The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa on February 23, 1934 · Page 11
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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 11

Mason City, Iowa
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Friday, February 23, 1934
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FRIDAY/FEBRUARY 23, 1934 THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY KELLER WHO SAID MAXE MA.N- NEVER SAV) OSSie! ONCE A VEAfi. OSS1E PRIMM BUYS A NECK, TIE- THE ONl-X T1NVE ITS Eve S THE DAV MC GUVS IT -THEM "7MB CLERK TIES IT Fofc HIM SMILES CHAPTER 41 It was. Raoul's pleasure to dole out hia revelations and watch the expressions of his listeners. His eyes were sparkling. "But what can you mean?" asked the marquis. "I myselt saw the wound with my own eyes! . . There was never any doubt that ahe was murdered. Who did it?" Raoul raised a hand heavenwards, ancl replied: "Perseus!" "What the devil do you mean?" "You asked ' me who committed thn crime. I reply in all seriousness: Perseus!" And he added: "Now, please be good enough to follow me to the ruins." Jean d'Erlemont. did not immediately comply with Raoul's request. He seemed to hesitate, and was visibly upset. "Are we really nearing the end o£ the mystery?" he wanted to Itnow. "I've spent BO much time trying to solve it--I've suffered agonies at not being able to avenge Elisabeth! . , . Can we really be going to learn the truth about her death?" "I've discovered it," asserted Haoul convincingly. "And I fancy I can clear up the matter of the lost jewels as well . . ." Antonlne felt certain he could. Her trusting expression proclaimed her perfect faith in Raoul. She squeezed d'Erlemont's hand'so as to ^imbue him with her own confidence. . As for Gorgeret, his face was bntracted to a mask of hatred. His ifouth was net. This was a bitter ^moment for him after all the years he had vainly, tried to solve the mystery, and now to have to bow to the superior knowledge of his odioua rival! He both hoped for and dreaded the success that would mean his own humiliation. Jean d'Erlemont once again trod . the same ground he had traversed with Elisabeth Hornain on that day 15 years ago. Antonine followed close behind him, while Raoul and Gorgeret brought up the rear. By far the calmest of them all was Raoul. He liked to watch the charming girl who walked in front of him, and noticed certain details that distinguished her from Clara: Antonine's carriage was less supple and less graceful, but more natural and unstudied: What it lacked in sinuous grace it gained in general harmony. And what he noticed in her hearing he knew he would also find in her whole manner and even in her features seen close to. Twice, when the path was impeded by undergrowth, Raoul caught up with Anto- nlne and for a moment they walked abreast, but they did not. speak The marquis ascended the steps heading from the garden up to the first terrace, that led right and left to the laurel walk and was dotted here and there with antique urns standing on their time-worn pedestals overgrown with moss He turned left to reach the steep paths and steps that wound In and out of the ruins. Raoul stopped him. "Is this the exact spot where you and Elisabeth Hornain stopped that day?" i The marquis nodded. "Show me exactly." "Here, just where I stand now." "Could they see you from the chateau?" "No. The shrubs have thinned out now through lack of being properly tended, but at that time they were quite impenetrable." "So this is the exact spot where Elisabeth Hornain stood watching you when you turned round at the end of the laurel walk to look back at her?" "It i9." "Can you swear to it?" "Certainly. I can still picture her as she stood there that day, leaning- against this old pedestal, the curtain of greenery falling all around her I can see it clearly--I have forgotten nothing.'" "And as you returned to the garden, did you turn round a second time ?" "Yes, to see her when she should appear out of the avenue." "And did you see her?" "Not immediately, but very soon." "But normally you ought to have seen her at once? she ought to have come out of the avenue by then?" "Why, yes, I sruppose BO," said the marquis. Raoul laughed sofetly to himself. "Why are you laughing?" demanded the marquis. And Antonine leaned forward, tense with anxiety. "I'm laughing because the more complicated a problem is, the more complicated everyone Imagines its solution must be. We never look for a simple explanation, but always pursue the wild and extraordinary. When you came here on your periodical visits, what were you looking for? The jewels?" "No, for I knew they had been stolen. I was trying to find some clew that might help to lead me to the murderer." "And it never by any chance incurred to you that the jewels might not have been stolen?" "Never!" "And it never occurred to Gorgeret or the police either! Funny how people never will ask themselves the right question-" "The very elementary one you have obliged me to ask myself: Since Elisabeth Hornain preferred to sing without her jewels, did she not hide them somewhere?" "Impossible! No one would hide valuable jewels like that out of doors, where anyone passing- might take them." "But who would be passing? You know perfectly well, just as she knew, that everyone was gathered outside the chateau to hear her sing-." "So you think she might have hidden the jewels somewhere?" "Yes, Intending- to retrieve them when she came down from the ruins after singing." "But when she was killed, when we all rushed to her, mirely we should have found them?" "Not necessarily . . . if she had hidden them somewhere where thev were Invisible." "But where?" "In this old urn, for instance which was just beside her, and fillet with growing plants. She had only to stand on tiptoe, stretch up, and let the jewels fall inside on the earth at the bottom. A very normal thing to do--the urn furnished a temporary cache for the jewels, one that only fate and human stupidity rendered so final." "What do you mean by final?" "Why, the plants that grew In thp urn have withered away, their leaves rotted until a layer of vegetable mould has covered up the secret, rendering it the safest possible hiding place." Both d'Erlemont and Antonine remained silent, much impressed by his calm assurance. Then the marquis spoke: "You seem very positive." "That'3 because I'm sure of what I say--anyway, it's easy enough for you to verify my words." The marquis hesitated for a moment. He had grown very pale. Then he stood on tiptoe and stretching up, thrust a hand inside the urn, searching the sodden mould that time had deposited at the bottom of it. At last he murmured in a trembling voice: "Yes . - . they're here . . . I can feel the necklaces . . . Oh, God, when T think that she once Wore these things!" NEED MONEY: PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, autos, persona! property or anything of value to persons who have steady employment LOANS DP TO 8300 Pay back in monthly Instnllments. LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. L. 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