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MgBBSBBBWM Bl Be teE OF j □ 3 I KBE By MARY ROBERTS RINEHART Copyright. 1913, by the Bobbs-Merrill Company “Ahem! Now. Mrs. Pitman, after the , Ladleys had been moved to the upper ! bb z M Are you sure this slipper belonged te Jennie Brice?" floor, did you search their bedroom and the connecting room downstairs?” “No. sir.” “Ah! Then how do you know that this slipper was not left on the floor or In a closet?” “It is possible, but not likely. Anyhow, it was not the slipper alone, it was the other things and the slipper It was”— “Exactly. Now. Mrs. Pitman, this knife. Can you identify it positively?” “I can.” “But isn’t it true that this is a very common sort of knife? One that near ly every housewife has in her posses •ion?” “Yes. sir. But that knife handle has three notches in It. I put the notches there myself.” “Before this presumed crime?*’ “Yes. sir.” “For what purpose?” “My neighbors were constantly bor rowing things. It was a means of iden tiflcation.” “Then this knife is yours?” “Yes.” "Tell again where you left It tin night before it was found floating downstairs.” “On a shelf over the stove.” “Could the dog have reached it there?” “Not without standing on a hot stove.” “Is it not possible that Mr. Ladley, unable to untie the boat, borrowed your knife to cut the boat’s painter t “No painter was cut that 1 heard about The paper hanger”— “No. no. The boat’s painter—the rope.” “Oh! Well, he might have. He never said.” “Now, then, this towel. Mrs. Pitman Did not the prisoner on the following day tell you that he had cut his wrist in freeing the boat and ask you foi some court plaster?” “He did not.” 1 said firmly. “Yon have not seen a scar on his wrist?’ “No.” I glanced at Mr. Ladley. He was smiling as if amused. It made me angry. “And what’s more,” I flashed, “if he has a cut on his wrist he put it there himself to account for the towel.” 1 was sorry the next moment that 1 had said it. but it was too late. The counsel for the defense moved to exclude the answer, and 1 received a caution that 1 deserved. Then: “You saw Mr. Ladley when he brought your boat back?” “Yes.” i “What time was that?” “A quarter after 4 Monday morning.” ( “Did he come in quietly, like a man i trying to avoid attention?” “Not particularly. It would have L been of no use. The dog was bark [ ing.” [ “What did he say?” t “That he had been out for medicine ► That his wife was sick.” r “Do you know a pharmacist named Alexander—Jonathan Alexander?’ “There is such a one, but I don’t “ know him.” I was excused, and Mr. Reynolds was called. He had heard no quarreling that Sunday night, had even heard 11 Mrs. Ladley laughing. This was about u 9 o’clock. Yes. they had fought in the n afternoon. He had not overheard any 0 words, but their voices were quarrelsome, and once he heard a chair or _ some article of furniture overthrown. Was awakened about 2 by footsteps on * the stairs, followed by the sound of > oars in the lower hall. He told his 6 story plainly and simply./Under cross • examination admitted that he was fond of detective stories (and had tried to write one himself; that he had said at the store that he wciild like to see j that “conceited ass” string, referring' 6 to the prisoner; that he had sent flow--5* era.to Jwonto Brioa at the I

had made a few advances to her, without success. My head was going round. I don’t know yet how the police learned it all. but by the time poor Mr. Reynolds left the stand half the people there believed that he bad been in love with Jennie Brice, that she had spurned his advances, and that there was more to the story than any of them had sus-; pected. Miss Hope’s story held without any ■ alteration under the cross examination.' She was perfectly at ease, looked handsome and well dressed, and could not be shaken. She told how Jennie Brice had been in fear of her life and had asked hep, only the week before she i disappeared, to allow her to go home with her—Miss Hope. She told of the attack of hysteria in her dressing room, and that the missing woman had said that her husband would kill her ■ some day. There was much wrangling over her testimony, and 1 believe at least a part of it was not allowed to go to the jury. But lam not a lawyer, and I repeat what I recall. “Did she say that he had attacked her?” “Yes. more than once. She was a large woman, fairly muscular, and bad always held her own.” “Did she say that these attacks came when he had been drinking?’ “1 believe he was worse then.” “Did she give any reason for her husband’s attitude to her?*! 4 “She said he wanted to marry an other woman.” There was a small sensation at this. If proved it established a motive. “Did she know who the other woman was?’ “I believe not She was away most of the day, and he put in his time as he liked.” “Did Miss Brice ever mention the nature of the threats he made against her?” “No, I think not” “Have you examined the body washed ashore at Sewickley?’ “Yes”—in a low voice. “is it the body of Jennie Brice?’ “I cannot say.’L “Does the remaining hand look Ilka the hand of Jennie Brice?’ “Very much. The nails are filed to points, as she wore hers.” “Did you ever know of Jennie Brice having a sear on her breast?” “No, but that would be easily concealed.” “Just what do you mean?’ “Many actresses conceal defects. She could have worn flesh colored plaster and covered it with powder. Also, such a scar would not necessarily be seen.” “Explain that.” “Most of Jennie Brice’s decollete gowns were cut to a point This would conceal such a scar.” Miss Hope was excused, and Jennie Brice’s sister from Olean was called. She was a smaller woman than Jennie Brice had been, very ladylike in het manner. She said she was married and living in Olean; she had not seen her sister for several years, but had heard from her often. The witness had discouraged the marriage to the prisoner. “Why?” "She bad bad bad luck before." ”tf‘She had been married before?’ “Yes, to a man named John Bellows. They were in vaudeville together on the Keith circuit. They were known as The Pair of Pillows.” I sat up at this, for John Bellows had boarded at my house. “Mr. Bellows is dead?” “I think not. She divorced him.” “D<d you know of any scar on your sister’s body?” “I never heard of one.” “Have you seen the body found at Sewickley?’ “Yes,” faintly. “Can you identify it?’ “No, sir.” A flurry was caused during the afternoon by Timothy Senft. He testified to what I already knew—that between 3 and 4 on Monday morning, during the height of the flood, he had seen from his shanty boat a small skiff caught in the current near the Ninth street bridge. He had shouted encouragingly to the man in the boat, running out away on the ice to make him hear. He had told him to row with the current and to try to steer in toward shore. He had followed close to the river bank in his own boat. Below Sixth street the other boat was within rope throwing distance. He had pulled .it in and had towed it well back out of the current. The man in the boat was the prisoner. Asked if the prisoner gave any explanation—yes. he said he couldn’t sleep and had thought to tire himself rowing. Had been caught in the current before he knew it. Saw nothing suspicious in or about the boat. As they passed the police patrol boat prisoner had called to ask if there was much distress and expressed regret when told there was. Tim was excused. He had made a profound impression. I would not have given a dollar for Mr. Ladley’s chance with the jury at that time. CHAPTER XI. T* - ™" HE prosecution produced many witnesses during the next two IgSrßgsS days; Shanty Boat Tim’s IseaEiM story withstood the most vigorous cross examination. After him. Mr. Bronson from the theater corroborated Miss Hope’s story of Jennie Brice’s attack of hysteria in the dressing room and told of taking her home that night. He was a poor witness, nervous and halting. He weighed each word before he said it, and he made a general unfavorable impression. I thought he was holding something back. In view of what Mr. Pitman would have called the denouement, his attitude is easily explained. But I was puzzled then. So far, the prosecution had touched but lightly on the possible motive for a crime-the woman. But on the third day, to my surprise, a Mrs. Agnes Murray was called. It was the Mrs. Murray I had seen at the morgue. I have lost the clipping of that day’s trial, but I remember her testimony perfectly. She was a widow, living above a •mall millinery shop on Federal street, Allegheny. She bad one daughter, Alice, who did stenograpy and typing as a means of livelihood. She had no office and worked at home. Many of the small stores in the neighborhood employed her to send QUt_their bills. a;.. s. iVv

There was a card at the street entrance ! beside the shop, and now and then ; strangers brought her work. Early in December the prisoner had brought her the manuscript of a play to type, and from that time on he came frequently, sometimes every day. bringing a few sheets of manuscript at ; a time. Sometimes he came without | any manuscript and would sit and talk i while he smoked a cigarette. They had , thought him unmarried. On Wednesday, Feb. 28. Alice -Mur-| ray had disappeared. She had taken some of her clothing—not all—and had left a note. The witness read the note aloud in a trembling voice: Dear Mother—When you get this 1 shall be married to Mr. Ladley. Don't worry Will write again from N. Y. Lovingly, ALICE. From that time until a week before she bad not heard from her daughter. Then she had a card, mailed from Madison Square station. New York city. The card merely said: Am well and working. ALICE. The defense was visibly shaken. They had not expected this, and 1 thought even Mr. Ladley, whose calm hr.d continued unbroken, paled. So far all had gone well for the prosecution. They had proved a crime, as nearly as circumstantial evidence could, prove a crime, and they had established a motive. But in the identification of the body so far they had failed. The prosecution “rested.” as they say, although they didn’t rest much on the afternoon of the third day. The defense called, first of all, Eliza Shaeffer. She told of a woman an sweriug the general description of Jen nie Brice having spent two days at the Shaeffer farm at Horner. Being shown photograph* of Jennie Brice, she said she thought it was the same woman, but was not certain. She told further of the woman leaving unex j>ectedly on Wednesday of that week from Thornville. On cross exkffiina tlon being shown the small photograph which Mr. Graves had shown me, she identified the woman in the group as being the Woman in question. As the face was In shadow, knew it more by the dress and hat. She described the black and white dress and the hat with red trimming. The defense then called me. I had to admit that the dress and hat as described were almost certainly the ones I had seen on the bed in Jennie Brice’s room the day before she disappeared. 1 could not say definitely whether the woman in the photograph was Jennie Brice or not; under a magnifying glass thought it might be. Defense called Jonathan Alexander, s druggist who testified that on the night in question he had been roused at half past 3 by the prisoner, who had said his wife was ill, and had purchased a bottle of proprietary remedy from him. His identification was absolute. -The defense called Jennie Brice’s sister, and endeavored to prove that Jennie Brice had had no such scar. It was shown that she was on intimate terms with her family and would hardly have concealed an operation of any gravity from them. The defense scored that day. They had shown that the prisoner had told the truth when he said he had gone to a pharmacy for medicine that night for his wife, and they had shown that a woman, answering the description of Jennie Brice, spent two days in a town called Horner, and had gone from there on Wednesday after the crime. And they had shown that this woman was attired as Jennie Brice had been. That was the way things stood on the afternoon of the fourth day when court adjourned. Mr. Reynolds was at home when 1 got there. He had been very much /1? 1 w IL w v R Wl IL “That’a curious!" he said. subdued since the developments of that first day of the trial, sat mostly in his own room and had twice brought me a bunch of jonquils as a peace offering. He had the kettle boiling when I got home. “You have had a number of visitors,” he said. “Our young friend Howell has been here, and Mr. Holcombe has arrived and has a man in his room.” Mr. Holcombe came down a moment after, with his face beaming. * “I think we’ve got him, Mrs. Pitman,” he said. “The jury won’t even go out of the box.” But further than that he would not explain. He said he had a witness locked in his room, and he’d be glad of supper for him, as they’d both come a long way. And he went out and bought some oysters and a bottle or two of beer. But as far as I know he kept him locked up all that night in the second story front room. 1 don’t think the man knew he was a prisoner. I went in to turn down the bed, and he was sitting by the window, reading the evening paper’s account of the trial—an elderly gentleman, rather, professional looking. Mr. Holcombe slept on_the ujtfier

[ landing of the hall that night, rolled 'in a blanket—not that I think his witness even thought of escaping, but the little man was taking no chances. At 8 o’clock that night the bell rang. It was Mr. Howell. 1 admitted him myself, and be followed me back to the j dining room. I had not seen him for i several weeks, and the change in him | startled me. He was dressed carefuli ly, but his eyes were sunken In his i head, and he looked as If he had not I slept for days. Mr. Reynolds bad gone upstairs, not finding me socially inclined. “You haven't been sick. Mr. Howell, have you?” 1 asked. “Oh, no, I’m well enough. I’ve been traveling about. Those infernal sleep lug ears”— His voice trailed off, and 1 saw him looking at my mother’s picture, with the jonquils beneath. ‘That’s curious!” he said, going closer. “It—lt looks almost like Lida Harvey.” “My mother,” I said simply. “Have you seen her lately?’ “My mother?” 1 asked, startled. “No. Lida.” “1 saw her a few days ago.” “Here?’ “Yes; she came here. Mr. Howell, two weeks ago. She looks badly—as If she is worrying.” “Not—about me?” he asked eagerly. “Yes, about you. What possessed you to go away as you did? When my—bro—when her uncle accused you of something you ran away instead of facing things like a man.” “I was trying to find the one person who could clear me, Mrs. Pitman.” He sat back, with his eyes closed. He looked ill enough to be in bed. “And you succeeded?” “No.” I thought perhaps be had not been eating, and I offered him food, as I had once before. But he refused, it. with the ghost of his boyish smile. “I’m hungry, but it’s not food 1 want. I want to see her.” he said. I sat down across from him and tried to mend a tablecloth, but I could not sew. I kept seeing tho*e twe young things, each sick for a sight of the other, and, from wishing they could have a minute together, 1 got to planning it for them. “Perhaps,” I said finally, “if you want it very much”— “Very much!” “And if you will sit quiet and stop tapping your fingers together until you drive me crazy I might contrive it for you. For five minutes,” I said. “Not a second longer.” He came right over and put his arms around me. “Who are you, anyhow’?” he said. “You who turn ’to the world the frozen mask of a Union street boarding house landlady, who are a gentlewoman by every instinct and training and a girl at heart? Who are you?” “I’ll tell you what I am,” I said. “I’m a romantic old fool, and you’d better let me do this quickly before 1 change my mind.” He freed me at that, but he followed to the telephone and stood by while 1 got Lida. He w’as in a perfect frenzy of anxiety, turning red and white by turns, and in the middle of the conversation taking the receiver bodily from me and holding it to his own ear. She said she thought she could get away; she spoke guardedly as if Alma were near, but 1 gathered that she would come as soon as she could, and, from the way her voice broke, 1 knew she was as excited as the boy beside me. She came, heavily coated and veiled, at a quarter after 10 that night, and 1 took her back to the dining room, where he was waiting. He did not make a move toward her, but stood there with his very lips white, looking at her. And at first she did not make a move either, but stood and gazed at him, thin and white, a wreck of himself. Then: “Ell!” she cried, and ran around the table to him as he held out his arms. The schoolteacher was out. 1 went into the parlor bedroom and sat in the cozy corner in the dark. I had done a wrong thing, and 1 was glad of it. And. sitting there in the darkness, 1 went over my life again. After all. It had been my own life; I had lived it; no one else had shaped it for me. And if it was cheerless and colorless now, it had had its big moments. Life is measured by big moments. If I let the two children in the dining room have fifteen big moments instead of five who can blame me? The next day was the sensational one of the trial. We went through every phase of conviction: Jennie Brice was living. Jennie Brice was dead. The body found at Sewickley could not be Jennie Brice’s. The body found at Sewickley was Jennie Brice’s. And so it went on. The defense did an unexpected thing in putting Mr. Ladley on the stand. That day, for the first time, he showed the wear and tear of the ordeal. He had no flower in his buttonhole, and the rims of his eyes were red. But he was quite cool. Hla stage training had taught him not only to endure the eyes of the crowd, but to find in its gaze a sort of stimulant He made a good witness I must admit He replied to the usual questions easily. After five minutes or so Mr. Llewellyn got down to work. (To be continued—) —The Mexican product problem is difficult to solve, but the flour problem is easy—GERBELLE aad NEVER FAIL —Underwear for every member of the family. A. W. Strieby & Son. —Get an “Innershu” reliner. Guaranteed against punctures. Lepper Garage. —Fleasing patterns in 8-cent wallpaper at the Quality Drug Store. J. W. ROTHENBERGER : Undertaker : SYRACUSE, : « IND.

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