Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 23, Number 45, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 6 May 1893 — Page 6

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His opportunity luuL comc to him this evening. It was at a carpet dance at the house of Mrs. Venable, a friend of his uncle, Mr. John Orde, that Marcus Gray, a young American over on his travels, having screwed hia courage to the sticking place, proposed to Mary Lumsden, the eldest daughter of a well to do city merchant. They had met several times in the course of the preceding month, and it had not taken Gray long to discover that in Miss Lumsden he had lighted on the girl who, for him, was "the fairest flower the sun shone on."

His opportunity had come to him this evening, when he and Mary by some happy chance found themselves alone in the curtained embayment of a pro-, jecting window. At any moment they might bo disturbed by some other stray couple in search of a quiet nook, and what Gray had to say, if he did not wish tho occasion to slip through his fingers, must bo bi-ief and to tho point.

Presumably it was so, in view of the fact that not more than three minutes elapsed from tho time of our people finding themselves alone in tho alcove to that of their emergence. It may further bo assumed that their conversation, brief as it was, had not proved unsatisfactory to cither of them, seeing that, as Miss Lumsden's partner for the next dance came up to claim her, Gray contrived to whisper in her ear, "I will call upon your father in the course of tomorrow."

Mention has beon made of Marcus Gray's uncle, Mr. Orde. John Orde'a, dearest friend was Edward Lumsdon, Mary's father. Their friendship dated back to their school days. They took to each other, as the saying is, from tho first—so much so indeed that some portion of the holiday of each was generally spent at tho home of tho other. Whon the time came for them to push their fortunes in the world, the city of London actod as a loadstone to both Lumsden found a stool in tho oflico of a drysaltery firm in Upper Thames street, while Orde went under tho tutelage of his father, whose business was that of a shipbroker. Years passed, bringing with them their inevitable changes and vicissitudes, but in no wise interrupting the current of their friendship. In the course of time Orde succeeded to his father's position, whilo Lumsden started in business on his own account, and to neither cf them did fortune prove unkind.

Wo eomo now to a certain memorable ninth of June, tho day immediately following that of Mrs. Venable's carpet dance. Both Lumsden and Orde had deemed it advisable a little whilo before to put themselves* in telephonic connection with such of their customers and agents as preferred to specify their wants uiul wishes through that ready medium of communication, and accordingly a wire had been laid on tho premises of each. Although Lumsden and Ordo were in no way related in business affairs, they frequently used the telephone for message* about private matters, such as a little while before would have necessitated the writing of a note or thetif.nsmission of a telegram. For instance, Lumsden, having got himself "switched on" at the exehuugo, would telephone Orde an invitnliou to dinner or a request to join him at his club at a certain hour, while Orde, on his part, would inform Lumsden through the same medium that he had just had tickets pent him for a concert or tho theater, and would specify when aud where he would look to meet his friend and wife unless they happened to be otherwise engaged.

At twenty minutes to two o'clock on the afternoon of the aforesaid June ninth, the telephone bell in Mr. Orde'a private office signaled that some one was desirous of speaking with him, Mr. Max, one of the staff, whose duty it was to attend to the instrument during his employer's absence, at once responded to tho summons, which was followed up by the usual preliminary question, "Are you there?'

To this Max replied with the stereotyped, "Yes who axe you?" "Lumsden,M was the answer. Then, evidently recognising that the voice was not his friend's, "Is not Mr. Orde there?" he queried, "At present he is out, sir," replied Max "but I am expecting liim back every moment," "La that wise I will keep tho connection open for a few minuteo. Tell him to mo immediately ho returns," "All right, sir," responded Max, and with that the conversation came to an *»d for the time being, boJ&f as could be ascertained afterward it would seem to have been LnmsJen's intention to ask Orde to meet him at his club and dine with him, his wife and daughter being under an enpurvmeut to accompany some friend* that evening to a concert. fear minutes later Mr. Orde poshed open the swing doors of the outer office and was at once informed by Max of the conversation that had passed be­

tween himself a.ud Mr. Lumsden. Going forward into his room he took up the telephone tube with the intention of signaling to bis friend that he was there ancLat his service. The tube was in his hand, and he was on the point of putting it to his lips when a sound which reached him through it arrested his attention and caused him to clap it to his ear instead. What he heard sounded to him like an inarticulate cry, as it might be, of surprise or fear, followed, the moment the tube touched his ear, by the words, "Oh, Harry, Harry—this from you!" Close upon which came a groan, then a dull thud as of some heavy body falling, and last of all, after a brief silence, but very faintly, what seemed like the clashing of a door.

For a few moments longer Mr. Orde stood with the tube glued to his ear like a man stupefied, but no further sound of any kind reached him. Then his wits came back to him in some measure. He gave the signal he had been on the point of giving before and waited,with a sickening suspense impossible to describe, for a response. But none came. Again he signaled, and again he waited: but with a like result, or rather with no result at all. The tube dropped from his fingers and he sank into his chair utterly dazed and confounded.

What had happened to his friend? Had he been the unwitting auditor of a tragedy in which Lumsden had played the part of victim? If nothing had happened, why had the latter failed to respond to his summons? But the need for ascertaining, beyond the possibility of doubt, whether his fears had any foundation in fact was a spur to immediate action. He rang and ordered a hansom to be fetched with all speed. While waiting for it he signaled again through the instrument, hoping against hope to hear his friend's cheery "Halloo!" in return, but the silence that ensued was as the silence of the grave. It was with a heart replete with foreboding the most dire that, a few minutes later, he found himself on his way to Saint Augustine's alley, in which narrow but important thoroughfare Lumsden's offices were situated.

But quick as ho had been in reaching the scene, the tragedy which had

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enacted there—for nothing less did it prove to be—had already become public property. The premises were in charge of the police, while the alley itself was blocked by a surging crowd of men and youths, each and all anxious to glean the latest particulars of a crime so startling and mysterious, for it is not often that a merchant of the city of London is murdered in his own office in broad daylight.

On the oblong mahogany table, at which he h.id sat for so many hours every week day, lay the dead body of Edward Lur.tsden, a terrible wound on his left temple, as if caused by some blunt instrument, revealing to all present the nature of the foul play to which he had fallen a victim.

The particulars of tho affair, so far as they had yet been ascertained, were as follows:

It had been Mr. Lumsden's practice to charge himself with the care of the establishment during luncheon time, which was limited to half an hour, when, as a rule, he and an office boy were the sole occupants of the ground floor, which comprised a couple of rooms —Lumsden's own office and a much larger one for the use of the staff. On this ninth of June, about five minutes after the half dozen clerks had left in a body, the office boy, Houghton by name, was sent by his master with a note to tho Head of a firm some distance away, and, according to his own account, was gone just a quarter of an hour, during which time it must have been that Lumsden tried to open up a communication with hie friend by telephone. On the lad's return he was horrified at finding his master's body stretched lifeless on tho floor. It was evident that Lumsden had been struck down while seated closo to the telephone waiting for the signal that Orde had returned. Appearances led to the conclusion that the safe had been hurriedly rifled of whatever notes and gold it might have contained, the door being open and the floor littered with documents of various kinds. So far all inquiries had failed to elicit the slightest evidence of any one, either a stranger or otherwise, having been seen to enter or leave the premises between tho time of Houghton's quitting them and his return. And there, for the present, tho affair rested.

As the dead man's oldest friend it now became James Orde's unenviable duty to break the terrible tidings to his wife and family.

CHAPTER IL

Marcus Gray had taken his ticket at Victoria Station and two more minutes would have seen him in the train on his way to Streatham, where the Lumsdens lived, when his attention was attracted by the placard of an evening newspaper. "Mysterious Murder This Day of a City Merchant" was the startling announcement which stared him in the face. Now, his uncle was a city merchant, one of thousands of others, and that of itself was enough to cause him to invest a penny in tho purchase of a paper.

It is enough to say that Gray did not (to to Streatham that day. nor for many weeks afterward.

Some days passed without any evidence on which the police could act being forthcoming, other than that which their first crude investigation had brought to light. That the safe had been rifled there Was no louger any doubt, seeing that neither a note nor a coin of any kind was found in it but in ew of the fact that Mr. Lumsden had been in the habit of keeping all cash matters connected with the business in bis own hands, it was difficult to ascertain with any degree of exactitude until certain books should have been gone through what moneys he had in hand at the time he came try his death. The chances, however, were that the sum was not a large one, the dead man having been in the habit of banking day by day. Mr. May, the managing clerk, had no knowledge of any cash having been paid to his employer ,oa the mornin* of

the ninth but, on the other hand, Houghton averred that on taking some letters into his* master's room about eleven o'clock he found there a gentlemau dressed in deep mourning and an entire stranger to him, who, at the moment of his entering, was in the act of handing a number of- bank notes across the le to Mr. Lumsden. The-notes in qu...don were not now to be found no entry of them had been made in the cash book neither could Mr. May throw any light on the personality of the man who had paid them over.

At the inquest, which was more than once adjourned in the hope that further evidence would presently be forthcoming, a verdict of "willful murder against some person or persons unknown" was eventually returned. The funeral had taken place some days before.

Mr/Orde did not fail to impart to Inspector Fountain, who had charge of the affair on the part of the police, the pj ticulars of what he had so Strang* heard through the medium of the tej phone. The inspector appeared to much struck thereby and made am entries in his notebook. There was son for believing that during the ne| few days he devoted a considerable pi tion of his time to endeavoring to ascertain whether the murdered man had been on intimate terms with any one, either a friend or a relative, whose baptismal name was Harry or Henry, but all such inquiries proved of no avail. To his initiative it was due that an advertisement was inserted in The Times and other newspapers requesting that should tne same meet the eye of the person who on the morning of the ninth of June paid the late Mr. Edward Lumsden, of Saint Augustine's alley, a sum of money in bank notes he would at once communicate with the police but time went on and the advertisement seemed likely to remain a dead letter. That the merchant had come by his death at the hands of sdme one who was aware that at that hour of the day he and the office boy had, as a rule, the premises to themselves, could scarcely be doubted. In all probability Houghton had been seen to leave the office, and advantage had been taken of his absence. But all such suppositions merely served to deepen the mystery which clung around the affair.

Mr. Charles Lumsden, Edward's younger brother,: came up from the country to attend the funeral. He, the widow, Mr. Rice, the lawyer, and Mr Orde met in the drawing room after all was over for the reading of the will. James Orde was already aware that he was appointed sole executor.

As a matter of cours^the bulk of My. Lumsden's property devolved upon his wife and children. To his brothers was bequeathed a legacy of one thousand guineas, and to his cousin, Eustace Crake, one of five hundred guineas. There were minor legacies to Mr. M^jr and others, while to Mr. Orde was devised a diamond breastpin and one dr two other mementos. "And, pray, where is Mr. Eustace Crake to be found?" asked Mr. Orde of Mr. Charles Lumsden, when the lawyer had brought his reading to an end. It was the first time he had heard of the existence of such a person, or if he had heard of it in years gone by he had forgotten. "That is more than I can tell you," was the reply. "All his life Eustace Crake has been one of those rolling stones which are proverbially said to gather no moss. Indeed, if 1 were to term him the scapegrace of the family, I could hardly be indicted for libel. 1 am quite aware that my poor brother had always a sort of sneaking regard for him, but for my part any cousinly feeling 1 may once have had for him died out long ago." "Then 1 suppose our only chance of finding him is to advertise for him?" "That is what I should recommend. At the present moment he may be in Timbuctoo or Peking."

As it turned out, however, no advertisement was needed. On going through his friend's private papers a few days later Mr. Orde found among them a letter of recent date from Crake—an application, in point of fact, for what he termed "a further loan" of twenty pounds, attached to which was the tissue paper press copy of Mr. Lumsden's reply, in which occurred these words: "I wholly decline to lend you any more money why not say give, for that is what it really comes to? because 1 am convinced that the various sums you have already had from me have done you more harm than good. Should I. however, happen to predecease vou, you will find that I have not forgotten you in my will."

Crake's latter was dated from some obscure street in Pentonville to which address Mr. Orde at once wrote, asking the legatee to call upon him with as little delay as possible.

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Crake was

shown into Mr. Orde's office next morning as the clock was striking eleven. He was a handsome but dissipated looking man, with sunken cheeks, a heavy mustache and red rimmed eyes in age somewhere between thirty and forty. His clothes were of a fashionable if somewhat horsy cut, but worn to the verge of saabbiness. His demeanor was a curious compound of jauntincss andserv ity, but there was a veiled insolence his eyes which proclaimed him for bully he doubtless was at heart, swarthy flush flowed through his sallo cheeks when told for what sum his name was 3own in his cousin's will. "Poor Ted!" he murmured, half under his breath, "Who could have dreamed that he would come to so terrible an

endr "It seems somewhat singular, Mr. Crake," said the merchant, "that you did not think fit, more especially in view of all he had done for you from time to timfe, to attend your cousin's funeral You can scarcely plead ignorance of the fact of his death, or the mode of it, seeing that there was not a newspaper in the kingdom which did not publish ample details of the affair." "1 was in Paris at the time, and while there I never saw an English paper. It has been a source of regret to me ever since that I was nr.#*e to pay a last tribute of affection anu regard .to one to whom I owe so much."

The words themselves showed no lack of good feeling, yet there was something in the way they were spoken that grated on Mr. Orde's ears. Before more could be said the door opeued and in came Charles Lumsden. It was his last day in London, and he had come to bid Mr. Orde goodby. He started as his eyes fell on Crake. •Hello, Garry! you here? Where on eairth have you sprung from?" he exclaimed.

It was Orde's turn to start when the word "Garry" fell from Charles Lumsden's lips. For the next minute or more he was as one in a dream, heeding nothing of what the two were saying to each other.

Again he seemed to hear the last words of his poor murdered friend, "Oh, Harry, Harry, this from you!" Next moment, however, he asked himself whether the name which had thus reached his ears might not have been Garry and not Harry, as he had not unnaturally assumed it to be, in which case there could be but little doubt that the assassin of Edward Lumsden was at that moment sitting within half a dozen yards of him. It was a possibility which sent a chill shudder through him from crown to toe. He sat for several seconds, staring dumbly at Crake, and it was as well perhaps that just then all the latter's attention was given to Charles Lumsden. Presently he rose to take his leave. "Then I may look to hear from you, Mr. Orde, at the earliest possible moment," he said as he turned to the merchant. "As soon as ever the estate has been wound up, Mr. Crake, and probate granted, you may rely on my communicating with you."

Hardly was the door shut behind him before Orde said to Mr. Lumsden: "Why did you just now address that man by the name of Garry?" "The explanation is very simple. When he and I and my brother were lads together, each of us was known to the others by a nickname. Mine was Dixie, Crake's was Garry what poor Ted's was I have now forgotten."

Thereupon the subject dropped, and presently Mr. Charles, bade tho other goodby and went his way. The following day Orde made it Lis business to call on Inspector Fountair.

Despite his professional phlegm it was evident that that official was considerably impressed by the further information now brought him. and as a matter of course the inevitable notebook was again brought into requisition. "1 will at once cause certain inquiries to be made respecting Mr. Eustace Crake," he said, "and will let you know the result with as little delay as may be."

Five days later it was Fountain's turn to seek Mr. Orde. Crake, it appeared, was a member of a low gang of betting men who made a point of attending every race meeting within a radius of fifty miles around London. As a rule his evenings were devoted to billiards. Further, Fountain had satisfied himself that during the five days which elapsed between the murder of Mr. Lumsden and his funeral Crake was not in Paris, as he had averred, but on each of tho days in question had been seen at one or another of his usual haunts. So far, however, no information had been obtainable as to where he was or "how he spent his time between the hours of twelve and three on the ninth of Juue, and in the inspector's opinion it seemed doubtful whether thero ever would be.

A week later he called on Mr. Orde again, but without having anything fresh to communicate. He went, so far, however, as to hint in pretty plain terms that there was little doubt in his mind as to the identity of the murderer. "You may rely on it, sir," he said significantly, "that 'Garry,' and not 'Harry,' was the name you heard through the telephone only 1 am quite sure that on such a piece of evidence, unless it was backed up by something much more positive, no magistrate would take upon himself fo issue a warrant."

A despondent man was inspector Fountain when he went his way that afternoon.

Some time before this a reward of live hundred pounds had been offered by the widow for the detection of her husband's murderer but days merged into weeks and no one came forward to claim it.

A month passed without bringing the least change in the situation, Lumsden's business affairs had taken a longer time to wind up than his executor had anticipated, and although Crake had written to him, pressing for an early payment of his legacy, Mr. Orde was not yet in a position to write him a check for the amount. It was while allairs were in this position that one forenoon the merchant was waited upon by iH-rson who sent in his name as "Mr. William Parkinson." It was a name he had no knowledge of, and when tho bearer of it wa* sl^wn into the office he proved to be an utter stranger. "1 have but just landed from New York," he began, "or I should have called on you before. I am here in response to an advertisement requesting

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I knew nothing whatever of the sad fate which overtook Mr. Lumsden so soon after my interview with him till some days subsequent to my arrival in New York." "May 1 ask, Mr. Parkinson, whether you have any record of the numbers of the notes paid by you to Mr. Lumsden?" "No record whatever, I am sorry to say." "Is it not possible," suggested Mr. Orde, "that the person out of whose hands they passed into yours may have kept a list of their numbers?"

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The information' imparted by Mr. Parkinson, while elucidatory of one hitherto obscure feature, failed to advance the case a single step beyond the point at which it stood already. In all probability the stolen notes had been put into circulation weeks ago. But whether they had or not, there seemed no likelihood of any link being forthcoming by the aid of which it would be possible to trace them. Such was tho opinion of Inspector Fountain, and such was Mr. Orde's opinion, but fate willed otherwise.

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