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Show THE SALT LAKE TRIBUNE, SUNDAY MORNING, OCTOBER HORACE TREVERT ran down the reach the library door. He to reach the library door. He sharply, then turned the . There was an Instants silence. Horace and the doctor exchanged an Interrogatory look. rom behind the closed door came the steady ticking of a clock. The silence was so absolute that both men heard It. Then the door at the end of the corridor was flung open and Bude appeared. He was running at a jquick, ambling trot, his heavy tread shaking the passage. whatever Is it? What O, sir," he cried, has happened?" Horace spoke quickly. Incisively. "Something's happened to Mr. Parrish, Bude, ho said. "The door'a locked and he doesnt answer. Well have to break the door , down." Bude shook his head. " Its solid oak, sir," he began. Then he raised his hand. Pardon me, gentlemen," he said, as though an Idea had atruck him. " If we were to go out by the garden door here, we might get in through the window. We could break the glass if needs be! " " Thats It!" exclaimed Horace. Come on, doctor!" He dashed down the corridor towards the little passage. The doctor laid a hand on Budes arm. " One of us had better stay here." he said, with a meaning glance at the closed door. The butler raised an affrighted face to his. " Go With Sir Horace, Bude," said the doctor. I'll stay." Outside In the gardens of Harkings it was a raw, damp evening, pitch black now, with little gusts of wind which shook the" naked bushes of the rosary. The garden door led by a couple of shallow steps on to a gravel path which ran all along the back of the house. The path extendedt right up to the wall of the house. On the other aide it flanked the center. in ..." ' ' Despite her effort to remain calm, tho girCe voice thook a littla. Sho mad m little helpleee geetare of her hande. - -- ..." ion. Who is that crying outside?" Greve demanded. " This la no place for women. "Its Mrs. Heever, the housekeeper, Bude answered. " Well, she must go back to her room, tend all those servants away. Jay, will you see to It? And take care that Lady Margaret and Miss Trevert dont come In here either. ith Sir Horace them, sir. inthe lounge," said Jay, and. went out. I'll go to them. I think I'd better," exclaimed the doctor. " I shall be In tits lounge when they want me. A dreadful affair! Dreadful! - The little doctor bustled out, leaving Greve and the butler alone in the room with' the mortal remains of Hartley Parrish lying where he had fallen on the soft gray carpet. Now, Bude," said Greve incisively, get on to the police at once. ' You'd better telephone from the servants hall. I'll have a look pound here in the meantime! Bude stood for an instant Irresolute. He glanced shrewdly at the VOung mail. Go on. said Robin quickly. What are you waiting for, man? There's no time to In this was a little heap of papers and letters. Robin glanced through them. There wero two or three prospectuses, a notice of a golf match, a couple of notes from West End tradesmen inclosing receipts, and an acknowledgment from the bank. There was only one personal letter a business communication frorp a Rotterdam firm. Robin glanced at the letter. It was typewritten on paper of a shade. dark slatey-blue- . It was headed ELIAS VAN PER SPYCK A CO. GENERAL IMPORTERS. ROTTERDAM" and dealt with steel shipments. Robin dropped the letter back into the tray and turned to survey the room. It was in perfect order. The room smelt smoky. Now he remembered1 he had noticed It as he came . . . in. He stood an instant gazing thoughtfully at the blazing and leaping Are. He threw a quick glance at the' window.. where the cur-taitossed fitfully in the breeze coming through the broken parte. Suddenly he stepped quickly across the room andllftlng the reading lamp from the table, bore It over to the window, which he scrutinized narrowly by its light. Then he dropped on one knee beside the dead body, placing the lamp on the floor beside him. He lifted the dead mans left hand and narrowly examined the nails. Without touching the right hand which clasped fhe revolver, he studied its nails, too. He rose and took the gold mounted reading glass from the desk and scrutinized the nails of both hands through the glass. Then he rose to his feet again and, having replaced lamp and reading glass on the desk, stood thers thoughfully, his brown hands clasped before him. His eyes wandered from the desleto the window and from the window to the corpse. Then he noticed on the carpet between the dead body and the desk a little ball of slatey-blupaper. He bent down and picked it up. He had begun to unroll it when the library door was flung open. Robin thrust the scrap of paper in his pocket and turned to face the door. The library door opened. A large, square built, florid man in the braided uniform of a on the threshold of the police inspeotor-Gtoo- d room. Beside him waa Bude. who, with an air of dignity and respectful mourning suitably blended, waved him Into the room. The ahem! the body la in here, Mr. Humphries, .sir! " He nodded shorfy to Greve and with a tread that shook the room strode across to where Hartley Parrish was lying dead. In the meantime a harassed looking man with a short gray beard, wearing a shabby frock coat, had slipped into ths room behind the inspector. He approached Greve. Dr. Romaln? he queried, peering through hia gold spectacles. " The butler said a , No, rfiy name is Greve. answered Robin. "I am staying in. the house. This is Dr. Romaln." He 'motioned to the door. Dr. Romaln' came bustling into the room. " Glad to see you here so promptly, inspector," he said. " A shocking business, very. Is this the doctor? I'tm Dr. Romaln e Hartley Parrishs library was a splendid room, square in shape, lofty and well proportioned. It was lined with books arranged In shelves of dark brown oak running round the four walls, but sunk level with them and reaching up to a broad band of perfectly plain. white plaster work. It was a cheerful, comfortable, eminently . modern room, half library, half office. The solid, but uncompromisingly new. The massive oaken door stood opposite the window overlooking the rosary the window through which Horace Trevert had entered. Parrishs desk was in front of this window, b&tween U and the door In consequence. By tne other window, which, as has been stated, looked out on the clipped hedge surrounding the Pleasure Ground, was the little table with the Chelsea chain, the dictaphone, and one of the easy chairs. The center of the room was clear, so that nothiib lay between the lose. door and the carved mahogany chair at the Why should he have done It? he whisdesk. Here, as they all knew, Parrish was to himself. Why, my God, why? pered accustomed to sit when working, his back to With a little hopeless gesture the young the door, his face to the window overlooking barrister glanced round the room. His eye the roeary. fell upon the desk. He saw a neat array of Pr. Redstone bowed wkh alacrity. The desk stood shout ten' feet from the " A great privilege, sir," he said staidly, letter trays, costly silver and tortoise shell window. On it was a large brass damp which I have followed your work writing appointments, a couple of heavy gold -- cast a brilliant circle of " broad the light upon fountain pens, and an orderly collection of But the other did not let him finish., flat top ot the desk with Its orderly array of pentlla. Lying flat on the great silver edged ' ' " Shot through the heart . . . instantaneletter trays. Its handaome sliver edged blotter blotter was a long brown envelope which had ous desth , . .severe hemorrhage and silver and tortoise shell leather writing been opened. Propped up agalfist the larger the pistol is there T . in his hand. A man the of appurtenances. By this lamp light crystal Ink welt was a letter addressed simply ' with everything he wanted in the world . . . Dr. Romaln, looking from the doorway, saw Miss Mary Trevert .In Hartley Parrishs, I cant understand it. 'Pon my soul, I cant! that Hartley Parrishs chair was vacant, The Inspector, who had been kneeling by big. vigorous, and sprawling handwriting. a back little way from the desk. The pushed The letter to Mary Trevert Robin did not the corpse, motioned with hia head to the vilrest of the room was wrapt In unrevealing touch. But he picked up the long brown lage doctor. Dr. Redstone went to him and half light. envelope. On the back it bore a printed seal. began a cursory examination of the body. " He's there by the window. The envelope contatned a document and a The Inspector rose. Horace was whispering to the doctor. Ro" I understand from the butler, gentlemen," letter. At the eight of it the young man maln strode over to the desk and picked up started. It was Hartley Parrish's will. The , he said, "that It was Mias Trevert, a lady the lamp. As he did so his eyes fell fipon letter was merely a covering note from Mr. staying in ths house, who heard the shot the pale face of Hartley Parrish. He lay or the firm of Jerrlngham, Bardy and fired. I should like to see her, please. And Bardyof - his back in the space between the desk and Company, a well known firm of solicitors, you, sir, are you a relation of , . , the window. , His head waa flung back, his dated the previous evening. Robin replaced Greve, thus addressed, hastily replied. f " Only a friend. Inspector. I am su.ylng In eyes, bluish gray the narrow, rather expreswletter and document la their envelope eyes of the successful business min eat reading them. the house. I am a barrister. Perhaps I may were wide open ar.d fixed in a sightless . ." "So thats it!" he murmured to himself. be able to assist you Suicide! But why?" stare, bis rather full mouth with its clea . shot a slow, shrswd glance at i Humphries All the letter trays save one were empty. shaven lips was rigid and stern. him from beneath his shaggy eyebrows is-w- . ... ' -- wlth-flonle- ss J, lunch that he waa going to shut bimaelf up in the library for the whole afternoon, as he had a lot of work to get through." ( The Inspector made a note or two in his book. Then he paused, thoughtfully tapping the end of his pencil against his teeth. It was Miss Trevert, you say, who found the body?" Her brother. Sir No, Greve replied. Horace Trevert. It was Miss Trevert who heard the shot fired." The door waa locked, I think?" "On the inside. But here is Sir Horace Trevert He will tell you how he got through the window anc discovered the body, Horace Trevert gave a brief account of hia entry Into the library. Again the inspector scribbled in his note book. One or two more questions, gentlemen, please, hs said, and then-- should wish to see Miss Trevert. Firstly, who saw Mr. Hartley last and at what time?1 -- Horace TrevertJdoked at Greve. It would be when he left us after lunch, wouldn't It? he said, Certainly, certainly," Dr. Romaln broke in. "He left us all together In the dining room you, Horace, and Robin and Lady Miss Trevert Margaret and Mary . . snd her mother, you know, he added by way of explanation to the Inspector. And he went straight to the library?" "Straight away, Mr. Humphries, mesir,in Mr. Parrish crossed brqke in Bude. the hall and gave me particular instructions that he was not to be disturbed." "That was at what time? 4 e the girl as Jje handed her the letter, "may throw some light on the affair! Open-eyea little surprised, she took the plain white envelope from hie hand and gazed an Instant without speaking on thd bold, sprawling address: "Miss Mary Trevert." said the inspector Open It, please, eying About , he" ..." ..." . . Robin ahook hia head. .... The Absolutely nothing," he replied. corridor waa perfectly quiet. I stepped out into the grounds, went for a turn round the house, but It was raining, so I came in almost at once, "... At what time was that? , O, about two or When I came in? three minutes later, say sfioiit a quarter past ' five." H.' "We were engaged. Inspector," she said. "We were to have been married very soon." A deep flash crept .slowly over Mr. Humphries florid facs and spread into the - roots of bis tawny fair hair. -"But what does he mean by 'having me write?" he asked. The girl replied hastily, her eyes on ths Sir!' A Btout sergeant appeared at the library door. " As soon ss the body has been removed, you will, lock the room and bring the key to me. And you will return here and see that no one attempts to get Into the room. Unde- rstand?" - ground. "Mr. Parrish was under the impression without his money that , . . that . I should not have cared for him. (That is what he means. J " You knew he bad provided for you in his - Yes, sir! ..." ... self-contr- ) sir." two-thirt- "Then you were the last pereon to see . him before " Why, no . . . that is, unless ' . . The butler hesitated, oastlng a quick glance round hia audience. What do you mean? rapped out the inspector, looking up from his note book. " Did anybody else see Mr. Parrish in spite of his orders? - Bude was silent. He was looking at Greve. ' Come on, said Humphries sternly. " You heard my question? What makes you think anybody else had access to Mr. Parrish before the ahot was heard?" . Bude made a little resigned gesture of the hands. I made sura Well, sir, I thought that Mr, Greve . . There was a moments tense silence. "Well?" snapped Humphries. I wap going to say I made certain that Mr. Greve was going to Mr. Parrish in the library to tell him tea was ready. Mr. Greve passed me in the hall and went down the library corridor Just after I bad served the tea." All eyee turned to Robin. " It's perfectly true. he said. " I went out Into the gardens for a mouthful of fresh air Just before tea. I left the house by the side door, off the corridor here. I didn't go to the library, though. 'It la an understood thing in this house that no one ever disturbs Mr. Parrish when "My God, Mary," he cried, "you mustnt come in here! " All turned round at his loud exclamation. Dr. Mary. Trevert stood In the ' " Romalne darted forward.-- ' doorway. My dear," he said soothingly, "you mustn't bs here Passively she let him lead her into the corridor. The Inspector continued his examination. "At what time did you come along this corridor, sir?" he, asked Robin. " It was not long after the tea gong went," answered Robin; " abut ten minutes past five, I should say And you heard nothing?" The girt tors open ths envelope. Hunv-- . phrles saw her eyes fill, watched the emotion grip her and shake her in her so that she could not speak when, her reading done, she gave him back tbe letter. Without asking her permission he took the sheet of fine, expensive paper with its neat engraved heading and postal directions and read Hartley Parrish's last message. I signed my will at "My dear," it ran. Bardya office yesterday and he sent it baak me to today. Just this line to let you know you are properly provided for should any.to me. I wanted to fix things ' thing happen so that you and Lady Margaret would not have to worry any more.'- I Just had to write. I guess you understand why. There waa a long and impressive silence while the inspector deliberately read the note. Then he looked Interrogatively at the I say, though," expostulated Horace. my sister's awfully upset, you know. Is t absolutely necessary?" " Aye, sir, it Is! said the inspector. " But theres no need for me to see her la here. Perhaps in some other room." The drawing room is next to this," the butler put In. "Theyd be nice and quiet in there, Sir Horace! The Inspector acquiesced. Dr, Redstone . drew him aside for f. whispered colloquy. The Inspector came back to Robin and Horace. " The doctor would like to have the body taken upstairs to Mr. Parrishs room, he He wishes to make a more detailed said. examination If Dr. Romaln would help him. give orders Jit one ot you- - gentlemen couldOfficers outside , I have two about this. who wquld lend a hand. And this room must then be shut and locked. Sergeant Harris! " he called. . " Inspectqr! " Robin Greve called Inspector Humphries as the latter was preparing to follow Buds to the drawing room. Mr. Jarrlsh seems to have written a note for Miss Trevert," he said, pointing at the And in that envelope you will find desk. Mr. Parrishs will. I discovered it there on the desk Just before you arrived! Again the Inspector shot one of his swift glances at the young mu. He went over to the desk, shook the document and letter from their envelope, glanced at them, and replaced them. I dont rightly know that this concerns Ill me, gentfemen, be said slowly. Just take charge of it. And Ill give Mist Trevert her letter." Taking the two envelopes, hs tramped heavily out of the room. The phrases fie had been laboriously preThis has been a bad shock for you, paring You will forgive me, Im sure, maam mifam, for calling upon you at a moment such as this "died away on his Ups as Mary ' Trevert said; Ask me any questions you wish, inspeccan. I tor. I will tell you everything Thats very good of you, maam, Im sure, answered the inspector, unstrapping his note book. and Ill try and not detain you long. Now then, tell me what you know of this sad affair. Mary Trevert plucked an instant nervously at her, little cambric handkerchief in her lap. Then she said: I went to the library from the billiard room . . A moment," interposed the Inspector. " What time was that? " " A little after five. The tea gong had gone some time. I waa going to tho library to tell Mr. Parrish that tea was ready . , . "He told me several times that he intended to leave me everything. You see, he , has no relatives." "I seer said the Inspector in a reflective voice Had bs any enemies, do you know? Anybody who would drive him to a thing like ' this?" Tbe girl shook her head vehemently. ( " Nor The monosyllables came out emphatically. Again the Inspector darted one of hia quick, shrewd glances at ths girL She met bis scrutiny with her it?" isnt " Yea, I supoose so . . . "Tet you say there was no reply? No. None at all. The inspector plotted a word or two in his cote book as it lay open flat upon the table. " Tbs 'Shot, then, was fired immediately habltl . can- "and it made him rather nervous. But otherwise he never had a days illness in his life." ' Humphries ran hia eye Over the had made. . . nots he "There is Just one more question I should like to ask you. Miss Trevert, he ' said, rather a personal question." hands twisted the cambric Mary Treverts handkerchief into a little ball and slowly unwound it again. But her face remained quite calm. " About your engagement to Mr, Parrish . . . when did it take place?" " Some days ago. It has not yet been announced. x The inspector coughed. I was wondering whether, perhaps, Mr. , whether he Parrish was not quits . was maybe, a little disturbed in his mind about the engagement . , The girl hesitated. Then she said flijnly: "Mr. Parrish was perfectly happy about' It. He was looking forward to our being .married in the spring." Mr. Humphries shut his notebook with a snap and rose to 'his feet Thank you very much, maam." he said' with a little formal bow, If you will excuse me now. I have the doctor to see again and theres tha . coroner to be " f warned , . He bowed again- - and tramped toward the door with a tread that nude the chandelier, tinkle melodiously. The door closed behind him and his heavy footsteps died away along the corridor! Mary Trevert had risen to her feet calm and Impassive. But when he had gone her bosom began to heaveand a spasm of pain shot across her face. Again the tears welled up in her eyes, brimmed over and stole down her : cheeks, If I only knew!" she sobbed, " if I only knew!" To b continued. ft tCopyrlfht: 121: By The Cbtco s 1 serene and did gaze. The lnsfcecto. dropped his eyes end scribbled in his book. Was his health good?" , . " He smoked far too much," the girl aald, -- Mr. Humphries nade a note. He nodded to show he waa listening.' I crossed ths hall and, went down Jo the library Corridor. I knocked on the library door. There waa no reply. Then I heard a shot and a sort ot thud. Despite her effort to remain calm, the girls voice ahook a little. Then I got frightened. I ran back along the corridor to the lounge, where the others were, and told them." " When you knocked at the door, you say there was no reply. I suppose, now, you tried the handle first? "Oh. yes . . ." " Then Mr. Parrish would have heard tbs two sounds? The turning of the handle and then th knocking on the door? Thats so, ..." will? . . fc - , he said, gently, v 'l to all controls." Do you know if he was pleased with the way things were shaping? "Oh, yes. i He 'told me last night that everything would be finished this week. He seemed quite satisfied." Tha inspector paused to make a note. Then he thrust a hand into the side pocket of his tunic and produced Hartley Parrish's - letter. "This, ' oak-waa . a , the inspector?" Yes, sir," the butler answered in a hollow voice.- - His hands were trembling violently and he seemed to control himself with idr. Humphries, sir! difficulty. " Well, ring him up and tell him that Mr. . , Hullo, what do all these Parrish peoplo want?" There was a commotloq at the door. Frightened faces were framed in the doorway,- Outside there was the sound of awoman whimporing. A tall, dark young man In a tail coat came in quickly. He stopped short wfien he saw the solemn faces of the group at ths desk. It was Parrishe man, Jay. He stepped forward to the desk and in a frightened sort of way peered at the body as it lay on the floor. "O. sir! he said breathlessly, addressing Greve, whatever has happened to Mr. Parrish? It cant be true. Greve put his hand on the young mans shoulder. Im sorry to say it is true, Jay," he answered. lie was very good to ue all. the valet replied in a broken voice. He remained by the desk staring at the body In a dazed fash- -- . "Do you happen to know whether Mr. Parrish had any busineea worries?" He always had a great deal of business en hand and he has had a great deal to do lately over some big deal." "What was it, do yon know? "He was raising fresh capital for Horaa-way- s that is ths big engineering firm he " Suicide!" waa an affirmation rather than a question, snd the little doctor tnf k it up. He was not a young man and the shock snd excitement were beginning to tell on his nerves. - "I am not a police surgeon," he said with some asperity; " in fact, I may say I have not seen a dead body since my hospital days. I I know nothing about these things. This, is a matter for the police. They must be summoned at once. Wheres Bude?" Robin Greve turned quickly. " Got on to the police station at Stevenlsh at once, Bude. he ordered. "Do you know window sill. Bude," he said, there's no one there!" Best look and see, air," replied the butler, bis coat tails flapping in the wind. Trevert hoisted himself easily on to the window sill, knelt there for an instant, then thrust his legs over the sill and dropped into "the room. As he did so he stumbled, cried aloud. Then the heavy gray curtains were flung back and the butler saw the boys face, rather white, at the open window. -"My God. he said, slowly, "hes dead A moment later Dr. Romaln, waiting in the corridor, heard the key turn In the lock of the library door. The door was flung open. Horace Trevert stood there, silhouetted in a dull glow of light from the room. He was pointing to the open window beneath which Hartley Parrish lay on hia back motionless. yn " I came in by the front door," said Robin, other aide of the house . . ." Very carefully the In' .1 specter closed his note book, thrust the pencil back in its place along the back, fastened the elastic about the book, and turned to. Horace Trevert "And now, sir, if I might speak to Miss Trevert alone fqr a minute." wearily. "It is inconceivable to mo of ne," she answered. It ' f y. ' . rival. , . or cry? , "And you hiard The girl kbit her brows for a moment. " " I I was frightened by the shot I I dont seem able to remember what happened afterwards. Let me think , . - let me think. . . "There, there," said the Inspector pater-nall" Dont upeet yourself like this. Just try and think what happenedwfter you heard the shot fired. Mary Trevert shuddered, one slim white hand pressed against her cheek. " I do remember now," she said. " There icat a cry. It waa mors ilk a sharp exclamation. . . " And then you beard thia crash? " "Yes. The girl had somewhat regained her She dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief quickly, as though ashamed of her weakness.' said Humphries, clearing hia "Now. throat, as though to indicate that tho conversation had changed. "You and Lady Margaret Trevert knew Mr. Parrish pretty well, I believe. Miss Trevert Have you any Idea why he should have done this thing? " Mary Trevert shook her dark bead rather "on the In his hand! Robin Greeve took a step forward and stopped dead. He gazed for an instant without speaking on the dead face of his host anil Trevert smashed the rest of the glass away, then thrust an arm through the empty window frame, fumbling for the window catch. " The catch is not fastened," he whispered, and with a resolute thrust he pushed the window up. The curtains lCape up wildly, revealing a glimpse of the pleasant, book lined . room. Both men, from the darkness without saw Parrish's desk, littered with his papers, and his habitual chair, beyond it, pushed back, empty. Trevert turned an instant, a hand on the -- "A sort of thud hke something heavy falling down." . m A glow of light came from the library window, and in its radiance Bude saw silhouetted the tall, well knit figure of young Trevert. As the butler came up, the boy raised something In his hand and there was a crash of broken glass. The curtains , were drawn, but with the breaking of the window they began to flap about. With the iron grating ha had picked up from the drain below the window young . - e -- rosary. The glass door was banging to and fro In the night wind as Bude, his coat collar turned The up, hurried out into the darkness. library, which formed the corner of the new wing, had two windows, the one Immediately above the gravel path looking out over the rose garden, the other round the comer of the house giving on the same path, beyond which ran a high hedge of clipped box surPleasure Ground, a rounding the plot of smooth grass with a sun dial In the Not while you were knocking? No. I knocked and waited, expecting Mr. Parrish to answer. Instead of his answer, there came this shot . , I see. And after the abot was fired there waa a crash? after you had knocked? Humphries turned to Horace Trevert. " What time waa it when Mias Trevert heard the shot?" Horace puckered up bis brow. " Well," he said. I don't quitaJcnow. We were having tea It wasn't much after five I should say about a quarter past "Then ths shot that Miss Trevert heard would have been fired Just about the time that you, sir" he turned to Robin "were coming in from your stroll." Somewhere about ' that time, I should say, Robin answered rather thoughtfully. Did you hear It? queried the inspector. w "No," said Robin. " But surely you must have been at or near the side door at tha time, as you were coming - p. handle. The door was locked. " Hartley!" he cried, and rapped . again. Its me, Hakartley! Open the door! ' Horace. Again he knocked tnd rattled the handle. Not a sound came from the locked room. . ' N A Williams By Valentine , " Thank you, sir; much obliged, Im surs. Now " he thrust a hand into his tunic and produced a large leather bound note book "do you know anything at would throw a light on this business?" Greve shook his head.' He seemed perfectly, cheerful at lunch. He left the dining room directly after, be had taken bis coffee. Where did he go?" " He came here to work. He told us at ' ' From &e face his gaze traveled to the "body. And then Romaln could not repress an Involuntary start, albeit he aaw what he 'had' half expected to see. The fleshy right hand of Hartley Parrish gfasped convulsively an automatio pistol. His clutching index finger was crooked about the trigger and the barrel was pressed into the yielding pile of the carpet. His other hand with clawing fingers was .flung out away from the body on the other side. One leg was stretched out to its fullest extent and the foot Just touched be the bem of the gray window curtains, other leg was slightly drawn-uThe doctor raised the Ump from the desk and. dropping on one knee, placed it on the ground beeide the body. W(th gentle lingers be manipulated the eyes, opened the btTRw serge coat and waistcoat which Parrish was wearing. As he unbuttoned, the waistcoat he laldf bare a dark red stain on the breast ef the fine silk shirt. He opened shirt and undervest, bent an ear to the still form, and then, with a little helpless gesture, rose, to his feet. " Dead? queried Trevert. Romaln nodded shortly. " phot through the heart." he said. He looked so' , . . so limp." the boy said, shrinking back a little, ".I thought ha was dead. But I never thought old Hartley would have done a thing like that. . , ." The doctor pursed up his lips as if to speak. But he'remained silent for a moment. Then he sold: " Horace, the police must be Informed. ' We can do that on the telephone. This room must be left Just as it is until they come. I can do nothing more for poor Hartley. And we shall have to tell the others. Id better do that myself. I wonder where Greve is? I havent seen film all the afternoon. As a barrister he should be able to advise us about er, the technicalities: the police and all that. , , Rapid footsteps reverberated down the corridor. Robin Greve appeared at the door. The fat and frightened face of Bude appeared over hia shoulder. "Good God, doctor," he cried, "what's this Evvde tells me?-Thdoctor cleared his throat. " Our poor friend is dead, Greve. he said. . But how? How? Greve stood opposite the doctor in the center of the library. He had switched on the light at the door as he had' come Inland the room was flooded with soft light thrown by concealed lamps set round the cornice of the celling. " Look!" responded the doctor by way of answer, and stepped aside to. let the young man come up to the desk. "He has a pistol SYNOPSIS. Bartley Parrish, who has had a loddta riaa to several rurats ot war. has as the a result wealth at lus country house. Amonr them are Lady Tr' vert, her daughter Mary, and her son Bor ace. and Robin Grave, who Sa In love with Mary and aha with him. When ha proposes abe tells him aha has become enraged to Parrish. . Be accuses her ot mercenary motives which aha admits, and leaves her la sorer. - , REA The, .YELLOWj 23, 1921. s Tribune 1 n ' |