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CHAPTER Xll—Continued |
Tope handed June the pad on which
be had been writing, and Clint stood
#t her shoulder so that they read it
logether. :
Miss Leaford began getting
supper before dark. Everyone
came to supper except Mrs.
Bowdon. They came in relays.
About 7:50 Mrs. Taine came to
sut Mr. and Mrs. Hurder to bed.
About eight, Asa Taine came
| lor a cup of tea, used milk out
of the bottle.
After he left, Mrs. Taine heat
ed milk for Mr. and Mrs. Hurd
~ er. Rab Taine came in to say
good night. The milk was on the
stove. He stood near the stove.
Then he left for Providence.
About 8:25 Mrs. Taine left,
Mr. and Mrs. Hurder in bed.
About 8:30 Miss Leaford
turned out downstairs lights and
went to her room. About 8:45
she met Clint outside.
About 11:05 Clint and Miss
Leaford returned and stopped in
front of the house.
About 11:10 they saw the fire,
At 11:19 exactly, the alarm
&as rung in. The apparatus ar
rived at exactly 11:23. Mrs.
Taine and Asa arrived at the
fire about 11:21.
At exactly 11:51 Mrs. Taine
put in a call for Providence to
her son.
While June and Clint studied this
schedule in silence, Tope explained:
‘““You know when you went up
stairs, and when you went out to
meet Clint; and I’ve guessed at the
times before that. 1 know when
the alarm was rung in, and when
the apparatus arrived; and by al
lowing for all you and Clint did after
you saw the fire and before the ap
paratus arrived, I can figure out
about the time you saw the fire.”
“Yes,” June said. “This seems
about right.”
“I've a record of the call to Prov
idence,” Tope added. ‘“‘How bad
was the fire then—when your aunt
went to phone?”’
““The whole house was burning,”
June decided.
Tope nodded. “‘There’s one other
question I've got to ask you,” he
sald gravely. “Do you think any
one of—your relatives might have
given your mother poison? Or set
the house on fire?”
“No, no,” June whispered. ‘‘They
;‘vere hard and stubborn; but— No.
o.”
“Did any of them except your
mother ever take a sleeping-pow
der?” he insisted.
She hesitated. “Why, yes,’”’ she
said doubtfully. “Uncle Justus did.”
And she explained in a faint amuse
ment: ‘“‘He really had insomnia,
sometimes. It seems odd, because
he could always sleep in a chair;
but sometimes he couldn’t sleep in
bed. Doctor Cabler gave him some
tablets once; but Aunt Evie took
them away from him, wouldn’t let
him use them. So poor Uncle Justus
used to ask me to give him a tablet
out of Mother’s bottle, now and
then; and I know Rab took some
for him once.”
‘““When was that?” Tope asked
gravely.
‘““About a month ago,” June re
flected. “I found Rab in the bath
room; he told me.”
Tope wagged his head; but he
did not push this matter further.
“Did you know Miss Thayer?’ he
asked. ‘“Her name’s Lissa.”
“Yes,” June assented. ‘‘That is,
I saw her sometimes, when I was
walking in the woods.”
“Did you ever see your cousin
Asa with her?” Tope asked. The
girl shook her head; and Tope ex
plained:
“I saw them kiss each other to
night, at the fire. They were back
in the shadows, but I saw.”
“Asa?” June cried incredulously.
““You never knew anything about
that?”
“Oh, no,” she declared. ‘“But if
Asa loved her, he wouldn’t have
dared tell anyone. They'd have been
furious. Aunt Evie, and Grandma
Bowdon, I mean.”
““You think so?’’ Tope prompted
her.
“Yes! Mother used to tell me—""
Bhe hesitated, went bravely on:
““Mother used to tell me that if I
married without their consent, they
would crush me. They did crush
her, you know.”
Inspector Tope nodded; and he
picked his words with care. ‘“You
remember Mr. Glovere, who lived
in the cabin in the woods—the man
you called Uncle Jim. You liked
him, didn’t you?”
‘“Yes,” she said. ‘‘So much. He
went away, after Mother died.”
‘“He’'s come back,” the Inspector
said.
“Where is he?” she cried eager
ty.
Tope hesitated, he confessed at
last: ‘‘lnspector Heale is holding
him.”
‘“You mean—arrested him?” Her
cheek was pale. '
‘‘Heale thought he might have had
something to de—""
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“Oh,” she protested in loyal priae.
“Uncle Jim wouldn’t. No, no.”
“He came back at noon today,”
Tope explained. *““Came back ask
ing for you . . . Miss Leaford, I
used to be a policeman. I'm frying
to find out what happened out there.
You understand that we are sure
your mother, somehow, was poi
soned. Someone put some extra tab
lets in that glass of milk she drank.
It might have been done while the
milk was still in the bottle, in Mrs.
Bowdon’s refrigerator. Or after
ward in your grandmother’s kitchen,
or on the way upstairs, or after it
was taken upstairs. And anyone
might have done it. Anyone at all.”
The girl was trembling, but her
eyes were steady.
And when he did not speak, she
cried: “Why should they do a thing
like that?”
He said slowly: ““They might have
been afraid—afraid of something we
don’t know about. Or wanting some
thing.” And he spoke to Miss Moss.
““Justus Taine has all the wills, Bow
don’s and Hurder’s. He wouldn’t tell
me what’s in them. They’ll be pub
lic by and by, but—there may not
“Clint, whoever did thiy is a
monster, not human.”’
be time.” His tone was deeply trou
bled. He spoke to June. “You and
your cousins would inherit all the
money, I expect,” he said. “All the
money in the family.”
“I don’t know,” she confessed.
‘““Was there much?” But before he
could answer, she cried: *“That
doesn’t matter now, though.” Ris
ing anger steadied her. *I want to
know who killed my mother,” she
said.
Tope looked at her apprisingly.
‘“Mean that, do you?”’
“Os course.”
‘““‘Because,” he said, ‘“‘you can help
find out! This is ugly business to
talk about, hard to believe. But
Miss Leaford, your grandpa, Mr.
Hurder, is out there, in that house,
near dying. It wouldn’t take much
to make him die. Whoever set fire
to the house last night wants him
dead.” And after a moment Tope
added soberly: ‘“They refuse to have
a nurse for him.”
He shook his head; he said in a
grim and stricken tone:
“I think there’s an insane mur
derer loose out there—insane, and
clever as a cat. He’s managed to
get by so far without leaving a
trace. It’s the first time in forty
years that I've seen a case without
one single lead.”
Clint cried: ‘“What are you get
ting at, Inspector?”
Tope hesitated for a moment. He
ignored Clint, said slowly then:
““There’s one more thing you ought
to know, Miss Leaford: Inspector
Heale has arrested this man you call
Uncle Jim. Heale thinks he did it.”
‘“‘But why should he?’’ she protest
ed. ‘“What reason had he?”
And Tope said briefly, kindly:
‘““He’s your father, June.”
For a long moment then, silence
held them all. June sat still, and
the color drained out of her cheeks
till she was white as snow. Clint
caught her, and she clung to him;
yet she did not hide her face from
them. She stared at Inspector Tope,
and her eyes were streaming, and
her lips worked as though she would
speak, but no words came. She
watched him, and tears streamed
down her cheeks, and she began to
hiccough with smothered sobs.
Tope spoke slowly, in explicit
terms. “Your mother ran away
with him when she was a girl,”” he
said. “By and by they came home
to live; and after two years there,
the old folks broke it up. Mrs.
Bowdon and Mrs. Taine, he told me,
turned your mother against him, He
said Mr. and Mrs., Hurder were on
his side, but the others broke them
down. Finally he left. He wanted
your mother to go with him, but she
was afraid, so he went away alone.”
And he explained: “He didn’t
know about you till afterward, years
afterward. When you were about
ten years old, he came back and
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met you in the woods, and you told
him who you were. So he stayed,
to be near you, lived in the cabin
there. They wanted to put him off
the land; but there wasn’t any di
vorce, and he threatened to make
trouble unless they let him stay.
He didn’t ask anything of them ex
cept to be near you, to see you
sometimes.”
He looked at Miss Moss, sure she
would understand. “I guess he still
loved Kitty Leafyrd," he said.
‘““When she died, it hit him hard.
He went away; but he came back
yesterday, says he was asleep in
his cabin all last night. So Heale
has locked him up.”
“It would seem simple enough to
Heale,” she pointed out. *‘‘Heale
will say that Mr. Leaford killed Mrs.
Leaford and then the Hurders, so
that June would inherit their mon
ey. Then he could claim Junme as
his daughter, and get her and the
money too.”
June moved, about to speak; and
Clint held her close, protectingly.
She said faintly:
“I can remember once, when I
was a little girl, Aunt Evie tried to
make me stay away from him, and
I told him, and he came to the
house to see her, and after that she
never bothered me . . .
“But he didn’t do this!” She
rubbed her eyes with her hands like
one just waking; she stood up, sup
porting herself by Clint’s arm. “Oh,
I want to do something!” she cried.
“What can I do?”
The Inspector said soberly: ““This,
if you want to,” he said. “I know
it’s not safe for you—"’
“‘Safe!” she exclaimed almost
scornfully. “I don’t want to be
safe, with my mother dead, and my
father—"’
“Mr. Hurder’s in the Bowdon
house,” Tope explained. “They aim
to keep him there. They won’t have
a nurse in to take care of him. But
Miss Leaford, they’d have you. They
want you home, and if you went,
and insisted on nursing him-—"'
Clint made a swift indignant pro
test; but June hushed him.
“Yes, I understand,” she told the
man steadily. “I’ll go. But why?
What am I to do?”’
“To watch,” he said. *“To be
ready.”
. ‘““Ready for what?” she insisted.
So, reluctantly, he put the thing
in words. “Whoever did this wants
Mr. Hurder dead,”” he pointed out.
“I think there’ll be another try at
hmng him.,”
And he said gravely: ‘“‘There
might be more than that. There
might be a try at killing you.”
CHAPTER XIII
Clint had listened to Inspector
Tope’s suggestion that June return
to Kenesaw Hill with an incredulous
and angry horror. Now he cried in
a bitter wrath:
““No! I won’t stand for that. June’s
been through enough—"’
“We’ll be there to take care of
her,”” Tope urged. “You and I,
Clint. We'll be on the job. It's
only for tonight. I've a notion to
night will tell the tale.”
“No,”” Clint insisted. *‘She’s
through with them out there, all
those people. I'm going to be all
her family from now on. If you
think I'm going to let her -go out
there for bait, to bait a trap—'’ And
he cried: “Why do you have to mix
in, Inspector? Let them wash their
own dirty linen.”
. Tope urged gravely: “It’s any cit
izen’s duty to do what he can,
Clint.” His tone was grim. “And
son, there’s a murderer loose out
there. ‘Maybe a maniz2z. I think
he is. There’s a terrible, mad per
sistence in him. Or her.”
‘““Her?” Clint echoed, startled by
that pronoun,
Cleaners Working in Westminster Abbey
Unearth Dwelling Place of Anchorite
Cleaners working in Westminster
abbey recently discovered the site of
the cell where the abbey’s anchor
ite, or holy man, kept lonely vigil
centuries ago. It was in this cell,
tradition says, that wild young Hen
ry V spent a repentant night when
his father, the fourth King Henry,
died in the Jerusalem chamber of
the abbey.
The discovery was disclosed by
Lawrence Tanner, keeper of the
muniments of the abbey. He said
the find was made during cleaning
operations on a monument in St.
Benedict’'s chapel to Dr. Gabriel
Goodman, a former dean of West
minster, who died in 1601. The mon
ument shows the dean kneeling at a
praying desk. .
“Behind the praying desk was
found in the stonework a little win
dow so placed that anyone looking
through would see the altar of the
chapel,” Tanner said.
Just to the side of monument is
a door, now blocked, which had, as
it had seemed to us for years, no
obvious purpose.
‘“Taking this door in conjunction
with the newly discovered window
Tope hesitated. ““Him or her, who
ever it is,” he repeated. “‘Clint,
whoever did this is a monster, not
human. No telling what will come
next.”
“And you want to risk June’s
life?”
“I don’t aim to,” Tope argued.
“‘She’ll have her eyes open. I'll tell
her what to watch for. She'll
have a pistol, to use if she has to.
We’ll be right outside.” He spoke to
June herself. ““You won’t go into it
blindly,” he said. “Nor at all, un
less you want.”
“Let Heale work it out,” Clint
cried. “It’s his job.”
June was a long time in taking
any part in this discussion between
them: But when she spoke at last,
it was decisively.
“I don’t trust Inspector Heale,
Clint,” she said. “If he thinks Un
cle Jim—my father—did this, he
must be a dull, witless man.”
They watched her; she seemed to
think aloud. ‘lt was money, the
money always,” she cried, half to
herself. “I can see that now. Every
thing had to be done to keep the
money in the family. That was why
they were so furious when Mother
married Uncle Jim—for fear some
of the money would get away from
them. Oh, I've heard them talk,
and plan!”
Clint said warmly: “Sweet, hush!
You’re never going back there
again.”
But June smiled at him, and she
said: “Yes, I am, Clint. I can go
back and watch and see things now
that I couldn’t see before. I can
understand.””
Inspector Tope said slowly:
‘‘Heale is afraid of your people. He
won’t go after them hard, the way
he would after other folk. And I
never saw an uglier business. This
senseless, pitiless butchering!
There’s a maniac loose out there;
and Heale won’t act. I've got to
find some way.”
“T’ll do whatever you say,”” June
insisted; and Clint knew at last that
he could not dissuade the girl. He
said slowly:
“I wish you wouldn’t, June. But
—II can see, can feel the same way.
Inspector, what do you mean to
do?”’
Tope considered, his eyes on the
floor, his head wagging. “I think
the thing will ripen tonight,” he con
fessed. “If it seems sure that Mr.
Hurder will live, the murderer will
try to end him tonight.”
He watched June intently. “And
maybe you too! I'm guessing at
this; but I'm a good guesser. Some
one out there is money-crazy. Mr.
Hurder is a rich man; and some
one out there wants that money.
Maybe wants it quick. Maybe has
to have it quick.
““I'm guessing,” he repeated.
““Justus Taine wouldn’t tell me what
was in the wills. But my guess is
that the Hurder money is in a trust
agreement for Mrs. Leaford—but
she’s dead—and then for you, Miss
Leaford. With trustees. Maybe
Taine himself. Maybe his sons. It
doesn’t matter—wouldn’t help us
any if we knew, because they’re all
in the same pot together. But it
comes down to it that you’re the
only one left in the way, Miss Lea
ford. With you dead, the Hurder
money’s bound to stay in the Taine
family.”
June nodded. “‘Yes,” she said.
‘“Yes, they could make Grandpa
Hurder write his will the way they
wanted it. They’d leave him no
peace till he did.”
“So there it is,”” Tope agreed,
with a grim simplicity. ‘““The mon
ey waiting, ready to run into their
pockets as soon as Mr. Hurder dies.
You're the last dam in the way, the
last thing that holds it back. They’l}
be after you.”
“I'm not afraid!’” said June.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
and bearing in mind other features,
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little room outside abutting on the
abbey and therein must have dwelt
the abbey hermit or recluse.
“Through that door must have
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father’s death, when the young king
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Tanner explained that the hermit
usually was an elderly monk regard
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and given the job of anchorite as a
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