession, nor bad be mentioned it to the police. Mr. Holcombe had not came .back. He wrote me twice asking me to hold his room, once from New York and once from Chicago. To the second let- ter he added a postscript: Have not found what I wanted, but am getting warm. If any news, address me at Des Moines, Ia., general delivery. H. It was nearly the end of April when I saw Lida again. 1 had seen by the newspapers that she and her mother were coming borne. I wondered if she had heard from Mr. Howell, for I had not, and I wondered, too, if she would send for me again. But she came herself, on foot, late one afternoon, and, the school teacher being out, I took her into the parlor bedroom. She looked thinner than be- fore and rather white. My heart ached for her. "I have been away," she explained. "I thought you might wonder why you did not bear from me. But, you see, my mother" -she stopped and flushed. "I wopid have written you from Ber- muda, but -my mother watched my correspondence. so 1 could not." No, I knew she could not. Alma had once found a letter of mine to Mr. Pitman. Very little escaped Alma. , Pi'ierds of 1) midi Rev'nolds, who was convicted at London, Ont , for murder, and sentenced to 15 years in the regi• tentia•v. are endoavoring to got hist pardoned. • Children Cry FOR FLETCHER'S C A S T O P I A "I wondered if you have heard any- thing?" she asked. "I have heard nothing. Mr. Howell was here once, just after I saw you. I do not believe he is in the city. "Perhaps not, although -Mrs, Pit- man, itman, 1 believe he is in the city, bid - ung.," "Hiding: Why?" "1 don't know. But last night I thought I saw him below my window. I opened the window, so if it were he be could make some sign. But he moved on without a word. Later, who- ever it was came back. 1 put out my light and watched. Some one stood there, in the shadow, until after 2 this morning. Part of the time he was looking up." "Don't you think, had it been be, he would have spoken when he saw you?" She shook her head. "He is in trou- ble," she said. "He has not heard from me, and he -thinks I don't care any more. Just look at me, Mrs. Pit- man. Do I look as if I don't. care?" She looked half killed, poor lamb. "He may be ant of town searching for a better position," I tried to com- fort her. "He wants to have some- thing to offer more than himself." "1 only want him," she said, looking at me frankly. "I don't know why I tell you all this, hut you are so kind. and I must talk to some one." She sat there in the cozy corner the schoolteacher land made, with a por- tiere and some cushions, and I saw she was about ready to break down and cry. I went over to her and took her hand, for she was my own niece, al- though she didn't suspect it, and 1 had never had a child of my own. 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"Yes, sir." "At what time did you retire that night?" "Not at all. The water was very high. I lay down, dressed, at 1 o'clock and dropped into a doze." "How long did you sleep?" "An hoer or so. Mr. Reynolds, a boarder, roused me to say he had heard some one rowing a boat in the lower hall." "Do sun keep it boat around dnring flood tulles'!" "Yes. sir.' ; ni do when Mr. Itey- nniltt i'nt-,•d tent': I \,',•;:t t:t her tap of the stairs. My '•\\'a, the I,e:,t secured?' "Yrs, sir Anyhow, there tt•as uo otirreut to the Irall." -What till yon do then?' "I ,vaned :1 lime and went hark to illy meal ' "What op:mention of the ttnu..e did 1,111 utak,' ii al;t 1 '•iii 1:0 t,•ukt•d ;U'n lit! •'tC14:i Old m• ,''tui?" 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I asked It she was not ill, and he said no; that she had gone away early; that he had rowed her to Federal street, ,Ind that she would be back S;tttu'd;at, It was shortly after that that the dog Peter brought fn one of lira. 1.:a1,oy's slippers, water soaked." •Ym reeognlzed the slipper?" -•1'o, .e ely. I had seen it often." I. Id $•u du with it?" "I took it to Mr. Ladley." "What did be say?" "He said at first that it was not hers. Then he said if it was she would never wear it again -and then added -be- cause it was ruined." "Did he offer any statement as to where his wife was?" "No, sir; not at that time. Before he bad said she had gone away for a few days." "Tell the jury about the 'broken knife." "The dog found it floating in the par lot with the blade broken." "You had not left it downstairs?" "No, sir. I bad used it upstairs the night before and left it on a mantel of the room I was using as a temporary kitchen" "Was the door of this room locked?" "No. It was standing open." "Were you not asleep in this room?" "Yes." "You heard no one come in?" "No one -until Mr. Reynolds roused me." "Where did you find the blade?" "Behind the bed In Mr. Ladley's room." "What else did you find in the room ?" "A blood stained towel behind the washstand; also my onyx clock was missing." "Where was the clock when the'Lad- leys were moved up into this room?" "On the mantel. I wound it just be- fore they came upstairs." "When you saw Mrs. Ladley on Sun- day did she say she was going away?" "No. sir." "Did you see any preparation for a journey?" IMEmimmacfr • t",o be otrt need) PROSPERITY 1 Advertisements Are the I Guideposts Showing Way By HOLLAND. WOULD you travel the road that leads to Pros- perity? Then read the ad- vertisements. They are the guideposts pointing the way. 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