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The False Panel
He believed that his wonderful
memory in regard to sounds would
help him to locate the house whero he
was now certain Trelowsky had been
killed. Trelowsky and doubtless the
actress, too. Could it be possible thnt
Orville had been her husband? The
fact was borne in upon Evan that the
millionaire seldom mentioned his wife
Increasing his speed as he became
surer of the road, Evan fancied that
he remembered the very trees and
gates that ho had passed before.
This was an adventure upon which
a man in full posession of his sight
might hesitate to embark; small won
der, then, if Evan shivered with ap
prehension as he 1 cached what he be
lieved to be the place where he had
turned to the right with Trelowsky.
Beyond this gateway which he was
sure he remembered the ground rose
slightly as he advanced. He had no
ticed this on that memorial night; he
must be pioceeding in the right di
rection. His face giew paler; his
heart began to beat moie rapidly as,
proceeding cautiously, his foot hit
against something a stone step.
He mounted it there was another
and then another; three steps that
was the number he remembered.
Now, indeed, he needed supieme
courage to go farther. But he went
on, cautiously groping for the door; it
stood half open.
He pushed it caiefully; and enter
ing, felt his way along the wall. Not
far in he found a door on the light.
This was open, and he passed thiough
Perspiration, cold and profuse,
started out upon his forhead as,
reaching his hand before him, he
touched the hard, smoth surface of a
piano. Then, breathing in trembling
gasps, he walked on, hoping to find
the wall with the sliding panel.
No furniture impeded his progress,
but a hand dropped upon his arm a
voice broke the stillness.
"Evan, what are you doing here?"
. He started back, his foot hit the leg
of the piano-seat, and he sank weakly
The voice was William Orville's.
"Whom the Gods Destroy.
Evan could not tell whether he was
angry to find that Orville had fol
lowed him from America or not, but
he raised his head and answered:
"I am looking for the woman who
was here that night when you shot
"The woman! My God, Evan, what
woman? Who was she?"
"I do not know."
"What did she look like? Oh, of
course you couldn't tell me that.
How do you know that she was here?"
"Trelowsky admitted her about an
hour after we arrived."
"She must have journed by the
London and Southwestern; on the
same tiain, perhaps, with Oh, my
"You know who she was, then?"
"I believe so," replied Orville. "I
have searched everywhere for her and
for him. I have been handicapped; I
dared not pursue the quest openly. If
you had only told me this at the
"Trelowsky had enjoined silence up
on me," replied the blind youth. "I
felt that if we could not avenge his
murder, there was no use in involv
ing him in a scandal. But now "
Orville crossed over to Evan and
put his hand on his shoulder. "My
boy," he said, "I swear to you solemn
ly that I never fired the shot that kill
Evan shrank away, unconvinced.
"But I recognized your footsteps
surely no one else in the world runs
as I heard you doing that night."
"You are right therejit was I who
ran. I saw the awful thing happen;
I had hoped to arrive in time to pie
cnt it, but I was too late."
"You saw it you know who killed
"Yes, I know. I shall never tell
who it was, though; it is useless to
"Why did you follow me from
Ameiica?" Evan asked sharply.
"To prevent your giving informa
tion to the police," confessed Orville.
"I realized that you were convinced
that I fired the fatal hhot, and I did
fnot want to suffer for a crime of
which I am innocent. I followed you
to ask you to be merciful."
"To whom to you or to the mur
derer?" "To both of us he is some one
who was very dear to me. I neither
blame him nor exonerate him; I can
not. Evan, if you will promise me to
keep his secret, I will tell you the
"I am under great obligations to
you " began Evan coldly.
t Orville replied impatiently: "I
, have already asked you to forget that.
I appeal to your sense of justice only.
I have done nothing wrong. Is it
fair to try to throw suspicion my way
because you recognize my peculiar
trick in running?"
Evan did not reply. He found his
way to the wall on the other side of
the room. He put his head against
it and listened. Orville saw him
start and a sudden rush of color
spread over his face. He turned
sharply and spoke in a low tone.
"I think this is the false panel," he
aid. "I can hear a woman crying."
"What?" Orville sprang forward
nd stood beside him.
"How does it open?" he demanded.
Evan pushed him away. "I can find
out quickly by tapping it."
A minute later ho touched some
thing in the wall and the panel moved
Before Orville could look into the
gloom beyond, they were both start
led by a sharp cry in a woman's voice
Evan heard Orville exclaim:
"Edna, is that you?"
Then he lushed past him into the
The woman's voice answeied, "Or
ville!" It was soft and sweet, but
broken with emotion.
"Oh, Billy! how did you get here?
How did jou find us? Thank Heav
en! He has been so ill I dared not
send for a doctor. Come hcie
After a minute or two Orville came
back to Evan.
"My boy," he said, "my bi other is
in there dying. Will you wait for
me on the ten ace?"
For a minute Evan hesitated, but
he heaid the woman cry out in a
shiiek of such dismay that he nodded
quickly and went out. He felt that
here was a tragedy daiker than his
After a long time Oiville came out
and stood beside him.
"Evan, my dear fellow," he said,
"my bi other shot Trelowsky. I can
tell you that now, for he has paid, the
penalty of his ciime; he is dead. I
know that you will understand how
little I can bear to discuss the matter
now; if you will go to London and
wait for me at the Portman, I will
join you there in a few days."
Evan rose and held out his hand.
"I hope ypu can forgive my unjust
suspicions some day," he said simply.
"I will wait for you."
In less than a week Orville joined
him at the Portman.
"I suppose," he said, "that you
would like to hear the whole story of
the tragedy you stumbled upon that
"I think I have probably guessed a
good deal," replied Evan. "There are
a few points I should like to know
about. Who, for instance, was the
"My brother's wife," replied Or
ville. "She was an actress. We con
sidered it rather a misalliance, of
course; but she did not marry my
brother for his money; it was a case
of real love with her loved her too
much, wearied her with jealousy.
"She met Trelowsky, and they be
came madly infatuated with each
other. She confessed this frankly to
my brother and asked him to release
her. He would not listen; he tried to
hold her. What folly! When love
will go, it is much better to speed it
on its way.
"She had finally decided to go to
Trelowsky that night. In her passion
for perfect truth she had left notes
for her manager and my brother, tell
ing them that she was going. Trel
owsky, on the contiary, tried to give
the impression that he was going
back to his own country, taking only
a male companion with him you."
"Ah! that is why he was so par
ticular about my telling Jane that I
was going away with him and asking
her the day of the month?"
"Exactly; but no one believed him;
every one has thought that he was
away with her somewhere all this time
As for his manager, he has probably
been biibed by a lival not to seaich
"But did your sister-in-law know
that I was in that house that night?"
"No; she says that just as she
reached the fiont door she became
aware that some one was following
her. She looked back, believed that
she saw her husband, and fainted.
The pistol-shot probably restored her
to consciousness. At any late, the
next thing she knew was that she
was alone in the seciet loom beyond
the false panel."
"But how did she manage to get
out of the loom?"
"Why, it seems that that old house
belongs to her; she and Trelowsky had
spent a summer day theie she had
shown him the secret panel it was
fiom her that he had gotten the key
to the place.
"When she came out she not only
found the body of Trelowsky, but a
few minutes later was confronted by
my bi other, who had returned to
shoot her. She managed to disarm
him; he fainted, and when ho came
to, raved for hours.
"He blooded horribly over his
crime; it made him ill; finally con
science killed him. It was that, too,
that caused her to hide my poor
brother in that secret room. She felt,
as I did, that he did not deserve to!
suffer for the deed. To Bavo him
from the consequences of his wild
jealousy, she even helped him dig a
grave in which they buried Trelow
sky." "How did thoy manage to live?"
"She. is known in the neighborhood,
not by her stage name, dnd had some
money a good deal, in fact when
she went down there that night. Her
manager did not look for her on ac
count of her letter; she has no rela
tives. It was very easy, but the se
cret has preyed upon her; she shows
"I am very sorry for her," said
Evan quietly. "What will she do
"She will return to the stage. I
persuaded her that it was her only
course. She came up to London with
me today, and is now with friends."
The day after this Evan took Or
ville to see his old home in Cheapside.
The millionaire was greatly interested
in the adventure, and they left a gold
en trail through the house one that
little Jane, at least, would never
cease to marvel at.
On the way back to the Poitman,
Evan handed Orville a large photo
graph. "Trelowsky,' exclaimed the latter
"and autographed. Where did you
"I may say only this," replied Evan,
"that one of my former friends
'found' it and presented it to me. I
should like to give it to your sister-in-law.
Will you undeitake that for
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Orville gazed silently at the photo
graph for a moment; then he pressed
"I understand," he said softly; "she
shall have it before I sleep to-night."
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New York Farmer, 62, Believes Wom
en Should Handle Most of Farm
Buffalo, N. Y. Henry M. Scott, 62
ears old, who has a farm at Medina,
bat In Inspector Gin ill's office and
dictated a statement about how lie
married three wives. He is under ar
rest on a warrant procured by the
third wife from Judge Keeler in City
Couit charging him with bigamy.
In his signed statements the piison
er, according to the pdliee, said he
man led Amelia Ostiaml at Med in. i un
March 12, 187(5. On May 17, 1S08, he
said in his statement, he was maided
to Anna Victoiia Clifton at Niagai.i
Falls, Ontario. Some time in Maii.li
1911, he stated he was matried la
Bridgeport, Conn , to Ada Hood.
Anna Victoiia Ciiflou awoie out tilt
wan ant, which was gien to Detective:
Sergt. Keuhn, and he went to .Medina
after the man.
The piisoner shed tears asj he reclt
ed his woes to Inspector Gliin. He
always wanted a wife, he said, whe
would take care of things on the farm
and help him along. They all, how
eer, had a violent dislike to doing
faim woik, but he could not under
stand why they weie opposed to sucli
"My mother," said he, "'got up at a
o'clock In the morning and woiked
until the cows weie driven home at
sundown. She was nevei tiled. Wliv
shouldn't my wife do the same? She
could hae a good time. She could ge
to the chuich meeting eveiy Sunday
The prisoner said he was willing tc
buy a wife a calico dress once in a
while. "What moie does a woman
want?" he queiicd. He said that he
does not know the wheieahout.s of twi
of his wives One he thinks, mariiec
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One Use for the Root of Evil.
Lyndon: Money may not be ablf
to buy happiness, but it can buy o.T
a great deal of unhappinoss.
How It Happens.
By following tlie line of least re
sistance a good many men get nun
t Jewel Worshiper
Copyright by the Frank
The Spot of Sudden Starts.
"Oh, Mr. Moreaux! Please please!
I must speak alone, with jou for a
The artist turned about quickly. It
was the bride, o couise. He had rec
ognized tho voice at the first word she
"I am so excited," she went on
rapidly but In a tone that was pitched
so that others might not hear her.
'Please make an excuse to take me
aside, away from all these people,
"iou are such an old friend that you
may do so without exciting comment
and I cannot tell anybody but you.
Not jet, at least. It niaye bo all a
The exquisite face was flushed; the
beautiful eyes shone unduly and with
an excitement which Moreaux could
tee quite plainly was not all due to
tho wedding ceremony just performed.
The artist was never at a loss. Ho
was always equal to an emeigency,
md judged quite conectly as It
presently developed that this was
He bowed low and offered her his
The more formal part of the recep
tion was ever, when the bride and
gioom stood together, side by side, to
icceive the congratulations of their
friends. The comparatively informal
part of it was on; but neertheless,
as if by the attraction of gravitation,
everybody sought the bride.
Presently there should be the sup
per but there remained still a good
half hour or more before that would
"We will take a turn of the room
together," he said. "Gradually we
will draw away from the others. I
heppen to know that jour father's
email 'den' has not been opened to
the guests. We will go there."
She gave his arm a grateful pres
sure; and so they walked twice the
length of the great room apparently
deeply interested in their conversa
tion; and the guests who might other
wise hao intercepted them step
ped aside to permit them to pass,
knowing that Birge Moreaux was a
privileged character in that luxuii
ous and palatial home.
"Now, Lorna what Is it all
about?" the artist asked as soon as
they were inside of the little loom
which her father denied to all but his
Intimates and he had few such.
"My wedding presents," she re
plied breathlessly. "I have discov
ered that several of them are miss
ing. My beautiful lavalliere, which I
showed to jou with such pride, only
jesterday when jou called. The dia
mond and emerald biacelet that Paul
sent to me from Paris. The tiara of
rubies and diamonds that was one of
Aunt Eunice's gifts those are gone;
and oh, I don't know what else. What
shall I do?"
"Do? Return to jour guests at once.
Conduct jouiself as if nothing had
happened; only, before jou go, tell
me this: are jou .suie, poslthely sure,
alout this thing?"
"Indeed I am. I went"
"It does not matter just now how
jou know it, Lorna. The question is,
do jou know it?"
"Yes; oh, jes."
Come, then. We will go back to
the guests who must be clamoring for
jou by this time. Say nothing of this
to any other person until I speak
vith you again," he added, as they
ngain entered the great reception
100m. Then he resigned her to others who
were all too eager for her return.
They had not been absent five min
utes but a bride of Mich exquisite
teauty and grace as Lorna Deloime
possessed may be missed in five sec
onds. Moreaux hastened toward the room
where the biidal presents weie on ex
hibition, and near tho entrance to It
encountered Richaid Delorme, Lor
na's father, rated as one of the men
ol great wealth in the countiy one
of the steel barons.
He was a frosty-haired, handsome
featuied gentleman who was past
middle life but did not look it, and
who was known far and wide by his
intimates and by icport for his good
Just then, however, his face was
tioubled, and he giasped the ait 1st by
both aims impulsively as he ex
"By jove, lilrge, you nie just the
person I was seeking." Then, as il
fiom second thought: "Wheie weie
"Oh, 1 was looking you up, for one
thing. Incidentally I wanted another
glimpse at tho display befpie it is
packed away in safe deposit vaults
and other places," Moicaux replied
"Some of the display, as you call
It, has been 'packed' away ajiead',"
Delorme said soberly, and added: "I
use the word in ita Western meaning
this time, Dligo."
A. Munsey Company
"Eh? Just what do j-ou mean, Mr,
"I have just made tho discovery
that several ai tides nro missing.
Some of tho presents have disap
Moreaux sluugged his shoulders
'Piobably Lotna has taken them
away heiself," ho suggested.
The older man looked icllcved. "I
had not thought of that," ho said.
"Your detective fiom the central
office is In theie, isn't he?" the aitist
"Yes. Oh, yes, he is theie."
"And you have got two or three
olheis fiom one of the big agencies
around the house, haven't you?"
"Yes. To ho suie. Two."
"Either of them in there now?"
"One of them. I gac instructions
that one of them should bo present
with the central otllce man all the
time. By the way, he seems to be a
mighty nice sort of a chap that head
quaiters man, I mean. Muchmore Is
his name. You'll never In the woild
take him for a policeman."
"Theie are a lot of 'mighty nico
chaps' anion? the New York police
men, Mr. Delorme," the artist said
dryly. "Did you tell either of those
men of jour discovery?"
"No. Certainly not. I wished to
be quite sure before I did that."
"Naturally. And neither of them
mentioned such a subject, I suppose?"
"They are apparently entirely un
conscious of it."
"So, more than likely there 13 a
perfectly natural explanation of it
somewhere about. If I were you I
would say nothing about the discov
ery for the present; not cen to Lor
na. Go back to the guests and look
"Ah, here comes tho bridegroom
with two of his friends. You hustle
bhek to the reception, Mr. Delorme,
and I'll go inside with them. But,
mind, my adice is, not a word to
"Well, Mr. Fitzgerald Beveily,
commonly called Jerry, I believe, you
look the happy bridegroom all right,"
he exclaimed jovially, as the magnate
moved away and the other three ap
pioached. "I am happy, Mr. Moreaux hap
pier than I had believed it possible to
he," replied Beverly, who then pre
sented his two friends, a Mr. Thom
as Gaffney and a Ross MacGreggor;
both chums of his college days.
"Come along inside with us, Mr.
Moreaux," he replied.
And Birge Moreaux followed them
into the room.
There were several persons there
viewing the magnificent display of
piesents that the bride had received
from her relatives and friends from
oil over the world. Also there were
the two detectives mentioned by Mr.
Moreaux, whose acquaintance was
wide and varied his profession prob
ably accounted, in a large measure,
for that stepped aside from his three
companions and approached the de
tective who had been detailed to the
function from police headquarters.
'How do you do, Lieutenant
Muchmore?" he said, cordially extend
ing his hand, but speaking never
theless in a low tone.
'Good evening, Mr. Moreaux,"
was the hearty response. "I am glad
that you came in. I particularly
wished to talk with some near friend
of the family. There is a mystery
floating In the air of this 100m, and
although I have been here every min
ute of the time since the door was
opened to permit the guests to seo
the biide's presents, I have not the
least idea what It is."
"A mysteiy '!"
"Tell mo about it."
"A little while ago the bride came
into tho room with two of her friends.
Uhey passed around looking at things
and commenting upon them as women
will. I watched them, of course. I
saw tho bride give a start, turn pale,
and for a second I thought she was
going to faint. But she didn't. In
stead, she made the lound of tho
'thow,' rapidly peeling heio and theio
at things. Then sho excused herself
to her companions and went out of
"They followed soon after that.
Five minutes later the old linn en
tered. He was alone. Of court e you
must understand that there weie oth
er people horo nil the time."
"I understand," Moreaux replied.
"Go on, lieutenant."
"Well, ho made a hasty circuit of
the room 'and it was the thlid time
he has done it since tho inception bo
gan. At piocisely the same spot where
his daughter had so nearly fainted I
saw him bend suddenly rot ward, with
compressed lips, as if something hnd
startled him, too. Then he glanced
sharply at mo and at Sam Craudall
he's one of the two 'agency' men who
ore here tonight, you know,"
"Aftor that ho made a rapid tour
of tho 100m and went out; but ho
"Well, what then?"
"I went over to thnt spot of 'sud
den starts' and took n look mysolf,
but I couldn't seo anything wrong
and I've got the whole layout pretty
cleat ly in my mind. I went around
tho room ns they had done, but I
haven't found anything out of tho
way. I had just finished it when you
nppeared in company with tho groom
and two others. This ia his third
visit to this room since tho reception
Whilo tho lieutenant was talking
he did not onco look at Moreaux. His
eyes weio everywhere elso around
that room instead; now, aftor an al
most lnperccptibfo pause, he added:
'The funny part of It is that all of
the pcoplo I have mentioned havo
made directly for that place which X
have called the spot of sudden starts
until this time. Mr. Beverly began
a the opposite side of the 100m this
tine. He is just appioaching tho
'spot'; watch him. Let's seo if he
thiows a fit, too."
Beverly did not cactly do that, but
hi. did fulfill Lieutenant Muchmoro'a
He stood up sti alght very suddenly,
.lanced hastily about him with flash
ing eyes and compressed lips, dlscov
eied Birge Moicaux, and crossed tho
room rapidly toward him.
'Mr. Moreaux," he said rapidly,
but in a low tone, "I suppose there
are detectives in this room. I don't
know them; perhaps you dp. There
is a thief in the house. At least one
article has been taken a very val
uable one. I don't know but others
may have gone with it. Will you tell
me what I ought to do?"
The Missing Wedding Presents.
"This is Lieutenant Muchmore, Bev
erly," Moreaux replied calmly. "He
was sent here from headquarters,
and has been in this room all the eve
ning. You had better tell him what
Is missing but do it quietly. I should
advise not attracting the attention
of others to your discovery."
"What is missing, Mr. Beverly?"
the lieutenant asked quietly. "I made
tho round of the room just before y ou
came in this last time. I discovered
Beverly had regained his compos
ure He replied as quietly as the of
ficer had spoken.:
'The lavallierc it was one of my
own presents to my wife."
He lingered ov er that l.i-t v ord.
The use of it was nw to him "You
would not be Ill.elv to notke i's ab
sence, for the reason that it has been
replaced by another another tli.it is
not even a pretended duplicate, but
yet which is sufficiently Mniilar la
construction to deceive an unprac
'You have been in this room twice
before, within the last half-hour, Mr.
Eeverly. Was the missing article in
Its place both of those times?"
"You are positive about that, I sup
pose?" "I am."
"Will you make a tour of the room
and deteimine, if you can, if anything:
else is missing?"
"Ceitainly. Will you go with me?"
"No. I will stay hero with Mr,
But instead of doing that he
crossed the room and began convers
ing in low tones with Crandall, the
agency man, and the artist was left
Whereupon he becan an inspection
of his own, starting In the opposite
direction from that taken by Fitz
gerald Beveily. They met presently,,
and Beverly raised a pair of troubled?
eyes; but Moieaux interrupted him
befoie he could speak.
"Say nothing heie," he told him.
"Waif until later;" and passed on.
Each had Just completed the circuit,,
and the lieutenant was crossing the
room toward them, when a servant
appealed in the doorway and an
nounced in the usual perfunctory
manner that the guests were expect
ed in the drawing-room to form in
line for the wedding supper.
There was no help for it. There
was no time for fuithef discussion,,
then; but Moreaux managed before
he went out to say to Lieutenant
"You and Crandall will have ample
time to go thoioughly over your lists'
and to make a ceieful inventory bo
fore we can leturn. Do that. I wllE
come to you again as soon as I can."
.At table, Moreaux found amplo op
portunity, in bpite of conversation,,
toabts, and speeches, to study the per
sonnel of the company. Several tiniest
Lt c.-.uglit the ej cs ot the bride as shfr
flxed them upon him inquiringly; andi
each time he icturned the gaze wltb
a reassuring smile and nod.
(To Be Continued.)
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