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The Western Kansas World
H. S. GIVLER, Pub. WAKEENEY KANSAS Fine weather, It seems. Is not air ways too good to last. Massacres In the Balkans do not have even the excuse of novelty. Haiti acts as it It were about to take up Its gun once more to elect a president. "Strawberries in another decline, Bays a headline. That's the sort of news to give us. Speaking of reformed spelling, the pell of clear weather Is about as fine a reform as any. That New York man who sold his wife and sons for $25 knew a cheaper way than going to Reno. i The chanticleer craze may cause fashion to substitute a string of hen's eggs for the pearl necklace. That Massachusetts professor who says woman Is still a savage may have been Impaled upon a long hatpin. Wonder how far In arrears that TJtica, N, Y., boarder was who hugged his landlady so hard as to break her neck. The department of agriculture sounds another warning about the house fly and the house cat both dangerous pets. " A young lady In California has been released from a county jail because of the way she sings. There are two ways to look at this. Explorer Shackleton complains that American hotels are kept too warm. He ought to explore some Chicago apartment buildings. A Jerseyman has produced a blue rose. Seems as If Princeton's Influ ence might have been sufficient to make it turn out orange and black. California has raised 62,000,000 lady- bugs to give away. It Is stated that If ladybugs are distributed on melon patches there will be more melons to cut. Further investigation Indicates that not all the fruit was killed and that the pink mosquito netting for green peaches triumphantly survived the freeze. Automobile riding is recommended by a physician for persons with weak hearts. It might also be a heroic cure for pedestrians who get in front of the auto. The per capita circulation for April was 42 cents less than that of March. It may be In the pocket of your winter vest which you hung up during the warm spell. Every season has its peculiar fatali ties. With the advent of the warm weather the drownings will begin, but the automobile accidents will not stop. They are independent of seasons. Sending a poet to Jail Is not exactly regular, simply as so stated. But If the other facts Justify, the poet is at least better off than if consigned to the alternative refuge of the poor house. A Missouri judge has decided that it Is criminal negligence to get close to a mule's heels. It is also the rankest kind of foolishness, unless the one who does It wishes o commit suicide and hates to jump into cold water. A New York banker living in Westr Chester has been appointed justice of the peace. Will the growing occupa tion of country estates by the rich eventually produce a class after the order of English country squires? A lover of birds suggests that a bell be fastened to the neck of the house cat to give warning to robins, thrushes and so on. There is classical authority for the view that the rats and mice would heartily Indorse the proposi tion. In Cleveland, where the members of the police force are directed to speak gently to the erring and never ,ln any circumstances to be rough with 'drunken men or to use force In deal ing with lawbreakers, a policeman was almost beaten to death the other day by rowdies. Tha Cleveland sys tem may be an admirable one, but per haps something ought to be done to educate the public up to It. New York's commissioner of street cleaning says that carelessness In throwing papers and other litter In the streets costs the city $40,000 an nually, and that he is trying to es tablish a system by which the streets can be flushed with water, thus dis lodging and washing away the dirt and so reducing the dust nuisance to a minimum. Obviously co-operation of the people and the public authorities. In keeping the streets clean as well as In cleaning them, is necessary to produce the best results. , Sometimes the man who Is prevent ed by rain from working In his garden on Saturday afternoon feels so bad about it that he winks the other eye. A New Jersey man has a dog that has been in the habit of howling at night. Recently the man discovered that by playing the "Lohengrin' wed ding march on his phonograph he could cause the dog to lie down and go peacefully to sleep. Try the "Lo hengrin wedding march the next time the cats get to yowling on the back fence. TICC ROBERTS WNEHAnr ILLUSTRATIONS BY 7ZyWrrJ- SYNOPSIS. Miss Innes. solnster and euardlan of Gertrude and Halsey, established summer headquarters at Sunnyslde. Amidst nu merous difficulties the servants deserted. As Miss Innes locked up for the night, he was startled by a dark figure on the veranda. She passed a terrible night, which was filled with unseemly noises. In the moraine Miss Innes found a strange link cuff button in a clothes hamper. iiertruae ana naisey amveu with Jack Bailev. The house was awak ened by a revolver shot. A. strange man was round snot to aeatn in me nan. It proved to be the body of Arnold Arm strong, whose banker father owned the country house. Miss Innes found Hal sey s revolver on the lawn, rie ana jacK Bailey had disappeared. The link cuff button mysteriously disappeared. De tfctive Jamieson and the coroner arrived. Gertrude revealed that she was engaged to Jack Bailey, with whom sne naa talked in the billiard room a. few mo ments before the murder. CHAPTER V. Continued. "The quarrel, I believe," he per sisted, "was about Mr. Armstrong's conduct to you. Miss Gertrude. He had been paying you unwelcome at tentions. And I had never seen the man! When she nodded a "yes" I saw the tremendous possibilities Involved. If this detective could prove that Ger trude feared and disliked the mur dered man, and that Mr. Armstrong had been annoying and possibly pur suing her with hateful attentions, all that, added to Gertrude's confession of her presence in the billiard room at the time of the crime, looked strange, to say the least. The promi nence of the family assured a strenu ous effort to find the murderer, and if we had nothing worse to look forward to, we were sure of a distasteful pub licity. Mr. Jamieson shut his note-book with a snap and thanked us. "I have an idea," he said, apropos of nothing at all, "that at any rate the ghost is laid here. Whatever the rap pings have been and the colored man says they began when the family went west three months ago they are like ly to stop now." Which shows how much he knew about it. The ghost was not laid; with the murder of Arnold Armstrong he, or it, only seemed to take on fresh vigor. Mr. Jamieson left then, and when Gertrude had gone upstairs, as she did at once, I sat and thought over what I had just heard. Her engagement, once so engrossing a matter, paled now beside the significance of her story. If Halsey and Jack Bailey had left before the crime, how came Hal- sey's revolver in the tulip bed? What was the mysterious cause of their sud den flight? What had Gertrude left in the billiard room? What was the significance of the cuff-link and where was it? . CHAPTER VI. In the East Corridor. When the detective left he enjoined absolute secrecy on everybody in the household. The Greenwood club promised the same thing, and as there are no Sunday afternoon papers, the murder was not publicly known until Monday. The coroner himself notified the Armstrong family lawyer, and early In the afternoon he came out. I had not seen Mr. Jamieson since morning, but I knew he had been in terrogating the servants. Gertrude was locked in her room with a head ache, and I had luncheon alone. Mr. Harton, the lawyer, was a little, thin man, and he looked as if he did not relish his business that day. "This is very unfortunate. Miss In nes," he said, after we had shaken hands. "Most unfortunate and mys terious. With the father and mother in the west, I find everything devolves on me; and, as you can understand, it is an unpleasant duty." "No doubt," I said absently. "Mr. Harton, I am going to ask you some questions, and I hope you will answer them. I feel that I am entitled to some knowledge, because I and my family are just now In a most ambigu ous position. I don't know whether he under stood me or not; he took off his glasses and wiped them. "I shall be very happy," he said with old-fashioned courtesy. "Thank you. Mr Harton, did Mr. Arnold Armstrong know that Sunny side had been rented?" "I think yes, he did. In fact, I my self told him about it." "And he knew who the tenants were?" "Yes." "He had not been living with the family for some years, I believe?" "No. Unfortunately, there had been trouble between Arnold and his fa ther. For two years he had lived in town." "Then It would be unlikely that he came here last night to get possession of anything belonging to him?" "I should think It hardly possible," he admitted. "To be perfectly frank. Miss Innes, I can not think of any reason whatever for his coming here as be did. He had been staying at the club house across the valley for the last week. Jarvis tells me, but that only explains how he came here, not why. It Is a most unfortunate family." tie shook his head despondently. ZJly g-B.., "The Quarrel, and I felt that this dried-up little man i was the repository of much that he had not told me. I gave up trying to elicit any information from him, and we went together to view the body before it was taken to the city. It had been lifted on to the billiard-table and a sheet thrown over It; oth erwise nothing had been touched. A soft hat lay beside it, and the collar of the dinner-coat was still turned up. The handsome, dissipated face of Ar nold Armstrong, purged of its ugly lines, was now only pathetic. As we went in Mrs. Watson appeared at the card-room door. "Come in, Mrs. Watson," the lawyer said. But she shook her head and withdrew; she was the only one In the house who seemed to regret the dead man, and even she seemed rath er shocked than sorry. Before Mr. Harton left, he told me something of the Armstrong family. Paul Armstrong, the father, had been married twice. Arnold was a son by the first marriage. The second Mrs. Armstrong had been a widow, with a child, a little glrL This child, now perhaps 20, was Louise Armstrong, having taken her stepfather's name, and was at present in California with the family. "They will probably return at once," he concluded, "and part of my errand here to-day is to see if you will relin quish your lease here in their favor." "We would better wait and see If they wish to come," I said. "It seems unlikely, and my town house is being remodeled." At that he let the mat ter drop, but it came up unpleasantly enough, later. At six o'clock the body was taken away, and at seven-thirty, after an early dinner, Mr. Harton went. Ger trude had not come down, and there was no news of Halsey. Mr. Jamie son had taken a lodging in the vil lage, and I had not seen him since mid-afternoon. It was about nine o'clock, I think, when the bell rang and he was ushered into the living room. v "Sit down," I said grimly. - "Have you found a clew that will incriminate me, Mr. Jamieson?" He had the grace to look uncomfort able. "No," he said. "If you had killed Mr. Armstrong, you would have left no clews. You would have had too much intelligence." After that we got along better. He was fishing In his pocket, and after a minute he brought out two scraps of paper. "I have been to the club house," he said, "and among Mr. Arm strong's effects, I found these. One is curious; the other is puzzling." The first was a sheet of club note- paper on which was written, over and over, the name "Halsey B. Innes." It was Halsey's flowing signature to a dot, but it lacked Halsey's ease. The ones toward the bottom of the sheet were much better than the top ones. Mr. Jamieson smiled at my face. "His old tricks." he said. "That one Is merely curious; this one, as I said before, is puzzling." The second scrap, folded and re folded into a compass so tiny that the writing had been partly obliterated, was part of a letter- the lower half of a sheet, not typed, but written In a cramped hand. by altering the plans for rooms, may be possible. The best way, in my opinion would be to the plan for in one of the rooms chim ney. That was all. "Well ?"I said, looking up. "There Is nothing in that, is there? A man I Believe." ought to be able to change the plan of his house without becoming an ob- pect of suspicion." -"There is little in the paper itself,' he admitted; "but why should Arnold Armstrong carry that around, unless it meant something? He never built a house, you may be sure of that. If it is this house, it may mean anything from a secret room " "To an extra bathroom," I said scornfully. "Haven't you a thumb print, too?" - "I have," he said with a smile, "and the print of a foot In a tulip bed, and a number of other things. The odd est part is. Miss Innes. that the thumb-mark is probably yours and the footprint certainly." His audacity was the only thing that saved me; his amused smile put me on my mettle, and I ripped out a perfectly good scallop before I an swered. "Why did I step into the tulip bed?" I asked with interest. "You picked up something," he said good-humoredly, "which you are go ing to tell me about later." . ' "Am I, Indeed?" I was politely cu rious. "With this remarkable insight of yours, I wish you would tell me where I shall find my four-thousand- dollar motorcar." "I was just coming to that," he said. "You will find it about 30 miles away, at Andrews Station, in a black smith shop, where it is being re paired." I laid down my knitting then and looked at him., . "And Halsey?" I managed to say. "We are going to exchange infor mation," he said. "I am going to tell you that, when you tell me what you picked up in the tulip bed." We looked steadily at each other; it was not an unfriendly stare; we were only measuring weapons. Then he smiled a little and got up. "With your permission," he said. am going to examine the card room and the staircase again. You might think over my offer in the meantime." He went on through the drawing room, and I listened to his footsteps growing gradually fainter. I dropped my pretence at knitting and, leaning back, I thought over the last 48 hours. Here was I, Rachel Innes, spinster, a granddaughter of old John Innes of revolutionary days, a D. A. R., a Co lonial Dame, mixed up with a vulgar and revolting crime, and even at tempting to hoodwink the law! Cer tainly I had left the straight and nar row way. I was roused by hearing Mr. Jamie son coming rapidly back through the drawing room. He stopped at the door. "Miss Innes," he said quickly, "will you come with me and light the east corridor? I have fastened somebody in the small room at the head of the card room stairs." I jumped up at once. "You mean the murderer?" I gasped. "Possibly," he said quietly, as we hurried together up the stairs. "Some one was lurking on the staircase when I went back. I spoke; instead of an answer, whoever It was turned and ran up. I followed It was dark but as I turned the comer at the top a figure darted through this door and closed it. The bolt was on my side, and I pushed It forward. It is a closet, I think." We were in the upper hall now. "If you will show me the electric switch. Miss Innes, you would better wait in your own room." Trembling as I was, I was deter mined to see that door opened. I hardly knew what I feared, but so many terrible and inexplicable things had happened that suspense was worse than certainty. 'I am perfectly cool," I said, "and I am going to remain here." The lights flashed up along that end of the corridor, throwing the doors into relief. At the Intersection of the small hallway with the larger, the cir cular staircase wound its way up, as if it had been an afterthought of the architect. . And just around the cor ner. In the small corridor, was the door Mr. Jamieson had indicated. I was still unfamiliar with the house. and I did not remember the door. My heart was thumping wildly in my ears. but I nodded to him to go ahead. I was perhaps eight or ten feet away and then he threw the bolt back. "Come out," he said quietly. There was no response. orne out, he repeated. Then I think he had a re volver, but I am not sure he stepped aside and threw the door open. From where. I stood I could not see beyond the door, but I saw Mr. Jamie- son's face change and heard him mut ter something, then he bolted down the stairs, three at a time. When my knees had stopped shaking, I moved forward,- slowly, nervously, until I had a partial view of what was beyond the door. It seemed at first to be a clos et, empty. Then I went close and ex amined it, to stop with a shudder. Where the floor should have been was black void and darkness, from which came the indescribable damp smell of the cellars. Mr. Jamieson had locked somebody in the clothes chute. As I leaned over I fancied I heard a groan or was It the wind? CHAPTER VII. A Sprained Ankle. I was panic-stricken. As I ran along the corridor I was confident that the mysterious intruder and probable mur derer had been found, and that he lay dead or dying at the foot of the chute. I got down the staircase some how, and through the kitchen to the basement stairs. Mr. Jamieson had been before me, and the door stood open. Liddy was standing In the mid dle of the kitchen holding a frying pan by the handle as a weapon. "Don't go down there," she yelled, when she saw me moving toward the basement sairs. "Don't you do it, Miss Rachel. That Jamieson's down there now. There's only trouble comes of hunting ghosts; they lead you into bottomless pits and things like that. Oh, Miss Rachel, don't " as I tried to get past her. .' She was interrupted by Mr. Jamie son's reappearance. He ran up the stairs two at a time, and his face was flushed and furious. "The whole place is locked," he said angrily, "Where's the laundry key kept?" - "It's kept in the door," Liddy snapped. "That whole end of the cel lar is kept locked, so nobody can get at the clothes, and then the key's left in the door, so that unless a thief Bolted Down Stairs, Three at a Time. was as blind as as some detectives, he could walk right in." "Liddy," I said sharply, "come down with us and turn on all the lights." She offered her resignation, as us ual, on the spot, but I took her by the arm, and she came along finally. She switched on all the lights and pointed to a door just ahead. "That's the door," she said sulkily "The key's In it." But the key was not in it. Mr. Jamieson shook it, but it was a heavy door, well locked. And then he stooped and began punching around the key hole with the end of a lead pencil When he stood- up his face was exul tant. "It's locked on the inside," he said In a low tone. "There is somebody is there." "Lord have mercy!" gasped Liddy and turned to run. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Where It Goes. "That man made an Immense for tune out of a simple little invention.' 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