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olnce, commenting on the condition of
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his interest in his possessions.
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was strolling over the farm. The hired
man hud cut the grass during the day
—a very thin crop—and left it on the
ground to dry. The official saw it and,
calling his man. said:
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particular In raking up this hay?
Don't you see Hint you have left drib
Itlings all around?”
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“Splffkins, the boss says you can'
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( THE MARK OF CAIN )
:
“Perhaps nothing to prevent
#r help, but I would have been
at *our uncle’s office during the
day, and I would have known of
his plans. Who is this Pinckney
you mentioned?”
“A reporter for The Daily
Gazette? I didn’t want to see
him at first, but I’m glad I did.
He’s going to help me detect.”
“Avice, dear, ‘detecting’ as
you call it, isn’t a casual thing,
io be done by anybody. It’s a
trade, a profession-”
“Yes, I know. But Mr. Pinck
ney knows something of it, and
I he is very kind.”
“When a reporter is kind, it’s
only for his personal benefit.
The moment crime is committed,
f Avice, the reporters are on the
job, and they never let go of it,
until all suspects are freed or
' sentenced. But what they learn
' by their ‘detection’ is only for
! their paper; it is rarely given in
' testimony, or turned to real ae
' count.”
| “Mr. Pinckney will hep me,
! I’m surq,” Avice persisted.
“And besides, he was in college
with Mr. Landon, uncle’s nephew
out West.”
“Landon? The chap you used
to be in love with?” and Judge
Hoyt made a wry face.
“I nlove! Nonescnse! I’m
as much in love with him now
as I ever was.”
And how much is that?
“It’s so long since I’ve seen
him, I’ve forgotten,” and Avice,
who couldn’t help an occasional
flash of her innate coquetry,
smiled up into the stern face re
garding her.
“Beg pardon, Miss Avice,”
said Stryker, the butler, coming
toward them; “but do you want
to be in the drawing-room for
the—the inquest, or upstairs?”
“I want to be right near the
coroner and the jury. I want to
know everything that goes on.
Shall we go in there now, Les
lie?”
| “Yes, in a moment. What do
you known of Mr. Trowbridge’s
death, Stryker?”
“Me, Judge Hoyt? Nothing,
—nothing at all, sir. How
should I?”
“I don’t know, I’m sure. I
merely asked. Where were you
yesterday afternoon, Stryker?”
“It was my day off, sir. I
was out all afternoon.”
“Oh, all right. Don’t take
my question too seriously.”
Hoyt spoke kindly, for the but
ler showed considerable agita
tion. He started to say some
thing, paused, stammered, and
finally burst out with, “I didn’t
kill him, Sir!”
“Good Lord, Stryker, nobody
thought you did! But don’t
show such a seared face to the
coroner when he questions you,
or he may think all sorts of
things.”
“What c—could he think?”
“Nothing that I know of. By
the way, Stryker, now that Mr.
Trowbridge is gone, you can take
out that insurance policy, can’t
you?”
“Oh, Mr. Hoyt, don’t speak of
such things nowl” and the old
butler fairly wrung his hands.
“All right, I won’t. But when
you want to talk it over, come
to me. Is that your Pinckney.
Avice, talking to Mrs. Black?”
“Yes; why, he’s interviewing
her! See his notebook. She is
telling him lots!”
“He’s getting what they call
a ‘sob story.’ She’s working on
his sympathies by pathetic tales
of her loss. How does she treat
you? All right?”
¥ < .1 • 1 i
“Yes, except that sue wants
ta be head of the house, and—”
“That will settle itself. You
won’t stay here, dear, you will
come to me. We will-•”
“Please don’t talk like that
now. I aan’t hear it.” Aviee’s
brav^, determined air forsook
her, and with quivering lip, she
looked implorkigly at the man
who gazed passionately into her
troubled eyes.
“Forgive me, dear, I should
have known better. But when I
think of you, here, alone, save for
a woman who is nothing to you,
I want to carry you off where
I can protect you from all an
noyance or trouble.”
“I know you do, and I ought
to feel more grateful, but I can’t
seem to think of anything just
now but-”
“Of course, my darling, 1 un
derstand, and it is all right. Only
tell me what you want and l am
at your orders, always and for
ever.”
“Then come with me to the
4
other room, stay by me, and tell
me what things mean, when I
don’t understand. Listen, too,
yourself, to everything, so you’ll
know just ,what to do when the
police fail.”
“Why are you so sure they .
will fail?”
“Because the case is all so
mysterious. Because it will take
a clever and skilled brain to find
my uncle’s murderer.”
Avice spoke in low, intense
tones, as if she were stirred to
the very soul by her harrowing
anxiety.
“Avice,” said Hoyt, suddenly,
“have you any suspicion of any
body-anybody at all?”
“No! oh, no! How could I
have?”
“But have you?” Hoyt
scanned her face closely, noth
ing the quickly dropped eyelids
and firm, set mouth.
“Not a suspicion—oh, no!”
“A premonition, then? A
vague idea of any way to look ? ’ ’
“No—no. No, I haven’t.”
Jhe first negative w§s hesL
tating, the second, positive and
decided. It was ag. if she had
instantly made up her mind to
say nothing more.
Leslie Hoyt looked at her, and
then with a gentle smile, as- of
one humoring a child, he said:
“All right, dear. Come now with
me.”
And together, they went to
listen to the inquest held to de
termine the circumstances of the
death of Rowland Trowbridge.
CHAPTER IV.
The Inquest Begins.
As Avice entered the drawing
room, she seemed to sense only a
blur of faces. It was incredible
that this should be the r<Tom
where she had so often laughed
and danced and sung in thought
less joyousness of spirit. She
blindly followed Judge Hoyt,
and sat where he bade her, quite
near the coroner and his jury.
The jurymen, though solemn
ly attentive to their duty, could
not help their roving gaze being
attracted to the splendor of
their surroundings. The Trow
bridge home was the perfection
of quiet, old-fashioned elegance.
Often Avice had wanted to in
troduce more modern furniture
and decorations, but Mr. Trow
bridge had firmly denied her re
quests. And so the old crystal
chandeliers still drooped their
festooned prisms and the mas
sive doors were still of a soft,
lusterless black, with fine gilt
outlines of panelling.
Mrs. Black, too, often sighed
for modern bric-a-brac and fash
ionable window draperies, but
the will of the master was law,
and the quaint Sevres vases and
heavy hangings remained un- t
touched.
Coroner Berg fairly fluttered
with importance. Only lately
had he been appointed to his of
fice, and he assumed a knowing >
air to hide his lack of experi
ence. He was naturally acute
and shrewd, but his mind just
now was occupied more with the
manner than the matter of his
procedure. He had studied well j
his book of rules, and it was with
great dignity that he called for |
the police report on the case.
The testimony of the chief of
police and the police surgeon set'
forth the principal known facts,j
which were, however, lamentably1
few. Even the coroner’s intelli-j
gent questions failed to bring out!
more than the story of the tele- j
phone message, the account of
the finding of the body and the 5
nature of the mime.
“Do you assume the assa..ant
to have been righthanded?”
Berg asked the surgeon.
“Apparently, yes. But not
necessarily so. The blade pene-j
trated the victim’s left breast,
amd was-most Rkely dealt by a(
peneon standing directly facing;
him.” j
“Was the thrust directed with
an upward slant or down- ■
ward ?’ ’
“Neither. It was just about
level. It slanted; however, to
ward the middle of the body,
from the left side, thus practi
cally proving a right-handed use!
of the weapon.”
“Was death instantaneous?” j
“Probably not: But it must
have occurred very shortly after
the blow.”
Doctor Pulton, the family
physician, corroborated the re
port of the police surgeon in all
its essentials. u
“Was Mr. Trowbridge in gen
eral good health, so far as you
know?” asked the coroner.
“Absolutely. He was strong,
hale and hearty, always. I have
k'.own him for yeais, and he was
iw\ver seriously ill.”
“And strong?”
“Of average strength;”
“Would you not judge then,
he could have resisted this at
tack?”
“Undoubtedly he tried to do
so. There is some indication of
a muscular struggle. But the
assumption must be that the as
sailant was a stronger man than
the victim.
“How do you explain his con
torted features, even in death?”
“By the fact that he was sur
prised and overpowered, and his
dying struggles were so desper
ate as to leave their mark.”
“You do not attribute the ex
pression on the dead face to any
terrific mental emotion at the
moment of death?”
“It may be so. Indeed, it may
be the result of both mental and
physical agony.”
“The point is important,”
said the coroner, with an im
pressive wave of his hand. “For
if mental, it might mean that the
man who attacked him was
known to him; while merely
would imply a
The jurymen wagged their
Jihads wisely at this sapient re
mark, as if it opened up a new
field of conjecture.
Avice was questioned next.
She was a little startled at the
suddenness of the call, but re
sponded clearly and with an en
tirely collected manner to all
queries.
“You are Mr. Trowbridge’s
niece?”
“Yes, the daughter of his
younger brother.”
“You make your home here?”
“Yes.”
“How long have you done
so?”
“Since childhood. My par
ents died before I was 10 years
old.”
“And you are your uncle’s
heiress?”
Judge Hoyt looked a little an
noyed at the baldness of this
question, but Avice replied, se
renely, “To the extent of part of
his fortune.”
“Can you tell me any details
of the last day of your uncle’s
life?”
“Very few. He left home in
the morning to go to his business
office quite as usual. He gen
erally returns about 5 o’clock.
When he did not arrive at that
time, I felt anxious, and later,
called Judge Hoyt on the tele
phone to ask if he had seen or
heard of my uncle.”
“Why did you call Judge
Hoyt ? ’ ’
“He was not only my uncle’s
lawyer, but his personal friend.
They had business to transact
at times, and I thought my uncle
might possibly have gone to see
him. Wf ien I learned that Judge
Hoyt knew nothing of my uncle’s
whereabouts, I asked him to come
here, as I felt decidedly uneasy
and wanted some one to confer
with in whom I felt confidence.”
“Had Mr. Trowbridge mani
fested any unusual tendencies or
habits of late?”
“None whatever. He has been
well, happy and quite as usual
in every way.”
“Can you form any opinion
or have you any suspicion as to
who might have committed this*
crime ? ’ ’
“Absolutely none. But I have
an unflinching dstermination to
iind out, at any expense of time,
labor or money!”
The girl’s voice rang out in a
high, sharp tone, and she
clenched her slender hands until
the knuckles showed through
the white skin.
We all have that determina
tion, Miss Trowbridge,” said the
coroner, a little stiffly, and after
a few unimportant questions,
Avice was dismissed.
Mrs. Black was called next.
This time it was a ease of dia
mond cut diamond. If the coro
ner was self-important, he was
no more so than his witness. If
he spoke with pomposity she an
swered with disdain, and if he
was dictatorial she was arro
gant.
‘‘You are housekeeper here?”
Berg began.
‘‘That is my position, but I
was also the fiancee of the late
Mr. Trowbridge and should have
been his wife next month, had
he lived so longC’
‘ ‘ Confine your answers,
please, to the questions asked.”
‘‘Your question required two
I statements in reply.”
i ‘‘You are a beneficiary under
the will of Mr. Trowbridge?”
[ ‘‘I hav% not yet heatd the will
I read.'^^ -----
“Do you not knowf”
“I know only what Mr. Trow
bridge himself told me." Y
“And that was?”
“That I should inherit a
handsome sum, in addition to
this house and its contents.”
“In the event of your being
his wife?”
“In the event of his death.” } A
“Do you know anything fur-J
ther than we have heard of Mr.
Trowbridge's movements on th#
day that he met his death?”
“I do,—a little.” Eleanor
Black bfrdled and smiled sadly.
The jurymen gazed in involun
tary admiration, for the feat
ures of the beautiful brunet took
on an added charm from that
slight smile.
“What is it?”
“He telephoned to me about
2 o’clock, saying he would be
home early and we would go out
for a little motor ride. He was
very found of motoring,—with
me.”
The last two words were added
in a lower tone that implied a
most romantic attachment be
tween these two.
“He intended to leave his of
fice shortly after noon, then?”
“Possibly it was a little later
than 2 that he called me up. [
don’t remember exactly. But he
said he would be home by 3
or 4.” '• j
“And when he did not appear
were you not alarmed?”
“No, Mr. Trowbridge was so
apt to have unexpected business
matters turn up, that I merely
supposed that was the ease, and
thought nothing strange of it.
Nor was I surprised when he did
not appear at 6. I felt sure, then
that some important develop
ment in his affairs had kept him
down town so late.”
“Miss Trowbridge was greatly
alarmed ?”
“Yes.”
The superb indifference ot
Eleanor Black’s manner showed
clearly that it was a matter of no
moment to her if another had
been anxious.
“Have you any suspicion as
to who could have done this
thing?”
The great black eyes of the
witness turned slowly toward _
the coroner. At the remark
about Avice she had looked care
lessly in another direct io>
“I think not,” she said.
“Are you not sure?”
“What do you mean by sr»
picion??”
“Do you know of anybody who
might have killed Mr. Trow
bridge?”
“That’s no question!” Her
scorn was marked. “Hundreds
of people might have killed
him. ”
“Do you know of any one,
then, who you think would be
likely to have done so?”
‘ ‘ Likely to ? Goodness, no. ’ ’
“Who possiblv did do so*
then?”
“Possibly?”
“Yes, possibly, fs there any
one whom you can definitely!
consider a possible suspect?”
“No; I don’t know of any
one.”
The widow was a most pro
voking witness. She gave au
impression of holding something
back, yet her face wore an in
genuous expression and she
pouted a little, as if unfairly ad
dressed.
“You were at home all day
yesterday?” the eoronor went
on.
“Yes, I expected Mr. Trow
bridge, so of eourse I did not go
out.”
“Why, Eleanor,” exclaimed
Avice, impulsively, “you went
out for an hour soon after lun
cheon. Don’t you know, I gave
you a letter to post?”
“Oh, yes, I forgot that,” and
Mrs. Black looked a trifle con
fused. “I was sure Mr. Trow
bridge wouldn’t get here before
3, so I ran out for a few mo
ments.”
‘Where did you go?”
“Oh, nowhere in particular. I
only went to get a little air. .lust
walking around the adjacent
blocks.’’ She spoke lightly, but
her heightened color and quick
[ ened breathing betokened an em
barrassment which she strove
not to show, and, too, she east a
glance at Avice that was any
thing but friendly.
The coroner seemed unable to
think of anything else to ask the
witness. He looked at her
thoughtfully, and she returned
his glance coolly, but he ques
tioned her no further just then.
The butler came next, and hia
testimony was garbled and in
coherent. His emotion frequent
ly overcame him, and he was un- -r
able to speak.
(To be continued next week.)
Official returns show the election of
a fourth woman to the, Kansas huuse
w of representative*.
