New Britain Herald Newspaper, March 11, 1922, Page 9

\ ISABEL OSTRANDE Coptinued From Oyr Last Issue CHAPTER XII. At ten o'clock the following morn- fug Sandy Cove smiled peacefully in the golden sunshine, Within the -decorously shade- , drawn library of the Tudor house six persens were gatheved: Mrs, Tudor Rerself, hér niece Fay, Captain War- ren, Kenneth Clayton, Sheriff liulse and Sergeant John Barry. Thé lats ter was scated at the long magazine + "table in the center of the ‘oom \iith a sheaf of notes spread out before bim, and it was toward him that all eyes Were directed. Nonc appeared to notice the pasteboard boxes of varlous sizes which flanked the notes upon the table, and certain it was that none save the sheriff and Barry himself knew that outside the door two husky constables waited with a big-framed bettle-browed woman for the signal to add themselves to the gathering. “The gheriff and 1 have asked you to meet us all together,” began Bar- | ry, pleasantly enough, "in order that we may tell you the result of our in- vestigations of yesterday into 'the death of Miss Laurel Tudor. It was murder, of course, but her death was mever intended. You all know the method by which the crime was com- mitted, but what I think that none of you know is that the carbon mon- oxide was meant not for her but for her cousin, and the fact that the two young ladies changed beds during the night was all that saved Misg J'uy Tudor from the fate meted out to her, although it rebounded upon an in- nocent victim——innocent in that she had aroused no enmity in the breast of the murderer. When I said that ‘none’ of you knew this, I meant none except one, for the guilty person iy in this room at the present moment!” Fay sat clutching the arms of her c¢hair tightly, but she made no out ward move and her eyes never left « the face of the detective. Clayton growled a sudden exclamation, hut Captain Warren sat immovable, al- though a siight flush crept upon his cheek. \ Mrs. Tudor started to her feet with a swift cry. “Please sit down, Mrs. Tudor. Barry's tones were sympathetic = but firm. “I know how you must be feel- ing at this moment, but 1 shall not keep you long in suspense. “Some time between three and four o'clock in the morning the murderer started to enter the room where the two young ladies were asleep, carry- ing in one hand the receptacle con- taining the carbon monoxide, and in the other an electric torch. This per- son dared not turn on the lights in the room for fear of waking one .o the other of its occupants, in spite of the fact that they had both been heavily drugged. On the threshold, by a nrracle of fate, perhaps, the | electric torch went out! “The tow light at the farther end of the hall did not penetrate the rcdm, but the murderer had gone too ffr to retreat now, for already the fnmes of the poison gas were escap- iy from the faulty, hastily con- structed container. Putting it down ypon the floor just outside the door— the container had once held oil, and the mark of It is still visible on the rug upstaitk—the murderer sped to the room formerly occupied by the young ‘man whom all then believed to be dead, and, obtzining his gas ‘mask, returned to the room. “There this person went straight to the bed ordinarily occupied by Miss laurel, touched the hair—which in the dark could not have heen detect- ed from that of Miss Iay, for both are of the same texture—and fitted the mask carefully over the face. “You can figure the rest out for yourselves—the murdere advance to the other bed; the insertion of the tube between the lips of the uncon- scious girl; the application of a ban- dage over -her nostrils so that, per- force, she must breathe in the dead- ly gas: the departuré from the room for a certain, well-calculated period; the return; removal of the mask from one face and bandage from the other; and hurried exit with the container. “Bui the murderer had made theé fatal mistake of trusting to the sense | of touch alone. It was upon the| wrong face that the bandage was placed, and into the wrong lips that the tubing was inserted!" “Stop! I can bear no more!" The| ringing ame from Mrs. Tudor’s| [ —— WARNING! Unless you see the name Say ‘“Bayer” white Iips, and she started again from her chair. “Why not?" Barry asked coolly. “Does the recital of your own crime bring it back too Vividly before your mind? Woman, you are the mu~der- ess of your own daughter!" A swift change had come over the countenance of Mrs. Tudor, a hide- ous, malevolent change which wiped Lfrom it the last semblance of youth and prettingss, She sat rigid, her blue eyes fixed with a sort of mock- ing mirth upon thoge of Barry. “There was no thought of murder in your mind when your niece re- turned from Kurope,” Barry con- tinued. *“You felt secure in your coming happiness, but the mind of a woman in love is more keenly in- tuitive than at normal times, and within a few days yoy realized some- thing which your niecé did not dream of—that the man you loved and hoped to marry had turned from you. It was not Fay Tudor alone whom you hated then to the point of mur- der; it was the common enemy of all women of middle life, youth! youth! “You planned to kill her on the night of the dance, planned to stab her, 1 think, with the dagger from the hall arrangement of weapons which I found concealed in your room an hour ago, and to that end you slipped into thé pantry when Louist's attention was engaged eisewhere and put inte the hot milk, which the young ladies were to drink, #ix pow- ders of the drig which Miss IFay had brought from Paris for insomnia, a triple doge for each, so that neither would awaken if you entercd the room. “You meant the & ir to look like a suicide, but during the dance you learned from the lips of P’rofessor Semyonov of an casior method, and one practically safe from discovery, as you thought. You dctermined im- mediately upon ite adoption, and that determination was crystallized by conversation you overheard upon the little porch which opens off the breakfast room. You planned it down to the most minute detail, even to the |use of the gas mask to save your daughter from harm. After your guests had gone you slipped down here to the hall closet to obtain the keys to’ the garage from the pocket of your motor coat which hung there. You found there, quite by accident, a pair of Miss IFay's cast-off slippeérs, which l.ouise hoped, to have stretched for her own use, and you managed to put them on, with a tardy thought for possible footprints which might be ilert on the ground. the fatal mistake which I have al- ready described and which you learned of in the morning when vou heard the volce of the very glrl you thought you had slain. I could find it in my heart to pity you at that mo- ment were it not that you planned % / WITH A SUDDEN SPRING SHE WAS UPON T{E GIRI, HER FIN- GERS TIGHTENED WITH MANIA- CAL STRLENGTH ABOUT HER THROAT. immediately to throw the crime upon the shoulders of Miss F You re- called her slippers, which were still sopping wet, apd you had them con- cealed bencath your negligee when you demanded admittance the to e when you buy Aspirin. Bayer’’ on tablets, you are not getting genuine Aspirin prescribed by physicians v 2 Colds Toothache Earache over 22 years and proved sa Lumba Accept only ‘‘Bayer’ package w Sandy “Bager” boxes of 17 tablets—.A\ Headache” Neuralgia fe by millions for Rheumatism Neuritis 20 Pain, Pain hich contains proper directions. 18 bottles of 24 und 100 —DNruggists. Aspirip 1s the trade mark of Bayer Manufacture of Munoaccticavidester of Selierlicacld \ al “You committed the crime, making/| AILY H room where your daughter lay dead; you thrust them under the bed when you knelt sobbing beside her body! “I suspected you first when you ap- peared to desire to bribe me, but why you should have murdered your own daughter was beyond me until I learned by accident that she and her cousin had changed beds with each other during the night. Then all was clear to me." “Yes! I did it!" Mrs. Tudor sprang! from her chair and pointed wildly at Kenneth Clayton where he sat re- garding her with eyes of unutterable loathing. "That man was mine, and this minx stole him deliberately from me. I meant to get her out of the way and then he would come back.” There was madness in her eyes, mad. ness in the ery which rang through the room. ‘“Laurel, J.aurel! God knows I would not have harmed you, my baby! But if 1 have lost all you shall not have him, Tay! 1 falled once, but I shall not fall now!" With a sudden spring she was upon the girl, her fingers tightened with maniacal strength about her throat. Barry called to the waiting men eut- side and leaped forward to the ald of the sheriff, Clayton and Captain War- ren. It took their combined strength to tear the crazed wpman from her would-be vietim, “It's all over,” Barry sald. “Take her away, Joe; you and Yarrell and the matron.” Late that autumn Sheriff Hulse paid his customary visit to Barry in town and much to the honest coun- try official’s embarragssment he was taken one evening to call upon the great Professor Semyonov. “S'pose you heard, professor, that the Tudor house back in Sandy Cove burned down a month ago?’ he asked. ‘Miss IFay—that is, Mrs. War- ren—and the captain were away in California on their honeymoon and William Tudor is still in the hospital, shell shock or whatever it was hap- shell shock or whatever it was hap- pened to him. Funny how he came to be lost and reported déad, wasn't it?” “Captain Warren saw him fall,” replicd the professor, “and after the attack went out to what he supposed ito be the body of some other young American officer.” Sergeant Barry nodded. “I heard a little about it when 1 called at the hospital to see young Tudor,” he remarked. *“He remem- bers that the Germans got him but hé managed to escape. They must have stripped him of his credentials, |but left the marks of his rank on him, for he was treated as an officér all the way through.” There was a pause and then the sheriff observed: “The Tudor woman never recovered her mind beforc her death.” “It doesn't matter.,” Bar was grave. he escaped trial here but she has gene to a higher court before an infallible judge, and we Kknow that her sentence will be a just one."” THE I (Copyright, 1922, Service). MRS, R, B, RAND “HINS DOLLAR Prize Goes o Curtis St. Woman Alter First Try Mrs. Raymond R. Rand of 22 Cur- tis street wins the $1 prize for to- day's effering. The judge finds the poem S$hort and pléasing to ear and eye. Charlotte W. Taylor has taken the hint from the judge and made her poetry rather short. The judge is going to put up plea for her the early part of next week. Hé may bhe able to land the prize ror her. There are many people who the judge has antagonized, he thinks, by not selecting their poem. The judge js sure that they haveé made the solemn vow te win before the cons test ends. The contest will end March 18th, one week from today, so “Now is the MV GOODNESS, TRERE YOU SIT, JANE, AND THAT RICH ALLAN VAN AY6G ERALD, SATURDAY, MARCH 11 COOK WITH GAS ECONOMICAL CLEAN - CONVENIE ew Britain Gas Light time for all geod poefs to come to the ald of their contest.” The prize winner for today follows: for ity Herald, farm letter EXCHANGE Apply good by WILL propert Box 40J. 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