New Britain Herald Newspaper, July 26, 1921, Page 5

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R R R R e R O GRAY DUSK By OCTAVIUS ROY COHEN A Mystery Story With a Mysterious Plot (Copyright, 1919, Dodd, Mead & Co., Inc.) .« ated from Yesterday's Herald.) "David Carroll, detective, is shocked by the receipt of a telegram from Stanford Forrest, his. lifelong friend who had left three days before on his honeymoon, stating that the bride of three days had been murdered and he, Torrest was in jail, charged with the crime. Carroll, with his assistant, Jim Sullivan, immediately ryshed to Karnak, South Carolina, where For- rest was in jail, where they interview the latter. They’ are informed that shortly before she was murdered, Mr. Forrest had received a letter from Bennet Hemingway, an unscrupulous bHicketshop operator and former ad- mirer. ‘The letler contained a sarcastic reference to the character of Mrs. Forrest, but never had been shown to her. Forre.: talls the detectives that hg came home early on the evening of. the third day after the wedding and found his bride had been stabbed ol e Sullivan feels the same as the na- tives, that Forrest is guilty of the crime, which theory s not sustained by Carroll. Later developments show that Hemingway was in the cabin used by the Forrests after it had been leased from Franklin Furness, an ar- tist. Unknown to Carroll and Forrest, a man giving his name as Heston, had been in Karnak for three months prior to the crime, claiming to have bought the Furness lodge but failing ta have the deed recorded. Carroll sent a telegram to Furness, who was in Denver, asking if the lodge had been sold or leased to Hes- ton. A reply from Furness said the lodge had not been sold. The detectives then turn their at- tention to Conrad Heston. to whom suspicion seems to point. A conver- sation with Mart Farnham, a local character, who does odd jobs about the town and who hates Heston be- cause the latter cut him out with his &irl, brings out the fact that Heston was in the woods mear the Furness lodge the cvening of the tragedy. In- vestigation reveals foot prints about the cabin which show that someone had walked to the cabin and ran away from it. The girl, Esther De- varney, ‘has been characterized as “the woman in the case.” Following tha: footprint cluea tha detectives discover evidence which Many Women points so unmistakably to Heston that upon learning his cabin has been locked up, they ask a warrant for hig arrest. The actions of Heston and the girl are under investigation and the detectives suspect that Miss De- varney knows more than she is will- ing to tell concerning what happened ths night of the murder. “I came home. Everyone was talk- ing about the—the—murder.” “What?” inquired the casually, “‘what is Conrad Heston's real name?” Her eyes widened. you mean?” “Don’t you know that Conrad Hes- ton is not his real name?” Carroll suddenly produced the pla- tinum and diamond ring. He held it before her eyes; the brilliant stone flashing in the afternoon sun. “Do you know that ring?” “I—I—" She moistened her Terror was expressed in every feature of her face. don’'t know it “Good!” You've helped me con- siderably. Because I knew that it was either yours or Heston’s; and since it isn't yours, it must be his.” “Wh-what—where did you find it?" “In Furness lodge, and it pretty well implicates Heston with the mur- der.” . She leaped to her feet and stcod regally before David Carroll. “It does not implicate him,” she cried wildly. “It does not. . . .” “But—" ¢ “That ring is my ring! “Wh—what do lips: fine “No—mo. . . I Mine. Con- rad gave it to me; he gave it to me and I lost it at the lodge!” *x e “When did you lose it there, Miss Esther ?” “‘Several days ago.” “You still insist that you were at Furness lodge a little after 6 o’clock on the afternoon of the 9th?” who should be healthy, happy, bright- eyed, rosy—cheeked and vivacious Get Weak— Irritable— Depressed— Run-down— largely because they use up their vital Unrzr‘gyy quicker than the body can create it. In other words, they fail to pay the body for the work it does. Do you? Remember—your body can’t continue i less to supply vital energy, unl you give it the materials Wi ¢3 produce vitality. supplies the very mineral ele- ments which the body uses to create vital energy. A frequent cause for lack of vital power is a real shortage in the body of several mineral elements, particularly Iron, Calcium, Potassium, Sodium and Phosphorus. AIl of these are con- tained in Wincarnis. 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I lost it sev- eral days before that and knew it must have been at the lodge, because 1 missed it shortly after leaving there.” “You met no one on your way to the lodge on the 9th?” “No. That is, no one except Mart Farnam.” “Where was he?” ‘Walking toward his cabin. evidently been to Nixon’s. been drinking.” “Does the road from Nixon's to his cabin pass the lodge?" “Yes.” “Did Farnam speak to you at all?” “He—he—" Her cheeks . became scarlet. “He spoke nastily about Mr. Heston apd me, and said I—had dis- graced myself.” “And you—?" “I slapped his face and walked on. He was drunk.” “How long were you in the lodge?” “Only about three minutes. I en- tered the back veranda and walked through the dogtrot. By that time I was sure that something was wrong. I left through the front door and struck right through the trees to my right toward Mr. Heston’s cabin.” “He was there when you there?'t “Yes. He had just been fishing. He had a string of fish with him.” “He seemed quiet and calm?” “Yes. Oh! I'm sure, Mr. Carroll, that he’d been nowhere near the lodg Carroll rose. “I'm very much obliged, Miss Esther. I'm sorry you found it necessary to mislead me for awhile at the beginning but I under- stand now. I hope things will turn out all right.” Gray dusk had fallen over swamp when they left the cabin. it He'd He! had got the detective:| Carroll ordered the car back to Furness lodge. Once Insidesthe lodge lthey refreshed themsclves and with Carter's assistance skirmished about for a meal. The table was set in or- der. But. scarcely had they settled themselves to gustatory enjoyment when the telephone in the living- room jangled insistently. Carroll reached the telephone in a few strides and pJaced the received to his ear, where, true to custom, he heard the clicking' of other instru- ments along the general line. The deep, resonant voice of Sheriff Potter came to his ears. “Hello! That vou, Carroll?” o “I've been trying to get you for the last hour. Remember the friend vou asked me about?” “Heston?” “Yes.” “What about him?” “He tried to get away from here on the 7 o'clock train. I nabbed him and he’s in jail awalting your or- ders!” PR The first rays of the morning sun found the three men awake and bath- ing with gusto under the yard pump. A breakfast of eggs, coffee and crackers followed by a few persim- mons which the watchful Carter had found, satisfied them and they set out for Heston's cabin at the bend of the river. They found it readily enough, pad- locked as they had left it the previ- ous afternoon. It was the work of only a moment to pry out the hasp with a tire tool from the automobile, and Carroll and Sullivan stepped in- side, the latter throwing back the solid board screens which, bolted from .the inside, covered the four windows. The room betrayed nothing. And finally the two men paused before a well-made trunk in the corner. With- out a word, Carroll broke the lock with his sharp-edged tire-tool. The lid flung back ard the tray removed disclosed an array of tailobed, expen- sive clothing; even to a full evening equipment. Garment by gormeni Carroll re- moved the clothes from the trunk, piling them neatly that they might be returned without too great disar- rangement. It was not until he reached the bottom of the trunk— after discovering that every tailor's tag had been carefully cut from the clothes—that he found anything worthwhile. And that was a photograph; a pho- tograph of a very pretty girl which gave evidence of having originally been in a frame from which it had been carefully removed. The photo- graph was under a blotter sheet in a small leather secretary; evidently put there months or perhaps years before—and forsotten; a case of out of sight, out of mind. But it was not the high forehead, the mass of brown hair, the perfect features of the pretty woman which attracted Carroll. Rather, it was the reverse side. For there, as he exultantly ex- hibited to Jim Sullivan, was an in- scription in the clear, well-informed chirography of a woman: “To George, with a heartful love, from—Katherine Carr!” Sullivan ~ whistled expressively, “Katherine Carr!” = he ejaculated. “The initials K. C. on the ring you found!” 3 “Yes. And the George probably stands for the first of the man’s in- itials: G. R. A. Quite evidently our Heston is named George and was once engaged to 1 Miss Katherine Carr, of Newark, N. J.” _Sullivan looked up in surprise. “What makes you say Newark?” “The photographer’s name.,” came the prompt answer as Carroll indi- cated the impression with his fore- finger. *“Rantoul—Newark, N. J.” Sullivan nodded. “Right again. You're becoming your normal self, David. What now?” : Less than two hours later. they bumped across the railroad tracks which mark the actual eastern boun- dary of Karnak, and braked to a stop before the red brick court-house. Carroll stopped by Stanford For- rest’s cell just long enough to report progress without going into details. Then he made his way to the cell oc- cupied by Conrad Heston. “You know who we are?” carroll “Yes,” bitterly, “friends of Stan- ford Forrest, determined to free him of a charge of which he is undoubted- 17 guilty. “When did vou last see Miss Kath- erine Carr? of asked T “l do not know of whom you are speaking,” he answered in a low voice. The man was lying and both Car- roll and Sullivan knew it. To the latter’s surprise, Carroll did not press his point. “Why have you assumed an alias, Mr. Heston?” “My name is Conrad Heston.” ‘“‘Haven't you dropped a “George’” from your name?” Again that light of startled fear leaped into the eves of the cornered man. “My namé is Conrad Heston.” ‘“Where is your deed to Furness lodge?” “You know as well as I do that I never bought it—that I had no right there.” ‘“How long did you know Mary Carmody—Mrs. Forrest?” “I never set eyes on her in my life.” “At least you will not deny know- ing Miss Esther Devarney, will you?” A long pause: “I guess there’d be no use in denying that.” ““‘And that you are engaged to her.” 1 deny that.” “Have it your way. I cannot force you to answer my questions. But may- be you might care to tell me where you and she were at 6 o’clock on the afternoon of the ninth?” “I was not with her.” “At 6:30 or thereabouts?” don’t care to say.” “Well, I know that about that time she was with you at your cabin near the bend of the Santee. I also know that shortly before that time, and just about the hours of dusk when the murder was committed, Esther De- varney was at Furness lodge.” For one instant Heston stood rigid with horror. Then he leaped across the cell and sank powerful fingers deeply into Carroll's shoulders: “God God, man, you'rc not thinking that she killed Mrs. Forrest? You're not suspecting her of that?” “I take my cue from you, Heston. That is one question I will not an- swer. But she admits that she was there.” “I—I—don’t rack me, Carroll. I'm not going to tell you anything; not a thing.” “Not even why you tried to make a get-away.” “No.” Carroll turned suddenly and ex- tended his hapd, palm uppermost, toward Heston. In his palm glit- tered the diamond ring he had found at the lodge. ‘“When did you lose this?"” Heston sallowed with difficulty. His answer came in a voice harsh and —never lost it. —seen it—before.” Carroll pocketed the ring calmly. ‘“Very good. However, your denial doesn’t bother me—you see Miss De- varney says that you gave her that as an engagement ring and that she lost it at Furness lodge!” That night Jim Sullivan left on the limited for Newark. The following morning David Car- roll closeted himself with Sheriff Pot- ter, with whom he had a long and serious talk, as the result of which the north-bound train leaving Karnak at 10 o'clock found Carroll aboard, bound for Columbia; Heston in the personal custody of the gray-eyed sheriff. Since the realization that Bennet Hemingway, erstwhile rival with Stanford Forrest for the hand of Mary Carmody, has been in Colum- biu on the day preceding the murder, Carroll had been unable to rid him- self of the idea Hemingway was con- nected in some way with the crime, and he was now taking advantage of Sullivan’s absence on another trail to discover Hemingway's whereabouts on the day when Mary had been killed. He arrived at Columbia at 1 o'clock. He went first to the city’s leading hostelry on the other end of Main street near the post office and there his quest ended so far as Columbia’s hotels were concerned, for on the register, in handwriting unmistakably Hemingway’s, he found the signa- ture. The day clerk remembered Hem- ingway distinctly; a slender man, too well dressed, and traveling for a ma- chinery concern in which he boasted an interest. From the clerk Carroll secured a list of the machinery com- panies in the city which Hemingway would have been most likely to visit, and he made the rounds. Carroll returned to the hotel, every movement of his man- on the eighth accounted for, and consulted the rec- ords. He learned that Hemingway had checked out at 3:30 on the morn- ing of the ninth on the Florence train. Carroll left Columbia shortly before 3 o’'clock and arrived in Flor- ence at 5 in the afternoon. He found Hemingway's autograph on the regis- | ter of the Florence hotel under date of the ninth and the records.showed that he had arrived before brrakfast that morning. ‘Much puzzled and almost convinced that his suspicions against Heming- way had been fathered by desire, Carroll dined in Florence and left! that bustling little metropolis on the | 8:40 train. I He arrived in Charleston at 11| o'clock and was driven to the aus- tere Charleston hotel on Meeting street. The records destroyed his last hope—they and a talk with the chief rlerk. Bennet Hemingway had registered at the Charleston hotel at about 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Investiga- tion disclosed the fact that if that were the case, he could not have caught the local at Karnak in time to have been there at 6:30, at which hour Mary Forrest had been killed. Carroll's Investigation -had proved only one thing, a perfect alibi for Bennet Hemingway! e Carroll again visited thé lodge and walked down the path toward Hes- ton’s cabin, deliberately avoiding the main highway. The stillness of early afternoon was pierced by the spra-a-aug of a rifle. Almost at the same instant there was a vicious crack in the trunk of the tree Carroll was passing! A quick glance showed the hole left by the bullet—it had missed him by scarcely an inch. He acted like lightning. In a bound he was behind the tree, crouching— muscles tensed. Someone firing at him! Another shot cracked through the stillness! 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