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The Wingham Times, 1905-07-06, Page 7tGopYrir'ht, 1905, by G. W. Dillingham CompnnY 5I I The mellow Holly By FERGUS HUME. Author of "The Mystery of a Hansom Cab," Ltc. i 1.111,11I .III 11 1111. CI and put out his hand with tate weapon ;pointing outward. In rushing on me Percy came against it, and it ran right into his heart. With a choking cry 1 e fell dead. I was terrified and began to wring my hands. Ireland kuelt •down and found that Percy was dead. Ile seized my wrist and told me to hold Tay tongue lest I should be accused of the death. I said it was his fault. Ho 'replied it was an accident. But I had got the stiletto, I had tried to kill Per- cy, and Ireland declared that if I :e aid anything he would denounce me .as the criminal. I was terrified as I slaw the danger in which I was placed. Ireland suggested that we should "Percy was dead!" • throw the body over the parapet on :to the beach, and it would be thought robbers had killed Percy. I agreed, :.and we threw the body of my darling • over. Oh, how my heart ached when I heard it fall on the cruel, cruel • tstones! "With Ireland I arranged to hold my . tongue, and on his part he promised he would say nothing. The next day •the news of the discovery of the body • came. Senora Velez, from whom I had borrowed the stiletto, knowing of my love for Percy and being in love :with him herself, accused me of the • crime. I denied it and said that if she • •did not hold her tongue I would tell )her husband bow she had loved Percy. ,'She was afraid of her husband, who ;was a jealous brute, so she remained • - quiet. I gave her back the stiletto, • which I had obtained from Ireland. (We were both safe, but I was so 111 that I left the hotel and returned to England. George Rates, who never ...Inspected my share in the death, fol- lowed." ' It was at this point that George • 'teased reading. He now knew the worst. His father had died by acct. • • 'dent, and Ireland had been the unwit- ting cause of his death. Brendon won- dered how the old man could have • •carried the knowledge all these years :without speaking. He determined to have an interview with him. But at last he knew the truth about the • death in San Remo. It inculpated no •one, and he could not , see how --ac- • 'cording to Bawdsey—it could be con- nected with the murder of 'sirs. Jer• . •sey. CHAPTER XXII. EORGE read the remainder of Mrs. Jersey's confession and then put it away. Even when he got to the end he could I 'snot connect the San Remo crime with • that of Amelia square. It was in his mind to see his grandfather and tell the story to him, backed by the pro- , duction of the confession. But on sec- • •ond thought he decided to see Bawd- sey first, He wired for an appoint- ment and received a reply stating that Itawdsey was going out of town at 3 o'clock that day, but would be in his rooms till then. Within an hour George was on his way to Bloomsbury. On arriving he found that the detec- tive expected him and went to bis room. Bawdsey was still in a disturb- ed state, as he was most anxious to get down the country to help Lola out of her difficulty, He received Bren- don irritably and in silence. George saw that the man was all nerves and did not resent his sharp greeting. Ile sat down and opened the conversation. "You are going down to see Lola?" he asked. "Of course. I am much worried ever her. She may get into serious trouble over this freak. "Well, why not tell the judge she is insane at times? Then she will get off lightly." "Would that be true?" asked the de- tective, struck by the idea. "As true as most things. She really is not accountable for her actions when she gets into these frenzies, and in such a one site must have been to at- tempt the burglary." "Poor soul! I wonder how she b now." "Oh, she is not troubled much. Her spirits are as good as usual. She hard- ly seems to realize the enormity of her offense." "How do you know?" asked Bawd- sey, with a stare. "Because I saw 'her last night. Aft- er I left you I took the train to War - grove and had an interview with her." "You might have told me, Mr. Bren- don," said Bawdsey in a wounded tone. "What would have been the use of that? I can manage my own business, I hope." "Considering how I love her, it is my business also." George shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you see, Bawdsey, it was your inten- tion to see Lola first. I guessed as much, so I stole a march on you." Bawdsey fenced. "I don't see how you can say that." "I can. You know that Lola was in this house on the night the woman died." 1 "I presume so, since she got the con- fession, and she must have secured it to know where your parents were mar- ried." "Well, then, knowing that, you wish- ed to get that confession." "Yes, I did," said the detective, "and why not? I desired to know if Mrs. Jersey said anything about the San Remo crime in it" "I can tell you that. She did. I have the confession." Bawdsey bounded from his chair. "Where is it?" he asked. "In my rooms, locked away." "I do call that a shame," grumbled Bawdsey. "You might have trusted me, Mr. Brendon." "Might I2 Would you have trusted me?" "I do. You know I do." "To such an extent as suits yourself. But would you have shown me that confession had it come into your pos- session?" "You are not showing it to me," said Bawdsey evasively. "That is not an answer. But I'l1 show, you the confession whenever you like. Come, now, Would you have shown it to me?" "Since you have read it, why ask me that question?" snapped the detective. "You know"— "Yes, I know that you would have burned the confession. I know that to have a paper in existence which sets forth that Mr. Bawdsey's true name is George Rates is not to your liking. You are George Rates?" Bawdsey shrugged his shoulders. "There is no use denying it," he said. "You have my wife's handwriting." "Was Mrs. Jersey really your wife?" "She was. We married soon after we left San Remo. She was hard up or she would not have married me." "And you went to the States?" "We did. There I took the name of Jersey and tried a variety of things, none of which came to any good. Then I left Eliza." "Why did you do that?" "Because she was a devil," said Bawdsey, his face lighting up. "I tried all the means in my power to make her happy, but she was always quarreling and nagging and lamenting that she had not married that Vane—your fa- ther, Mr. Brendon." "Did she tell you about the murder?" "It wasn't a murder," protested Bawdsey. "No, she did not tell me, but from a hint or two she dropped about getting money from Mr. Ire- land I guessed that he had something to do with it. I came across to Eng- land, and I saw him. He told me the whole story." "Did you get money from him?" "I did not. I am an honest man, al- though you do not seem to think so. I left all that blackmailing to my wife. She came- over to get money oat of Ireland, iib simply said that he would b tl call e hol e truth an the yr tell wom- an Velez at a Witness about the dag• ger." "But that woman is dead?" "Oh, no, she isn't," said Bawdsey coolly. "Lela told the that the was aline and . 0111 fa San Remo. She could have Made thini y,ery hot for „ ! .11a { i R L EAL EI S ALL D Recommend and Sell ii Dr A:W Chase's Medicines TUE WINGIIAM TIMES JULY 6, 1905 CU1tESi Dyspepsia, Boils, Pimples, • Headaches, Constipation, Loss of Appetite, Salt Rheum, Erysipelas, Scrofula, and all troubles arising from the Stomach, Liver, Bowels or Blood. Mrs. A. Lethanguts, of Ballydulf, Out.y writes: "I believe I would have been in my grave long ag6o had it not been Jur Burdock Blood Ilit- tors. I was run down to such an extent that I could scarce- ly move about the house. 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"Why was that?" • "Well, sir," replied Bawdsey frankly. "I didn't hold with the annuity she was getting." "In a word, you disapproved of the blackmail?" "That's a good, useful word, sir," said Bawdsey easily. "Yes, I did. I never would take a penny from her, and when I lived here during the few weeks I paid my board. Yes, sir, I'm an honest man." "I am convinced you are, Bawdsey, and I apologize for my suspicions. But in some ways—eh?" "I didn't act very straight, you mean. Well, sir, I fancied, seeing what you know, that you might sus- pect me of killing her." "No, Bawdsey. As you have acted so fairly all through, I am convinced that you are innocent on that score. But why did you say that the San Remo crime was connected with the death of Mrs. Jersey?" Bawdsey opened his eyes. "Can't you see, sir? The stiletto." "Oh, you mean that the weapon used by Lola was the same one as my fa- ther was killed with?" "Certainly, Mr. Brendon. It belong- ed to Senora Velez, the mother. She gave it to Lola, for I saw it in her rooms before the death of Mrs. Jersey, and I recognized it from the descrip- tion given by my wife." "But there are dozens of stilettos like that one. Lord Derrington showed it to me." "Yes, that's true enough, but, you see, from what my wife told me, I knew that she had got the dagger from the woman Velez. It wasn't hard to see when I dropped across a similar weapon in the room of a woman also called Velez that it was the same. Now you see how it is that Lola knew so much about the death of your fa- ther and how she and I came to talk of the matter." "How did you drop on the subject in the first place?"_•_•__,. _... _ M_...-.. ... FOR.... "Tho name was enough for me. I saw Lola, and I fell in love with her, as you know. Titers I remembered the name Velez and got an introduction to her. Ono thing led to another until I knew the whole story, and she admit- ted that the stiletto was the one with which lir. Vane had been killed." George thought for a few minutes. "Tell ate, Bawdsey," be said at length, "did you suspect Lola of committing the crime?" • "Yes, I did," admitted Bawdsey frankly, "You see, she has a devil of a temper. I never knew that she had gone to see Mrs. Jersey on that night, although I aright have guessed it be- cause of the way she tried to learn the whereabouts of the house." "You mean the crimson light? Her excuse was foolish I t%tought the other day when you stated it," said George. "But when diel you first suspect her?" "When I picked up the stiletto I rec- ognized it at once. It was my intention to take it round to her, so that she should not be incriminated, but I was so upset—as I said the other day—that I forgot all about the matter. When I did think it was too late, for Derring- ton woke up and put on his coat. I wondered whether lie would mention the stiletto to ate, but he never did," "Because he knew nothing about it," said George. "Mrs. Ward stole it, as I told you," "01, I see how it is now. But I real- ly did suspect Lola. I asked her it she was in the house. She said that she had been, although she denied it at first." "How did you bring her to confess?" "1 threatened to identify the stiletto. Then she told the truth—if it was the truth," said Bawdsey. "01, I think so. I don't believe ,she killed the woman. Since she had got what she wanted—the confession— there was no sense in her committing a murder. No, I quite believe that she threw the dagger at Mrs. Jersey's feet, as she said." Bawdsey scratched his head. "I won- der who did kill Eliza," be muttered, "if Lola 'is innocent and I am inno- cent." Ile looked at Brendon. "1 can't help you," replied George, rising. "The thing is quite beyond me. It must have been some one in the house." "No," replied Bawdsey positively. "Remember Mr. Train heard a door close—the front door—some time about half past 11." "That was you, was it not?" "No, sir. I did not arrive till close on 12, and Mrs. Jersey was already dead. The door must have been opened and closed by the murderer, and he left just before I arrived." "But how could he have entered? You alone had the latchkey. As to Lo- la, she slipped in while Mrs. Jersey was dismissing her guests." Bawdsey shook his head. "I can't understand it, sir. Of course there was another gentleman who had the house for a short time." He looked meaning- ly at Brendon. George looked puzzled. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Well, sir," began Bawdsey, with his invariable formula, "I don't like Diarrhoea, Dysentery, Stomach Cramps and all Summer Complaints take Don't expelriment with new and untried relnedies, but procure that which Inas stood the test of time. Dr. Fowler's has stood the test for 6o years, and bas never failed to give satis- faction. It is rapid, reliable and effectual a, an its action and does not leave the bowels constipated. Kerese M1Lt. Suestreurr.e. Tn*v'R8 DANGEROUS. Mas, Gamow Lusa:, .Aylmer, Que., writes: "t ADM! ueet Dr. Fowler's Extract of 'ma strawberry �or Dlarriaearor aswtal years past at.t 1T fiat it it the oaty aredielas which hinge retied is ed altort t* tisa" blow he had a great deal of nerve," Said George dryly. "But you go on a lot of suppositions. I do not believe • Mr. Ireland had anything to do with the matter." "Then who had?" asked the detec- tive. "What would you say to Margery?" "What, the niece ---that half witted girl?" "Exactly. Half witted. She is more . like an animal than anything human. She gets these sudden fits of rage.. When Miss Buli fainted Margery rush- ed in and threatened me with her fists. Seeing what an uncontrollable temper she had, it occurred to me that she might have killed her aunt" "But 'Liss Bull says that the aunt locked the girl in her roots." "Of course, but :Mss Bull may know the truth and may be shielding Mar- gery. 'what if Mrs. Jersey found Mar- gery down the stairs after Lola was gone and instead of rebuking her as Miss Bull said in the passage"— "At 11 o'clock, mind." • "Later, I think," said George quick- ly. "You did not arrive till nearly 12, and the woman was just dead." "I don't think a few minutes would make much difference," said Bawdsey quietly. "But go on, sir. Let me hear your theory." "Well, I fancy that Mrs. Jersey caught Margery down the stairs and took her into her own room to rebuke her quietly, so that the rest of the house might not hear; also she would be anxious to learn if the girl. had over- heard her conversation with Lola. If Margery had she would assuredly have told Miss Bull. Mrs. Jersey would be afraid of that, and I dare say she stormed at Margery to make her speak." "But there could have been no raw, sir. No one heard a disturbance." "I am bound to say I did not hear a disturbance myself," said George re- flectively. "firs. Jersey may have ar- gued quietly. Then, as you say, the stiletto was on the table. Margery, goaded into action, might with the sudden rage of a dumb animal have"— "Well, it's not impossible. But about the door closing?" "When Margery saw what she had done," pursued George, still trying to guess what had taken place, "her first impulse could be to run away. She would steal out and open the door. 1 am pretty sure Miss Bull was ou the watch and saw her. She would draw the girl back and close the door—at half past 11, as Train heard. Then she would pacify Margery and lock her in her bedroom, after previously instruct- ing her what to say next morning. That is what I believe, Bawdsey." "It's a very pretty case," murmured the detective, "and things might have happened as you say. But if it is the case there is not much chance of learn- ing the truth. Both Margery and Miss Bull will be silent. And, after all, my theory regarding Ireland is just as good, Mr. Brendon." George rose to go. "Stick to your theory and I'll stick to mine," he said, smiling. 'But what about Lola?" "Well, sir, I'll go down with Iiow- laski and see her. We will do what- ever we can to get her out of her trouble. And you, sir"— "Oh, I shall have nothing more to do with Lola. Take her away to the States as your wife, Bawdsey, and I will get my grandfather to give you the thousand pounds to start life on." "It's very good of you, sir," said Bawdsey gratefully. "And you will try to persuade her to marry me?" "Yes. She knows, as I told her, that, register or no register, my grandfather intends to recognize me as his heir. Therefore site is certain, as she may well be. that I shall marry Miss Ward. She wi'l gradually get over her fancy for me and will be quite content to take you." "What do you intend to do now', sir?" "Leave matters alone, Bawdsey. I don't want to learn who killed Mrs. Jersey. Now I know about my fa- ther's marriage I shall change my name, take my rightful one and have done with all this crime and mystery. The yellow holly can go hang for me." "Ireland! Oh, no, that is impossible!" to mention names, and I am sure what I say will go no further, but there is Mr. Ireland"— Brendon started to his feet, with an agitated face. "Ireland! Oh, no, that is impossible," he declared, "quite im- possible! Why should he have a latchkey?" "After your grandfather's death he was in possession of the house for a time, and the keys would be with him. In handing them to Lord Der- rington he aright have forgotten one." "It's impt•obabiei" "I don't think so. It was a chance, I think, at first, but when he knew that Mrs. Jersey occupied the house he might have found the latchkey use- ful to see her when he felt inclined. I dare say she tried to get money out of him again." "But he refused her." "He did—once," said Bawdsey mean- ingly, "but Mr. Ireland was not so young as he had been and dreaded lest his—accident should be known. I'm sure Mrs. Jersey would let him know that she was just round the corner. She always kept in touch with useful friends." "But why should he kill her so sud- denly?" "Well, be might have heard that She had written out a confession, or even about Lord 1)errington's visit. And then he would come round to ask her it she had incriminated him in her confession. He would ask her for a sight of it. Not having it, 'for she found the blue envelope empty after Lola left, she 'would deny that she had it: The stiletto left by Lola Would be en the table." What Was more natural thin for Ireland to pick it up and kill her in a sudden feeling of dread?" "Yt strikes me ibst if be struck the CHAPTER XXIII. FTER the interview with Bawd- sey, George called at St. Giles square and related to his grandfather all he had learn- ed. The old man was muck astonished. "I don't think Ireland was to blame," he said, "not even in holding his tongue. After all, the thing was an accident, although undoubtedly that woman was the cause. Have you seen Ireland?" "Not yet, but I will soon." "Then tell him from me that I don't consider he was responsible, and that I quite believe from what I know of Mrs. Jersey that he has told the entire truth." "I will, sir," answered George. "I suppose you mean that if he really committed the crime with malice afore- thought Mrs. Jersey would have black- mailed him." "That is what I mean. Mrs. Jersey must have been afraid for 'herself or she would never have kept her claws off Ireland's money." "I quite agree with you, sir. Poor Bawdsey was honest, however." "Weil" ---Lord Derrington did not as- sent immediately to this—"if Bawdsey had been really honest he would have asked me to be silent on the matter, and need not have used threats. No, George, Bawdsey is straight so long ns he is kept in cheek. 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' "Are you alluding to the possibility of Mrs. Ward having killed her?" At this supposition George laughed right out. "No, sir. I don't think Mrs. Ward would go so far as that" "She would were there no law to restrain her." "I dare say. She has the instincts of a female despot. But as there is a law she would not jeopardize her neck. No, I mean Ireland." Derrington sat up. "Nonsense! Do you mean to say be is guilty?" "I don't think so, but Bawdsey has an idea," and George related the the- ory of the detective. Derrington grunt- ed in a disgusted manner. "The man's a born idiot," he said. "Why should Ireland run the risk of getting his neck into a noose for a second crime?" "But failing Ireland," replied Bren- don quietly, "there remains Margery." "That idiot of a girl! Yes?" George detailed his reasons for be- lieving Margery's guilt. Again Der- rington sniffed. "It's all supposition. If the girl came into the room, if the stiletto were on the table, if Mrs. Jer- sey scolded her into a fury. Pah! I don't believe it." "And you really wish to find the as- sassin?" "I should like to know, out of mere curiosity. But if it is your opinion that things should be left as they are, why, Bawdsey can take his thousand pounds and sail for America whenever he chooses." After this conversation George took his leave. Dorothy was out of town, so he could not visit her. After the interview with Ireland in Dcrrington's library Mrs. Ward had found it con- venient to go down the country. She felt that she was in an unpleasant po- sition. Not that there was any danger of her being accused of murdering Vane, but if the police got hold of the story they might make inquiries— in fact, they certainly would make in- quiries—and then the disagreeable fact would conte out that Miss Bull was her sister. Mrs. Ward knew that she had not behaved well to Jenny and that if the truth were known her friends would blame her. As Airs. Ward slid not like blame and disliked to have her actions criticised, she went down the country, saying to Dorothy she desired it change of air. Lord Derrington wrote it note to Mrs. Ward after George had departed. "I'll ask her to come up," said Der- rington grituly, as he sealed the letter. "George will return in three days with the copy of the marriage certificate and with news of how that case has been disposed of. Mrs. Ward shall apologize to him and formally consent to the marriage." Meantime George went with ICowlas- ki and Bawdsey to Cheim:sford to see after Lola. 1towlaski was in despair, for if Lola received a terra of imprison- ment his ballet would be brought to nn untimely end. Now that t L l• o .t was out of the bill the hall was not so full as usual, and 1Cowlaski foresaw that if Lola did not come back be would lose money. Ito therefore went down pse- pared to spend a large sum to set her free. But there ma no need for tear. Lola was brougnt up more the mag- istrates, and evidence was given as to her excitable nature. The old sexton produced the torn registter and detail- ed how be had been assaulted. He thought the lady was queer, himself. Iiowlaski went into the box, also Bawdsey and George. The result of their evidence as to Lola's foreign ways was that the magistrate admon- ished her and inflicted a small fine. This was triumphantly paid by Kow- laski, who returned to town with his. principal dancer under his jealous eye. More than that, Kowlaskl made quite a story out of the events. It was known in London that Lola 'Velez had, been arrested, as all the London pa- pers copied the account of the trial which had appeared in the country press. Kowlaski put it about that Lola had gone off her head owing to grief for her dying mother. Few pea pip believed this, but the public was so pleased to see the favorite again that she was saluted with cheers. In a few days every one forgot about the matter, which after all did not amount to much. Luckily it was not stated why Lola had wished to destroy the register. There were several marriage entries on the page, and no one could say which of these she wished obliterated. Besides, Brendon got the magistrate to suppress the book and not let the press report the matter. Ile accomplished: this by telling the magistrate exactly how the matter stood. So the judicial authority used his power, and the fourth estate quailed. Everything was settled in a most satisfactory manner. Later on Brendon had copies made of the marriage entry of l'ert'y Vane, bachelor, and Ito:aba Lockwood, spin- ster, and brought them to 1,!s grand- father. The old trout read thcnt care- fully, then laid down the paler with a sigh of relief. 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