The Carroll Sentinel from Carroll, Iowa on November 9, 1894 · Page 10
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Carroll, Iowa
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Green Bay Lumber Company, IN Lumber and Coal, AND ALL KINK OF BUILMIMI MATEUAL • -1 i t Nw yards north of Carroll mills; Carroll. Iowa. (894 B» THt AUTMOH CHAPTER II. It was closo on 10 o'clock when 1 •woke next morning. My long tramp of the previous day had tired mo more than I thought. Nevertheless I was annoyed at ovrrslreping myself and astonished that Frmicis had not called mo earlier. I knew how anxious ho was about the proposed meeting with his brother and fancied that his impatience would have drawn him to my room at dawn. Apparently he was less curious concerning the interview than I thought. Yet, leaving him out of the question, I ought certainly to have been roused by Strent or his daughter and determined to reprove them for such neglect' After all, an inn is an inn, and one has a right to attentions for which one pays. Judging from the landlord's looks, I did not think my bill would err on the side of cheapness. Those thoughts passed through my mind as I hastily dressed myself. Opening the window, I looked ont on tho marshes golden in the sunshine. A keen wind was blowing from the sea, and the smell of brine struck into the heavy atmosphere of my bedroom. An absolute stillness prevailed both inside and out. I felt as though I had awakened in the spellbound palnoe of the sleeping beauty. An inn of all places should be full of bustle and noise, but there was something uncanny in the silence which reigned in this marsh locked hostel It hinted trouble, and I felt uneasy. In no very good temper I descended to the dining room, with the intention of apologizing to Francis for my tardy appearance and of rating the landlord for his negligenca To my astonishment, neither Francis uox any one eke was to be seen, and the room was in precisely the game condition as on the previous night. The fire was unlighted, the table not set out for breakfast; even the window blinds were down. For the moment I was sick with apprehension, as it was impossible to conjecture the reason of this neglect and absence of human life. The stillness was as absolute as had prevailed up stairs, and when I rang the bell it echoed through the house as though mocking my efforts to summon landlord, maid or friend. Twice, thrice, I pulled the bellrope without result; then, somewhat unnerved by the silence in which I found myself, went to the back part of the premises. Here the condition of things was the same^as in the dining room. The kitchen was empty, nor were there any signs of fire or of food. I explored the whole of the ground floor and found nobody. The conclusion forced itself upon me that Strent and bis daughter bad left the inn during the night What was the meaning of this sudden flight? What reason could be sufficiently powerful to force them to vacate the premises? Asking myself these questions, I entered room after room, but in none of them did I find any answer. The front door was bolted and barred, the back entrance was in the same condition, aiid there was no key in either look. I considered the features of the case and saw that the air was fnll of mystery, perhaps of—but, no; in that lonely house I could not bring myself to utter the terrible word. I knew not what had happened during my sleep, but felt certain that some event had taken place. Otherwise there could be no reason for this state of things. Almost against my will I searched the house again, but could discover neither Strent nor his daughter Bosa I was fcloue in the house. But Francis "Francis," said I, repeating my thoughts aloud, "aye, Frauois. I wonder if he has left the inn also or whether he has overslept himself oud in still in his room." To make sure I wont up Blairs to his bedroom. Pray observe that all this time I had not connected these things with crime. It is true I Had a faint suspicion that there might possibly be some foul play, but as there was uoth ing to confirm such a belief I abandoned tho idea I declare that when I knocked at tho door of Briarflold's room I had no moro idua of the horrible truth than tho bubo unborn. My premonitions pointed to uiynuiry, but not to murder. Yet from tho conversation of tho previous night I might have guoKKod what had hupponod. Tho house wax as ao- ourtiod UK tho pulaoo of tho Artidie, and Ato bidud out the threshold mono. Not until I hud thrico knocked with out reoulviiiK any auuwur did my suspicious begin to form. Thou thoy took shape in au instant. I tried tho door. It WIIH looked. The ominous nileuoe still hintod at unspeakable horrors. My knocking ochuod jarringly through tho Htilluosa At that moment theru Hashed boforo my oye» tho picture of two flg tiros Hying across a rod horizon against which blaokouod thu beams of a gallows. It was tho shadow of tho future, I kuookod, 1 culled hisuamo, uud lluully iu desperation at tho continued silouoo uut my tiliuuldor uguiuBt tho oruzy door. It yielded with a touring Bound, tuid I entered thu room amid ft cloud of flue dust Ho was lying ou the bod stiff uud cold. I hud no uoed to call, to touch bin shoulder, to plaou my huud ou hi» huurt Ho was dead. With the clothus drawn up uuoothly to liis ohiu lay thu muu with whom I hud oouvoreod tliu jnovianj night. Thu right arm lay outside oouutoi'pune. Oil thu hand glistoued» pearl ring. 1 lookucl ut that bauble, glauoed at tho WMXCU face. Thu mutter was buyowl all doubt, f ruuui* Briar fluid was Before I could further examine the body or the room I was forced to run for my brandy flask. For the moment I was deadly sick, and it needed a long draft of the fiery spirit to speed the stagnating blood through my veins. Tho strange circumstance was a sufficient apology for such qualmishness. This lonely inn set on a houdbreadth of living ground amid quaking bogs, this dead body of what had once been a friend, this solitude by which I found myself environed, these were sufficient to shake the strongest nerve. It looks in a manner prosaic on black and white, but think of the horror of tho actual experience. For the moment I could formulate no ideas on the subject That my friend should be dead was sufficient to stun me. When reason came back, I asked myself how he died and who was responsible for the crime. The landlord, the maid, the brother, one of these three had murdered Francis Briarfleld. But in what way? I examined the body. It was clothed in a nightgown, and the clothes lay. Folded up on the chair by the bedside. The face was calm; there were no marks of violence ou the throat or on the frame. Only on the violet lips lingered a slight curl of foam. The smooth bed-' clothes drawn up to the chin forbade the idea of a struggle. I looked at the right' irm lying on the counterpane, at the land, and there in the palm was a ragged wound from thumb to little finger. • [t was discolored at tho edges and looked green and unwholesome. This livid appearance made mo think of poison, but I was not sufficiently a doctor bo diagnose the case correctly. Yet I was certain of one thing?—that Francis Briarfleld had come by his death in some foul fashion, and that at the hands of—whom? Aye, there wat the rub! So far as I biew, the landlord had no motive to commit such a crime. Suspicion pointed toward the maid who had wished to speak with the dead man after supper. Yet why should she desire his death? From the lips of Francis himself I had beard that he knew neither Strent nor Rose, nor indeed aught of the Fen inn. Hither he bad been brought by his brother's letter to keep an appointment | and was as ignorant of the inn, of its inmates, of its surroundings as L Could Felix have committed this crime? True, if my theory were correct and he had passed himself off to Olivia Bellin as Francis, there were some grounds for believing he wished his brother ont of the way. Francis would undoubtedly refuse to permit the deception to be carried on, so it was just possible that Felix, in a frenzy of wrath and terror at the idea of his treachery being exposed, might have slain his brother. Yet all this fine theory was upset by the fact that Felix had not arrived on the previous night to keep the appointment He therefore must be guiltless. If so, what of the landlord and hia daughter? Certainly they had no re»•ou to slay a stranger who had shel- Be was lying on the bed ttiff and cold. tored under their roof for tho Bight Yet thoir flight looked suspicious. If thoy wore iuuocout, why did thuy leave the inn? Another question pregnant with moan ing was the reason of thoir being alone in tho inn. I had soon no servants either indoors or out Father uud daughter appeared to do all the work, yot it was beyond all roasoii that thoy should huvo no ufiHitituuoo, Whore was tho cook, tho wuitor, tho hostler, tho churn boruiuid? Tho house was a largo one. Two people with all tho will iu tho world could uot thoroughly attend to the domestic economy of so grout a imuiBiou, Moreover, tho girl hod looked uuused to work. That in itsolf won suspicious. "Can it bo?" thought L "Cou it bo thut those two hired thin inn to compute tho douth of Franots Briarnold, and thut ho was drawn hero as into a snare by his brother's letter? Ou tho face of it, it looks absurd, and yet in what other way oau I uxplaiu the utaeuoo of ants, tho mildewed aspect of the i Now Francis is dead, uud they, \fllh- out a word to mo, have dopartod." I could not solve tho mystery. i''ar from doing so, tho more I thought, the moro I uxantinod tho surroundings, tho deepor grow tho mystery. Tho door had been looked, and I oould laid no key. The wiudow also was locked, uud oven had it not keen no one oould huvo entered thereby, so oousidorublo was the height froiii tho ground. How, thin, hud tho uiuukBbiu guiuod admittance? Yet sure wan 1 Uiut Brlurnold hud boeit murdered, but by whom it was hard to •ay—way, iiapuuiibla I did indeed think that ho hud committed Buioide, but this was too wild ait to. eutertuiu t>vei» for u moment. When f parted from him on the previous night, he was in the best of health, looking forward to meeting Miss Bellin, and wan passably content With his life.. There was no hint of self destruction either in speech or action. The thought that his brother had deceived him would not have engendered such an idea. Rather was he determined to unmask the traitor and regain his promised wife by force. Murder it might be. Suicide wnu ont of the question. Thus far I thrashed out tho matter, yet arrived at no logical conclusion. As there seemed no signs of landlord and maid, it behooved me to consider what 1 should do. According to Francis, his brother was due at the meeting place that morning, so I deemed it advisable to wait until he arrived and then explain tho circumstances to him. If he was in league with Streut to murder his brother, he would hardly be able to dis- guiso his joy at hearing the success of his plot. I therefore determined to watch his face during the interview, and if I saw therein any signs of guilt to there and then, in that lonely inn, accuse him as a second Cain. By thus terrorizing his soul with such accusation and with the sight of his victim I might force him into confession. If he wore guilty, I guessed tho plea behind which he would shelter himself —that he had not been near the place on the previous night. This I would counter by the accusation that his emissaries had carried out his orders and then sought .safety in flight It might be that I suspected Felix wrongly, yot after the story told me by Francis I oould not but think he was conn cted in some unseen way with the death of the latter. But, after all, these suspicions were yet vague and aimless. All I knew for certain was that Francis Briarfleld was dead. I swore on the instant to devote myself to finding out and punishing his detestable assassin, Having come to this resolution, I propped up the open door, so as to close ;he entrance to the chamber of death, ind descended to the lower regions, binding victuals and fuel in the kitchen, [ cooked myself a meal and made a sufficiently good breakfast. Then I lighted my pipe and took my seat at the front Soor to watch for the (joining of Felix Briitrfield. Whether my suspicions would be dispelled or confirmed by hia demeanor I was of course unable to say until the Interview took place. But I was most anxious to know. All that morning I looked down tho winding road to Marshruiuster, but saw no one coming therefrom. Not a soul was in sight, and if I did for a moment think that Strent and his dattfrhter might return and declare themselves innocent the thought was banished by a Few hours' outlook. The inn, as I said jefore, was on a slight rise, and I could see far and wide. No human being was to be seen, and as the hours passed I grew almost horrified at the grewsome lolitnde. To be alone with a dead body n a lonely house in a lonely moor is i«rdly healthy for the mind. Toward noon I took a resolution. "If,"said I, "the mountain won't some to Mohammed, why, thon, Mo- laiamed must go to the mountain." The interpretation of this was that I ntended to see Folix Briarfield at Bellin Elall, Marshininster. Face to face with lim, and I would, force him to explain why he had not kept the appointment [t seemed to mo a suspicious circumstance. Perhaps Strent had told him ITranois was dead, and therefore it would to •. < for him to ride to the Fen i as were so, it would go a long way toward implicating him in the crime. I re-entered the house, looked up everything, and strapping on my knap- sock took my departure toward Mursh- uiuster. Borne way down the road I looked back at the ruin and saw it loom more grim and ghastly than ever. Even iu the bright sunshine it oould not appear otherwise than eerie, and it was with great pleasure that I loft it behind. Yet under those sloping roofs Francis Briarfleld lay dead, and it was to discover his assassin and avenge bis death that I set my face toward Marsh- minster. CHAPTER HI Late in tho afternoon I tramped into Uarshmiuster. It was by no moans my first visit to that sleepy provincial town. Under tho shadow of the cathedral tower dwelt relatives with whom I hud aforo- timo spont school and college holidays, Thoir house was tho goal of my pilgrimage, and a week's rest was to recoup me (or tho toils of • tho walking tour, The tcttgio occurrence at the Fon ion altered all my plans. With an assassin to be trucked (hero was no time for comfortable idleness. Francis Briarnold had been my friond, and I owod it to his memory to uvuugo bis douth. Itwiw no easy tusk I hud sot myself. ] recognized thut front thu first, In place, therefore, of seeking the center of thu i»wu tiud my maiden uuut'al turned otf ut tho outskirts and mado for liuUiu Hull. According to tho Btory of Francis, hia brother was staying •with the UoHius, uud it was necessary thut I should HVU him ut oucu about the matter. My Hrquuliituueowith Jiliu Del liu uud hut- daughter was confined to casual conversation at crowded "ut homes" during thu BIHWOU. I hud hardly the right to thrust myself ou them uu invited, but my bnsinoHH brooked Mb delay. Tho boouur Folix knew thu truth the bettor it would bo for him. If he were guilty, 1 could jjuuiah him fur his erimo by duuouueiug him ut once to tho authorities; it iuuuouut, ho noodloso no time iu hunting down those who hud sluiu hiu brother. Bouidos I winhod to put Olivia ou her guard uguiiiBt tho man nuiMjuorudlnu UK Francis Briarfield. Thut 1 intended to do iu uuyouae, whether he wu>> iuuoc.uut or guilty. Holliu NnllwiiH u grotesque specimen ol luohitwuiro, built by Jeremiah Uu!- |iu, whu hud made hin inuuoy out of blacking, It wu* uncommonly like U fuoto/r, but porliupa tho deceased Jure- luittb liked soiuutlilug to remind hint of tfe» origin of hiu fortune uud kuop him from t)riukiug hit* uucojilors oiuno over with William tbo Couquwor. He IUUT- tied the daughter in „ „.;_;.-,..; .. ..'. then took hia departure to t lie ins:;t world, leaving hia •widow well provided for and his daughter au heiress in her own right Mrs. Belliu was a pretty woman, with no brains and a giggling laugh. Her daughter had the beauty of bet mother and tho brains of her father, so she wall altogether a charming girl How she could tolerate her silly dolly of a mother I could never understand. Perhaps 28 years of .constant forbearance had inured her to the trial On arriving at the front door I learned that Mr. Briarfleld was within and sent up my card, requesting a private interview. For the present I did not wish to see Olivia, as it was my intention to warn Felix that I was cognizant of his trickery. My theory was proved correct by the following dialogue: Myself—Is Mr. Briarfiold within? Footniau—Yes, sir. Mr. Francis. Briarfleld has just returned from town. After which question and answer I was shown into a room. Observe that I had said "Mr. Briarfleld," and the footman answered "Mr. Francis Briarfleld." Now, as I well knew that the man. bearing that uamo was lying dead at the Fen inn, it was conclusive proof that Felix, to gain the hand of Olivia, was masquerading as hia brother. I hod just argued this ont to my complete satisfaction when Felix made his appear once. The resemblance between the brothers was extraordinary. I had some difficulty in persuading myself that the man before me was not ho whom I had seen dead that morning, the same pale face, dark hair and jaunty mustache, the same gestures, the same gravity of demeanor and actually the same tones in the voice. There was not the slightest difference between Felix and Francis. The one duplicated the other. I no longer wondered that Olivia was deceived. Despite my acquaintance with the brothers, I should have been tricked myself. As it was, I stared open mouthed at the young man. "This is a pleasant surprise, Den- bam," he said, looking anxiously at ma "I did not know you wero in this it of the world." "Nor was I until yesterday. I am or a walking tour and last uight slept al the Fenian." "The Fen inn," he repeated, -with » Blight start. "What took you to that out of the way place?" "I came by the marshes,' and as 1 was belated had to take tho shelter thai offered." "But, man alive," said Felix, raising his eyebrows, "the inn is empty I" This time it was my turn to be astonished. If Felix thought the inn wac empty, why did he appoint it as a meeting place for his brother? fie eithei knew too much or too little, so it behooved me to.conduct the conversation with the utmost dexterity. "It was not empty last night at all events," I retorted, keeping my eye* fixed on his face. " Indeed 1 AM gypsies encamped there?" he said coolly. "Well, not exactly," I answered, emulating bis palm. "It was iu charge of a man called Streut and' his daughter." "This is news to me. I was alway. under the impression that the' Fan inn was quite deserted." "You have not been near it lately?" "No. Nobody goes near it They say it is haunted." "Pshaw," I answered angrily, "on old wife's tale) And yet," I added after a moment's thought, "it may well be haunted after what took place there lost night." "This begins to grow interesting," said Felix, "Had you an adventure?" "Yes. I met with your brother." "Impossible I My brother Felix is in Paris." "I am talking of Francis." "Francis," he repeated, with a dia» agreeable smile, "Francis? Well, Denham, I anxFranoifl." "I think you are making a mistake, Briarflold,'' said I coldly. "Your brother Francis slept at the Feu inn lust night." "I slept iu this house." "I quite believe that But you are Felix t" "Ob," said Briurneld, bursting into a harsh laugh, "I nee you are making tho inevitable mistake of mixing mo up with my brother. It is purduiinblo under the circumstances; otherwise I might resent your plain speaking." Thu ussuruuoacf the miuiwas so earn ploto that I womlurod if ho know that his Mocret was sufu by the death of hit brother. Such knowledge would account for liiu complacency. Yot it was quite impossible thut ho could know of the duutb, as ho certainly had not boon tc tho iun. I know that from my owii knowledge. "If you are Frauois," said I slowly, "you are engaged to MissBulliu." "I am," he answered haughtily, "but by what right you" "One moment, Mr. Briurilold. Mix. Belliu gave her lover Frauois u pur I ring. I do not see it on your finger." lie glanced down nt his hand uud grow confused. "I lost it," he muttered—"I lost it some time ago." "That is uot truol" "Do you dare to" > "1 dare anything iu conneotiou with whut I know to bo u fraud, You lira passing youwolf utf us your brothel Francis." "By what right do you make thii wad assertion?" "From whut Fraueia told mo Ins! night," "But I toll you 1 am Francis," ho said savagely. "Don't I know my .own uuwe?" "If you are the man you assort yourself to bo, where is the pearl riugV" "Host it." "You did not. Yon uevur had it. 1 guw it ou tho fluger of Friuwiu uo lutuj than lutft night," "I tiiiuk you are wad, Donluuul" laid Folix, white with passion, "or else you ukuut bo talking of Felix, who is iu Paris." "Tuutuutvuth will uot »wvu." 11

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