]BY WOMAN’S WItI
| By LOUISE HELEN GOODHUE 5
SYNOPSIS
p Alan Lockwood, a bachelor, who
' u haute, in Washing toe
uith H 'hitmore, for six
i,<ar hit law txtrtner, it gwak
rued one snowy inmrning by
Hairy, the valet, who it much er
lift. Following Hurry down
stairs to the library, l.oekwood
dttt.ovi rt Whitmore dead in a
hwjr armchair before the fire
dogger ttickiny in hit back. The
u inilou it open, but there are no
footprints in the tnow beneath it.
Some tcrewt are neattered about
the floor near the window. Dr.
Uoixlt and the coroner are sum
moned at once, and the phytlviun
tlet la ret that Whitmore hat been
dead lor Mix hours.—since one
o'clock that morning, killed by
mu stroke of the dagger, and that
limth could not have been self
iiitlieted because the wound was
in the dead man's back. The cor
mice agrees with the physician's
indict and the library is left un
distuilicd to await police intpeo
lion. Lockwood 'phones the home
of Ay ms Marion, his murdt'red
partner's fiancee, with whom hr,
tiU> it in love and tells her, father
of Whstmone'A death.
CHAPTER II
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Barry
With Agnes off mv mind I felt a
llt 1 1* easier. ho settling myself com
fortably I lit a cigarette and reviewed
the events of the morning. How long
I Hit there smoking and considering;
the various points of what I knew of J
the case, I cannot say, but I was,
aroused by Barry, who came to an
nounce that the police were in the j
library. Returning to the scene of j
the crime, 1 found a policeman and i
two detectives examining anything
c"i everything which might afford a
clue.
,*lr. Alan Lock wood T' asked one of
the detectives as 1 entered, consult
ing his notebook. “I am Detective
Richmond from Headquarters,” he
added, when I had assured him of tny
identity. "I shall huve to ask you to
wait here a few minutes while I com
plete tny inspection of this room,” and
without taking any further Tiotiee of
me he continued sorting the papers
Whitmore had left on the center
table, and laying carefully aside those
the wind had blown about the floor.
Par perhaps fifteen minutes 1 re
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mained a silent, though interested
spectator, equally anxious for any
possible clue. Finally, however. De
tective Richmond, apparently disap
pointed with the outcome of h : s dili
gent search, turned to the task of
questioning me.
“Mr. Lockwood,” he begau, seating
himself in a large armchair with very ;
much the air of a privileged guest
“Mr. Lockwood, I am now going to
ask you some questions, and as this
affair so intimately concerns you, I
shall expect you to respond unre
servedly.”
1 nodded in affirmation, and the de
tectlve. a pompous man with a self
conildeut manner, came straight to
the point.
“Kindly tell us how and uuder
what circumstances you first dis
covered Mr. Whitmore 8 death.”
I related the facts, careful to omit
nothing, and going into minute de
tails as to the position of the body as
I found it.
"The first thing I noticed upon en
tering the library,” 1 concluded, “was
that the window on the north side of
the room was wide open and that the
wind had blown some of the papers
from the table. It is a part of Barrvb
work to see to the fastenings of the
windows and doors each night, and I
remember that 1 was in the room last
evening at the time be made Ids usua
rounds.'’
“Barry Is your butler or valet. 1
suppose? Then you are positive tha’
the window was locked wheu you re
tired?”
“Positive.” I repeated, and Detec
tive Richmond, after taking down
some notes on iny testimony, sutn
! motied Barry, who entered looking
ncrvouß and uneasy. His usually
, calm face twitched with excitement.
and there was a look of fear in his
| restless eye. but of what he was afraid
| I had not the slghlest idea.
1 had not tho rh* lha*. Barry h<
murdered his master; he owed toe;
much to Whitmore's generosity to
wish him out of the w’ay. To me the
idea was preposterous. Barry had
been in our service since soon aftei
Whitmore and I had formed the part
nership that had drawn us together
i,n business relations. The fact thai
Leonard had defied public opinion in
employing Barry so soon after the
latter's release from the penitentiary
did not affect my belief in the man’s
innocence. However, the officers oi
the law were not of the same option;
Barry’s nervous appearance whs. ,in
their eyes, a sign of guilt or of guilty
„ or no effort, they could save so Christmas for them would be a season of rejoicing'?
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knowledge.
“How long have you been employed
in this house?” ■questioned Detective
Richmond, who had taken the work
of making inquiries upon himself.
"Six .wars, sir.*’
And previous to that you were —?*’
Barry grew still more restless, aud
picked nervously at the edge of bis
coat. He glanced from one to the
other of the detectives, finally rest
ing his eyes appealingly on me. 1
understood.
“In the penitentiary,” I replied in
his stead. "Mr. Whitmore took him
into his employ soon after his re
lease.”
Mr. Richmoqd started in amaze
ment. and turning fo h*s colleague
who had, up till now, remained in
the background, he gave him a slight
nod of the head which seemed to in
dicate things were working out bettet
than he had at first expected. Barry's
past was certainly not in his favor.
“At what time did you discover Mr
Whitmore's lody?” resumed Rich
mond. after several seconds con
sideration.
"A few minutes before I called Mr
Lockwood —about ten minutes to six
1 should think.”
“Did you arouse Mr. Lockwood im
mediately?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Give us an exact account.”
“Well,” and Barry appeared more at ,
his ease, “I went down at half-past
five to unlock the front and back
doors and pull up the blinds as usual
Then I went into the library—”
“Why?” shot out the second detec- 1
tive, whose name 1 learned was Bur
-1 ton.
“Because in the winter Mr. i
more always insisted upon a fire in
the grate yonder, and if it were es
pecially cold he would take hiF
breakfast in here and read his morn
ing paper before starting for the of
fice; and Mr. Lockwood, too. So 1
went in to make the fire, but as 1
opened the door I saw one of the
windows was up. though I had shut
and locked it the very last thing."
; “Are you absolutely sure you
locked it?”
“Yes, sir. the last thing 1 do before
; Igo unstairs is to make the rounds
I and fasten the windows.”
"Go on.”
“The next thing 1 saw was Mr
; Whitmore sitting before the fire
; place. 1 thought he had fallen asleep
* in his chair wihile reading, as he of
! ten sat up far into the night. 1
couldn’t think why he had leTt the
window open, so I tiptoed very quiet
!y over to shut it. My foot hit some
i | thing which started to roll, aud look*
i ing down I saw the screws <on t|c
* floor. Then 1 knew someone tiud'en
; tered during the night by breaking
; the lock, and the thought flashed <Jvef
I me: Why hadn’t Mr. Whitniote beep
awakened by the noise that the burg
>, lar, >vould have made, an<J ifj awakg
f. j why did he go to sleep again jrith th^
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Wy Christmas, indeed! AH the world seems so hapwv; time of
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in such a scene —vet * * * Why is it men continue to squander when, wiith a little
cold wind blowing in on him in the t
middle of winter? I rushed over to
his side, and there was the dagger
sticking io his back. I knew he was ,
dead, so I called Mr. Lockwood."
The repeated ringing of the door
bell interrupted us, and on a nod
from Richmond the policeman left the
room. While he was gone no one
spoke. The detective sat. arms fold
ed. his eyes fixed contemplatively
upon Barry, as if the solution of the
mystery was to be found in the pale
face of my valet. Voices could be
heard in the hall, and in another
moment the door was thrown opeu
violently to admit Jack Marion.
* lt is not true is it, that Whitmore
has been killed?” he exclaimed
breathlessly, addressing uie. At
sight of the two detectives he stopped
uncertainly, looking from one to the
other. I filled in the pause by intro
ducing him.
“My sister is prostrated crushed
by the news, so Dad told me to run
over and get the cold facts,” he ex
plained "It didn't seem possible
and we were hoping there might have
been some mistake. Was it in this
room?” he asked, his voice uncon
sciously lowered, and at my solemn
nod 1 saw him pale visibly and sink
limply into the nearest chair, as if the
bare thought of the murder was toe
much for him.
Something caused me to look at
Barry. He was still standing in the
same place, but the look of fear I had
noticed in his eyes before had changed
to one of anxiety at the entrance ol
; Jack Marion. Why?
“Would vx>u mind-telling iae some
of the facts as you krioW them? in
quired Marion of the detective, re
oo+eryjg hfoisei# q&ckiy. > “I have
Beard' nothing except’ that Leonard
was murdered durfiig hie flight, stab
bed, I tbtnk Mr. Lockwood said."
”1 notified Miss Marion by 'phone
a short while after the coroner left
As she was Mr. Whitmore’s fiancee 1
j thought it would be easier fior her tc
hear it from a friend than through the
newspapers or police,” i said hastily
for the two officers looked a little
doubtful as to how Jack and his sis
ter had heard the tragic news.
Mr. Richmond smiled understandinglv
and obligingly gave Marion a short
account of the discovery of the body
which was about as far as the police
had gone in the solving of the mys
tery. When he had finished Jack
leaned forward, a tense look on hit
boyish face, for he was scarcely more
than a boy.
“At about what time last night was
be killed?" he asked! and his voice
trembled -In spite of-his efforts at sell
conUnl.
“At about one—or thereabouts." re
IfhWAad HuatyerdA cruebjtiofis foi
li the p!MsfenO : he ij>s,
,j 6riM* : *x4mßiat©ri of ’Barry; •**' '♦
i “Ytiu sayi rflnV'vyueti’you made youi
J'ys'tfffirounds last night von locked el*
tho library windows?"
“Yes. sir."
"Humph! Was Mr. Whitmore in j
the room at the time?*’
"Yes. sir. he was writing at tha:
table.” v. ith a gesture of the hand in f
the direction of the center table. >
And was that the last time you ever t
saw your master alive?" demanded -
Richmond, his assistant continuing to
take notes on the answers.
Barry hesitated, his fingerf clasp- j
ing aud unclasping upon the lack of a (
chair. His eyes roved over the room,
glanced' at me and finally rested for a
moment on Jack Marion.
*’N-no, sir.” he said at last, and 1
who was watching him so closely,
wondered if he was answering the d?- ■
tective or a message flashed from j
Marion’s eves What possible con- j
nection could Jack hav> with the nnir- j
der of his aistres’ fiance? What did
Barry know that he was not telling j
because knowing my valet so well, 1
was certain be was keeping back
something of importance. 1 deter- j
mined to corner Jack before he left
the house, and to find out if possible i
all he knew, for though he might not
actually have killed Whitmore it was j
probable that he knew who did, or at
least had his suspicions.
“When did you see Him again?” the j
detective was saying rather severely,
evidently feeling that he **ad wasted j
time aud was only now arriving at I
something worthwhile.
“Why-why-Oh! Mr. Whitmore rang
for some sandwiches and coffee at
half-past eleven, and I carried them
into the library. When he expected j
to work late on a case he usually had
me bring him a light supper before 1
turned in. He would never let me
st,av up for him if he was out after
twelve.”
“Is that the tray?'' T followed the
detective’s glance, to a small tray
placed at one corner of the table
where it would have been convenient
ly within reach of the writer.
“Had Mr. Lockwood retired when
you returned with the tray?” Burton
asked, without waiting for an answer
to the previous question.
“1 think so—”
“You think so! Don’t you know!**
exploded his colleague beginning tc
lose patience.
“Mr. Lockw'ood had been working
with Mr. Whitmore when 1 came tc
lock up. but that roused him and he
put aside his papers, saying lie w-ae
1 going to turn in.” Barry spoke with
more assurance, probably lie knew 1
was there to verify his statement.
“And you—what time did you g(
up stairs?” glancing at bis watch.
I- “About -twelve, as soon as 1 had
..•takfJtL IteUFjttUn-.”.. -
“Did you go to bed at ome?”
“Yes. sir.”
• k .': s “You heard no sound, no suspicious
noises during -the night?”
♦Niofc^iag:. but the slattnnir.g of s
door. thought it was
either Mr. WhitmtuM's or Mr. Lock
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very easy—to start and easy to keep up the weekly payments.
Out of the “change” formerly squandered, the deposits are
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wood's."
Apparently Barry was telling the
truth, but that it was only half the
truth, 1 had not a doubt. Detective
‘Richmond, however, seemed perfectly
-satisfied, rubbing his hands together
as*joyfully as though he had already
brought The criminal to headquarters.
The valet's newly regained self-con
trol was again shaken when his ques
tioner suddenly switched to a more
embarrassing line.
"So you served a term in the State
i prison? For how long?"
“T-ten years." stammered Harry.
| the words seeming to stick in his
throat.
"For what offence on what
charge?" continued the other pitiless
j ly. his sharp eye* taking in every
• change in his victim's face,
j “F-forging.” this time the word was
barely aud.ble.
Again the two detectives exchanged
; significant winks. If things went on
so well there would assuredly be an
arrest made before nightfall. So fat
1 all suspicion was directed toward the
j servant, hut 1 did not believe there
was sufficient proof against him r
warrant jail, that is. of course, un
i less the inquest succeeded in bringing
out new facts. That he had served a
ton-year sentence for forging would
most likely, weigh heavily against him
in the long run. but I. for one. was al
most positive that the man was no!
guilty of the crime. How could l
! prove it when so much cirrnmstan .
tial evidence was against him?
"Tell me, Mr. Lockwood." said
' Richmond, turning to me. "what mo
live your friend could have had in
employing a jail-bird in a confidential
position?" 1 could see Barry shud
der.- 1 -'
*‘Brry ? s father had worked as ac
countant in Mr. Whitmore's father's
owe*, for over twenty years," I re
plied, "and wus known as a man of
excellent reputation. It was for the
sake of the father that Leonard offer
ed to give the son a chance to reform
And when Barry showed an earnest
desire to break away from his past
life, it became taoityl understood be
tween Mr. Whitmore and myself that
' no allusion to his past should be
made as long as his conduct was ir
reproachable."
"That is not at all surprising, a?
Whitmore had very strange theories
regarding* criminals," remarked Jack
Marion, who had said little since his
entrance, but the ash-stand drawn up
I to his chair bore witness to the in
numerable cigarettes he had smoked
during that Mine. “Just a couple ol
days ago lie mentioned to me his ia
! tenfion of taking a young chap into
his office who was finishing a term tor
the attempted murder of some'promi
nent person in tlie city.- He be
lieved the hoy was unjustly sentenced
on mere circumstantial evidence
1 that he was but the tool of others
f His theory was —"
' “Ves ves' he'ard of Whitmore’s
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theory before, but we are wasting
time, and it is almost the hour set for
the inquest. I think l have asked
enough questions for the present.
Nov lo business " By w hich 1 gather
ed he was going to continue his search
for clues, or rather tor proof usalnst
my valet.
tTo be continued.)
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