Evening Star Newspaper, June 15, 1932, Page 33

VAASaua THE EVENING STAR, .2 uN, D. C, V. SERFUI) AY, JULE 15 SYNOPSIS POR PRECEDING INSTALL- MENTS. On a bleak Eng Winter's afternoon 8,PAILY of nelghbors, gathered at the home of Mrs. Willett and her daughter Violet, in the tiny village of Sittaford. on the fringe of Dartmoor, turned to tabie UPpIng as M d | the captain would never expect you.” . Mr. Rycroft, who sychic: Ronald Garfield and Ma. or two months the Willetts ha the house of _Capt. a retired navy man., who had n_unable (o resist an offer of 12 guineas a month rent and had taxen a small house uine; onth in the cccupying 1 rient lor years, oOc- e of the five cottages Trevelyan bullt on land near his house The Willetts’ guests occupled the ot tages. All those seated at the table in the darkened room pretended to consider table tipping and rapping a childish amusement. nd they ha e good laughs when they received irit messages telling of their ~future plas and move- ey wer by a ments. Then they were led message that Capt. Trevelyan had been Maj. Burn: hi murdered. Although table rappings, he greatly perturbed as the others and I sisted iny 6-mile trudge through the snow. for automo- on impassable biles. to Trevelyan's home. INSTALLMENT IIL \WO and a half hours later, just before 8 o'clock, Maj. Burnaby, hurricane lantern in hand, his head dropped forward, so as not to meet the blinding drive of the snow, stumbled up the path to the door of Hazelmoor, the small house tenanted by Capt. Trevelyan. The snow had begun to fall about an hour ago—great blinding flakes of it. Maj. Burnaby was gasping, emit- ting the loud sighing gasps of an ut- terly exhausted man. He was numbed with cold. He stamped his feet, blew. puffed, snorted and applied a numbed finger to the bell push. The bell trilled shriily. Burnaby waited. After a pause of 8 few minutes, as nothing happened, he pushed the bell again. Once more there was no stir of life. Burnaby rang a third time. This time he kept his finger on the bell. It trilled on and on—but there was still no sign of life in the house. There was a knocker on the door. Maj. Burnaby seized it and worked it | producing a noise lke| vigorously, thunder. And still the little house remained silent as the dead. The major desisted. He stood for a moment, as though perplexed—then he slowly went down the path and out at the gate, continuing on the road he had come towards Exhampton. A hun- dred yards brought him to the small police” station. He hesitated again, then finally made up his mind and entered. Constable Graves, who knew the major well, rose in asionishment. “Well, I never, sir; fancy you being out on a night like this.” “Look here,” said Burnaby curtly. *T've been ringing and knocking at the |\ | CYL 'NO "ND by. I've come,” said Burnaby testily. % |as I'm teiling you, L can't get in. | windows. Trevel, was a dark green baize tube about {:‘; inches in diameter. Warren sprang forward. He knelt down beside the prostrate figure. One minute sufficed. He rose to his feet, his face pale. “He's dead?” asked Jsurnaby. The doctor nodded. Then he turned to Graves. x “It's you to say what's to done. | T I can do nothing except examine the If 1 had to give a time definitely, body, and perhaps you'd rather I didn’t | that's just about the time I would sug- do that until the inspector comes. I |gest. Oh! my God,” said Burnaby. the cause of death now. Graves, who knew the habits of the fv;:n'flle 3¢ the base of the skull. And| Warren stared at him. two pretty well. “But you don't mean, y think I can make a guess at the| The major felt his way blindly to a to say you've actually come down from weapon chair, collapsed on to it and muttered Sittaford on & night like this? Surely | " He indicated the green baize tube. | to himself while a kind of staring ter- ror overspread his face. “Trevelyan always had them along| ™l the b:::oi: of the door—to keep me:m ’é“d and twenty past five—— on! draft out,” said Burnaby. y God, then it was true after all.” His volce was hoarse. * % k% “Yes—a very efficlent form of sand- | 1t was the next morning after the | bag. . tragedy, and two men were sanding in ‘My God! 2 the little study of Hazelmoor. “But this here—" the constable| Inspector Narracott looked round him. “Think he might have been taken |broke in, his wits arriving at the point | A little frown appeared upon his fore. bad?” The policeman's face brightened, |8lowly. “You mean—this here is mur- | head. “I'll try the telephone.” It stood at his | der.” 'Ye—s,” he said thoughtfully. “Ye—s.” elbow. He took it and gave the num-| The policeman stepped to the table | Inspector Narracott was a very effi ber. on_which stood a telephone. clent officer. He had a quiet persis But to the telephone, as to the front| Maj. Burnaby approached the doctor. ence, a logical mind and a keen atten- door bell, Capt. Trevelyan gave no reply. “Looks as though he had been taken bad,” saild Graves as he replaced the receiver. “And all alone in the house, too. We'd best get hold of Dr. Warren and take him along with us.” n* Dr. Warren's house was almost next door to the police station. The doctor was just sitting down to dinner with bhis wife and was not best pleased at the summons. The snow was still fall- in| “Have you any idea,” he sald, breath- “‘5, hard, “how long he's been dead?” About two hours, I should say, or mflg{y three. That's a rough esti- u:‘lfllflfl passed his tongue over dry Would you say,” he asked, “that he migh: have been killea at 5:352" The doctor looked a: him curiously. captain’s house and I can't gt any answer.” “Why, of course, it's Friday,” said “Whether he's_expecting mie or not, “And I've rung and knocked and nobody answers.” Some of his uneasiness seemed to communicate itself to the policeman. “That's odd,” he said, frowning. “Of course, it's odd,” said Burnaby. e , i it \ st b s Jui amnable night,” murmured the doctor. “Hope you haven't brought me out on a wild goose chase. Trevelyan's as strong as a horse. Never has any- thing the matter with him.” Burnaby did not reply. Arriving at Hazelmoor once more, they again rang and knocked, but elicited no response. The doctor then suggested going round the house to one of the back “Easier to force than the door.” There was a side door which they tried on the way. but it too was locked, and presently they emerged on the snow-covered lawn that led up to the | back windows. Suddenly, Warres uttered an exclamation. “The window of the study—it's open.” True enough, the window, a French one, was standing ajar. They quick- ened their steps. On a night like this, no one in his senses wouldgopen a win- dow. There was a light in the room that streamed out in a thin yellow band. ‘The three men arrived simultaneously at the window—Burnaby was the first man to enter, the constable hard on his heels. They both stopped dead inside and something like a muffled cry came from the ex-soldier. In another moment Warren was beside them, and saw what they had ecen. Capt. Trevelyan lay on the floor, face downward. His arms sprawled widely. The room was in confusion—drawers of the bureau pulled out, papers lying about the floor. The window beside - them was splintered where it had been | Capt. Trevelyan lay on the floor, face downward. The room was in confusion— forced near the lock. Beside Capt.| drawers of the bureau pulled out, papers lying about the floor. sIX INDERS MORE - LESS ,” says America 1 ) CHEVRO Anything more and you sacrifice economy — anything less and you sacrifice smoothness. cess where many another man might have failed. He was a tall man with a quiet man- ner, rather far away gray eyes, and a slow, soft Devonshire voice. Summoned from Exeter to take charge of the case, he had arrived on the first train that morning. The roads had been impassable for cars, even with chains; otherwise he would have arrived the night before. He was standing now in Capt. Trevelyan's study, having just completed his examination of the room. With him was Sergt. Pollock|of the Exhampton police. “Ye-es,” said Inspector Narracott. A ray of pale Wintry sunshine came in through the window. Outside was the snowy landscape. There was a fence about a hundred yards from the window and beyond it the steep ascend- ing slope of the snow-covered hillside. Inspector Narracott bent once more over the body which had been left for hic inspection. An athletic man him- |self, he recognized the athlete’s type— the broad shoulders, narrow flanks and the good muscular development. The head was small and well set on the shoulders and the pointed naval beard was carefully trimmed. Capt. Trevel- yan's age, he had ascertained, was 60, but_he looked not much older than 51 or 52. “It's a curious business,” sald In- spector Narracott. “Ah!"” said Sergt. Pollock. ‘The other turned on him. “What s your view of it” “Well—" Sergt. Pollock scratched his head. He was a cautious man, un- willing to advance further than neces- sary. “Well,” he sald, “as I see it, sir, I should say that the man came to the window, forced the lock and started rifling the room. Capt. Trevelyan, I suppose, must have been upstairs. Doubtless the burglar thought the house was empty—" “‘Where is Capt. Trevelyan's bed room sltuated?” “Upstairs, sir. Over this room.” “At the present time of year it is dark at 4 o'clock. If Capt. Trevelyan was up in his bed room the electric | light would have been on. The burglar | would have seen it as he approached this window.” “You mean he'd have waited.” “No man in his senses would break into a house with a light in it. If any one forced this window—he did it be- ceuse he thought the house was empty.” Sergt. Pollock scratched his head. “Seems a bit odd, I'll admit. But there it is.” “We'll let it pass for the moment. on.” “Well, suppose the captain hears a |coming. He snatches up that bolster | arrangement, gets behind the door and {him down from behind.” Inspector Narracott nodded. “Yes, that's true enough. He was struck ‘down when he was facing the {window. But all the same, Pollock, I | doi like it.” “No, sir?” “No. As I say, T don't believe in | houses that are broken into at 5 o'clock in the-afternoon. tion to detail which brought him sue- | noise downstairs. He comes down to | |investigate. The burglar hears him | |as the captain enters the room strikes | “We-ell, he may have thought it & good opportunity—" “It is not a question of opportunity— slipping in because he found a window unlatched. It was deliberate house- breaking. Look at the confusion every- where—what would & bhurglar go to klnt: ‘The pantry, where the silver is “That's true enough,” admitted the sergeant. “And this confusion—this chaos,” continued Narracott, “these drawers out and their contents scattered. It’s bunkum.” “Bunkum?” “Lock at the window, sergeant. That spect in his voice. “Who'd have though$ of that now?” “Some one who wishes to throw dust in our eyes—and hasp't succeeded.” Pollock wa: grateful for the window was not locked and forced open! | 'OUr-" In such small ways did Inspec- It was merely shut and then splir.tered | t°T N"":"”"' endear hiaself to his from the outside to give the appearance |5 of forcing.” Pollock examined the latch of the window closely, uttering an ejeculation to himself as he did so. “You are right, sir,” he sald, with re- . (To be,continued.) 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