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By T. W. HANSHAW.
Copyright by Doubleda*, Page *& Co.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“Hood Lud! Suspect me of murder—
f murder?” exclaimed the doctor in
*uch hot indignation it was a wonder
his voice did not wake the sick man
in the room beyond. “I never heard
anything so abominable, so mon
strous, in all my life. You’ll do me
honor of letting me know, please,
■n what grounds Mr. Redway, or
headway, or whatever your internal
IS *
"' K '" * g Cftek. doctor—don't both ■
v-ho trying to remember the
I've no further use Tor it.
io name—Cleek; Special In-
Agent of Scotland Yard. Mind
footstool. Doctor—you haven't
' ui glasses on. Pafrdon, your lady-
•' 1 • i*? Oh, yes, Cleek is correct—
Headland was as fictitious as R* j d-
As for the rest, you may take
' dear girt back to your heart with
feet confidence. There’s no Nihl-
‘ in the case at a!’: and what is
rno jour son's life is not threat
ened nor has it ever been. It’s just a
plain little game of Paddy and the
pigs and Paddy got nine of them be
fore his inning ran out. Sit down,
Doctor—I want to tel you a nice lit
tle story about a bit of green chalk
and a gentleman of the Fenian per
suasion who learned how to dance on
nothing to a tune that was played by
Jack Ketch exactly 20 years ago.
“You will be too young to remem
ber the circumstances, of course, but
Lady Jennifer will, I am sure, readily
I t-ecall the execution of Michael Du-
j lahey and Patrick Shawn, two Fenian
fanatics who objected to queens on
principle and set out to manifest that
objection by a cowardly and mur
derous attempt to blow up one of the
royal palaces of England in the dead
of the night whilst she who was at
once queen, woman and mother was
sleeping in it. They did not accom
plish their object, but they did suc
ceed i:i killing two men, two soldiers
on guard, and making fatherless nine
I little children. Well, they paid for
i ihat act with their miserable lives.
IA stern, just, inflexible judge and
twelve brave jurors tried and sen
tenced them to death and, facing
the spleen and venom of their kind—-
for they represented merely a frac
tion, not Ireland itself—that judge
stood by his guns and did his duty
by his country, his queen and his
God. That was twenty years ago—
now* mark what followed. The
vicious son of a vicious father, nurs
ing a rancor as bitter as it was
deep, as lasting as it was malicious,
set gut to avenge that father's death
and to wipe out the grudge he enter
tained for all who had been instru
mental in bringing it about. Four
teen men had been the means of
bringing about that death—the Judge,
the crown prosecutor and twelve
jurymen—and he set out, this skulk
ing, cowardly, stab-in-the-back as
sassin, to secretly murder those men
one by one; andjjhe better to do it.
he (’hose to mak|Ui6 of the medical
profession that 1» might crawl into
their homes and sting like any other
snake. Nixie lives have already paid
the forfeit; the tenth—that of Mr.
Herbert Bartwick-Spale, formerly
crown prosecutor and at present oc
cupying the top flat in this house ”
He was suffered to say no more.
Of a sudden a table went over, a
brown leather bag struck him full in
the face and a flying figure shot past
him, bowled over Mr. Narkom and
bolted out of the door.
“’Ware wolf!” sang out Cleek;
then broke into a sudden laugh as
there rose a scramble and a cry and
the clash of locked bodies bumping
down the stairs. “Played,* my lads,
played! Fetch him in and let’s have
a look at the gentleman with his
wig and his sidewhiskers pulled off.”
Then there carne another snarling
cry, another clatter of feet, a rush
and a roar across the landing and
into the room; and then, of a sud
den. there appeared upon the thres
hold the writhing and battling shape
of Flannigan close gripped by the
I hands of the two plain-clothes men.
“Well, Paddy Shawn, you've driven
I your pigs to a fine market to be
sure,” said Cleek. “And after only
thirty years of life! Doctor, how do
you like your good and careful as
sistant, whose only concern for your
welfare was that nothing should in
terfere with your performance of
your duty until he had used you to
the utmost and had finished his mur
derous work. Take him away, my
lads- lie’ll get. what’s coming to him
at the proper time. That’s all—cut
along! ”
Just Before You Cams.
“When did 1 first suspect the truth,
jour ladyship? Well, 1 think 1 got
the first inkling of it just before you
came. You will remember, Mr. Nark
om, that it was the fact of the chalk
being green which impressed me—
green is so essentially Irish that one’s
first thoughts fly to the Emerald Isle
immediately it is put in evidence.
Th» n when I put that fact in connec
tion with the figures and began to
'York those out, and afterward linked
both with the name of Sir Gorreli
James and the ages of the man who
had been killed—oh, well, it began
to take shape at once, of course. You
see, there was the ‘green’ which stood
fur Ireland, and the figures which
stood for Fenianlsm, and—what’s
that? How did J come to the con
clusion that they really did do that?
My dear Mr. Narkom, you certainly
observed how I got hold of that par
ticular clue? You remember I first
tried the days of the week and then
the letters of the alphabet and finally
the months of the year. Surely, when
I ticked off January, February, March
you must have gained a hint at least?
Why? Well, because if the 3 stood
for the third month and the third
month is March, the 17 needs no
working out at all if it’s an affair
that has to do with Irish matters; for
the 17th of March is St. Patrick's
Day. So, when 1 had these clews to
start on and added to them, first, what
I knew regarding Sir Gorreli James:
then the ages of the several men
killed, and finally the significant foci
that the gentleman who lives in the
top flat at this house is he who was
tlie Ciown Prosecutor at the time oi
the great Dulaney-Shawn trial, why
shouldn't I begin to see light? Still,
I never was quite certain upon that
point until i bent Dollops to look up
the records of that trial and to bring
me a list of the names of the jury
men and also the name of the boy (the
son of one or the other of the two
prisoners; I couldn’t quite remember
which) who was held up in court, by
his mother at the time of the convic
tion and told to ‘Look at the faces of
thorn that’s callin’ a martyr a mur
derer, and never ye rest till you’ve
put the lie’s mfirk on every livin’
son of them.’
To Be Continued To-morrow.
This Applies to Cats.
T is a fact that a lion’s or a tiger's
whiskers once taken off will never
grow again. These animals shed their
hair ordinarily once a. year, all except
the whiskers. The shedding depends
entirely upon the climate, and there
Is a peculiar thing connected with it.
Men who have taken wild animal*
from Asia and Africa to Europe say
that they never knew a lion or a tiger
nr any animal of the cat species to go
through the lin # < a without changing
<•< at. They wil. shed at Suakim and
come out with hair fresh and glossy a j
silk, and yet. going through the Red
Sea they wil) shed uga n. No one lu
been able to account for it, but it is .
a fact, nevertheless *
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