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Out of the Darkness
By CHARLES J. DUTTON
Illustrations by Irwin Myers
Oopyriafct 1822 by Dodd. Maad A Co^ Inc.
"DEAD—WHY—HOW?"
John Bartley, noted criminal In-
vestigator, recently returned from
Secret Service work during the
war, Is ask#d by the governor of
New York to Investigate a mys-
terious attempted robbery of the
Robert Slyke home at Circle Lake,
near Saratoga, and to establish the
guilt or Innocence of two men in
the penitentiary for the crime. A
miscarriage of Justice Is suspected.
Bartley finds In It the restaging of
an old case, is Interested and agrees
to solve the qiyStery. With his
friend, Pelt, a newspaper man,
Bartley goes to Clrole Lake, the
pair becoming the guests of Bob
Currie, an old friend. The three
visit the Slyke home. Slyke re-
sents Bartley’s coming, saying he
Is satisfied the two men In prison
are guilty. Bartley Is not. Next
morning Slyke Is found dead In
bed, apparently having shot him-
self. Miss Potter, the dead man’s
sister-in-law, the village police
chief, Roche, and the family phy-
sician, Doctor King, all agree Slyke
killed himself, but Bartley Insists
he was murdered. Investigating,
Bartley finds evidence that Slyke,
after a card party he had given,
was shot on the tower of the house,
undressed, and placed In bed. Dur-
ing his absence from the room
someone removes the revolver
from Slyke’s hand. A boy working
in the garage asserts he heard a
AX! LX*'- ---------—-------
shot during the night, apparently
"in the air,” of course really on
the tower.
CHAPTER IV—-Continued.
I scanned the two cards he gave
me and then those on the table. The
pack was an ordinary one, such as Is
sold for a dollar. Not only the de-
signs on the backs were the same, but
the texture of the cardboards as well.
“Do you realize what that shows?”
asked Bartley.
“That the cards we found In the
tower are from the pack on this
table.”
“Yes! They may have been dropped
up there by the murderer, or they
may have been placed there to make
us believe that someone in the poker
party had committed the crime.”
“Why couldn’t it have been done,”
I . suggested, “by someone In the
party?”
He was thoughtful for a second or
two, then slowly shook his head. “Of
course, it might have been, but I think
that the odds are against It This is
no ordinary crime, though some one
wanted us to think It was a common-
place suicide. The criminal was
afraid, however, that we might dis-
cover it to be murder and prepared
for that emergency.”
“How do you make that out?” I
asked, astonished.
“An ordinary criminal” — Bartley
spoke so softly that Miss Potter could
not hear—“would never have taken
all the trouble involved in undressing
Slyke and placing him in bed. That
was intended to give the idea of sui-
cide; but, as the murderer knew there
was a chance of some one suspecting
that it was murder, he took the cards
from the table and placed them where
we could find them. He knew that the
finding of cards in the tower would
throw suspicion upon everyone pres-
ent at the game. It is to me only an
additional link In evidence that proves
it was not suicide.”
Roche returned, bringing with him
the butler, three women and a boy.
None of them could give us any in-
formation of value. Bartley soon dis-
missed them.
After they had gone, Bartley turned
to the boy who, from the excited way
he was wriggling, evidently wanted
to say something. It came out with
an eagerness that was almost laugh
able.
“I heard a gun last night,” he cried.
“You did?” asked Bartley, startled
for a second
The boy nodded eagerly.
“Yes, sir. Last night, sir.”
Bartley placed his hand on the
boy’s shoulder. “Where were you
when you heard the shot? What time
was it?”
“Well, sir,” the boy began, “you see,
I work out in the garage, wash the
cars and such things. I sleep over it
and eat in the kitchen. Last night,
you know, we had the big car out to
take some of the gentlemen home that
were at the card party. When the
chauffeur got back I washed the car.
The chauffeur? We stared inquir-
ingly at each other, and Bartley said
sharply to Roche, “Where is he?”
Roche looked confused and shame-
faced, then hurried from the room,
and Bartley resumed his examination
of the boy.
“You said you were washing the
car. What then?”
“Yes, sir. I was washing the car.
It was after twelve o’clock and it
took some time. Then I smoked a
cigar a man had given me and went
to bed. Just after I crawled in, about
half-past one, I guess, I heard a shot.
Not very loud, but it was a shot, all
right.”
“Where did It seem to come from?”
Bartley asked.
The boy scratched his head for a
moment and looked a bit foolish as
he replied. “It’s funny, but .it seemed
to be up in the air near the house.”
Bartley threw me a quick glance
This fitted in with his theory that
Slyke had been killed on the balcony
of the tower. If that theory was right
and the shot that the boy had heard
was the one that had killed Slyke. he
would naturally think that the Bound
came from the air. I wondered if
the boy could tell us anything else
of value.
“Did you get out of bed to see if
you could discover where the shot
came from?”
“No, sir, I did not; but, if I had
known that Mr. Slyke had killed him-
self, you bet your life I would.”
From his answer I judged that the
servants did not yet know that their
employer had been murdered. At least,
this boy did not know. He had told
us all he knew about the crime, and
was soon sent from the room. Only
Miss Potter and the butler now re-
mained to be examined.
Roche returned, looking more
shamefaced than ever. “I’m sorry,
Mr. Bartley, but I can’t find him. No
one has seen the chauffeur, and he
doesn’t seem to be anywhere about
the place.”
Bartley accepted his statement with
a shrug of disappointment, and
turned his attention to the butler.
He was a man of about fifty-five,
tall, with a rather thin face of the un-
emotional kind common to butlers.
Though he refused to meet Bartley’s
eyes, he did not seem to be in the least
nervous. What had taken place that
night he evidently accepted as some-
thing he could not help and need not
worry over.
Bartley asked him first about the
men that were at the card party. To
my surprise the butler said he was
unable to give the names of all the
men, though he knew most of them.
Bartley took down in a little red
notebook the names of such men as
he could remember. Then he asked
suddenly, “And what was the name
of the man that stayed after the
others left?”
The question seemed to surprise the
butler, but he answered, “Mr. Law-
rence, sir, the lawyer from Saratoga.
Mr. Slyke asked him himself to re-
main after the others had gone. He
went with him up to1 Mr. Slyke’s
room and stayed there a few mo-
ments. I myself waited here in a
chair to let him out and lock up. I
did not have to wait long; not more
than ten minutes or so.”
Bartley glanced at the stairs. “Did
Mr. Slyke come down, with Mr. Law-
rence?” he asked.
“No, sir. I never saw Mr. Slyke
again.” <He paused, then added slow-
ly, “That, is, alive.”
“And you did not hear the revolver
shot, the one the boy heard?”
“No, sir, I did not.”
I felt that he was carefully choos-
ing his words and was not giving any
more information than he had to. I
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She Was a Handsome Girl, With
Beautiful Red Hair and the Creamy
White Skin That Goes With It.
wondered what it was that he was
holding back. Bartley’s next ques-
tion and the answer that it brought
proved that I was right.
“Did you see or hear anything last
night out of the way?”
The butler was so long In answering
that the question had to be asked a
second time.
We were getting impatient«before
he said, “I heard nothing suspicious,
but I saw—”
He paused, and Bartley urged, “You
saw what?”
The butler glanced from Bartley to
the woman in the chair. Miss Potter
was looking at him with a curious ex-
pression on her face, one. not of fear
but of wonder, as if she were curious
to know what his statement meant.
After glancing at her, he turned to
Bartley and said apologetically, “Why,
sir, I don’t know if what I saw was
anything out of the way. I would not
have thought of It again if Mr. Slyke
had not been found dead. When I got
to bed, I began to wonder* if I had
locked the windows. We were rather
fussy about them since the robbery.
The more I thought of it the less sure
I was; so I got up and was starting
to go down into the living room when
I saw Miss Ruth, dressed la a long
coat, going into her room,”
Miss Patter gasped and asked the
butler In great astonishment, “But,
Robert, how can you say that! You
know Miss Ruth was not at home last
evening. She spent the night at Sara-
toga. She has not returned yet”
For a second no one spoke. Bart-
ley’s eyes went from the butler to the
woman and back again. We all won-
dered what his next question would
bo, but we never found out Sud-
denly, from above us, a girlish voice
called, “Who is talking about me?”
Astonished, we all turned and
looked in the direction from which
the voice had come. On the top of
the stairway a young girl of nineteen
years stood looking down at us.
For several seconds 'Miss Potter
seemed unable to believe her eyes,
then she half gasped, “Why, Ruth—
The girl, surprised at the effect her
simple question had made, clutched
her blue silk dressing gown closer
about her and started down the stairs.
It was plain that she had Just gotten
out of bed and had not yet had time
to dress. Her eyes went from one
person to another questloningly. Who
were we, and what were we doing
here?
As she came slowly down the steps
we watched her in- silence. She was
a handsome girl with beautiful red
hair and the creamy white skin that
goes with It. When she reached her
aunt’s side, Miss Potter was still too
astonished to speak and the girl gave
Roche an appealing look. She was
beginning to realize that something
was wrong.
“Have the burglars ' been here
again?” she asked.
Not trusting herself to speak, Miss
Potter shook her head. The girl knew
nothing of the tragedy that had taken
place, evidently, or she would not
have been so carefree. She waited,
and as her aunt did not seem able to
tell her what had happened she turned
again to Roche. After swallowing
hard for a moment or two the chief
stammered out, “Why, Miss Ruth, you
see, we—that Is—well, Mr. Slyke has
been killed.”
The laughing look in her eyes
faded and one of surprise, blended
with horror, took its place. For a sec-
ond, that to me seemed an hour, she
waited, steadying herself by her hand
on the table. Then she asked slowly,
almost spelling out each word, “De-ad
—dead—why—how ?”
Again a silence. No one wanted to
tell her what had taken place. Her
eyes- sought each one of us in turn
and then rested-on Bartley, as if she
recognized that he was in charge. A
glance passed between the two, then
he told her what we had found.
Though the girl had been startled,
I noticed that she was not over-
whelmed with grief. Neither had the
older woman been. In fact we had
yet to hear any word of regret that
Slyke was dead. That the girl’s as-
tonishment at Bartley’s story had
been genuine there was no doubt; still
the butler’s assertion that he had seen
her go into her room when she was
supposed to have been away from the
house had to be explained. Her un-
expected presence here this morning
seemed to add color to his statement.
A glance at her dressing gown with
her nightdress peeping beneath it
showed that she had just come from
her bed. Yet her aunt’s surprise at
her appearance had also seemed genu-
ine.
“Your aunt told us,” Bartley said
to her, “that you were away, spending
the night with a friend; but the but-
ler says he saw you early this morn-
ing going into your own room.”
The girl flushed, as if she realized
the gravity of her position, and sank
into a chair before she answered, “I
did intend to spend, the night with a
friend in Saratoga. On our way home
from a dance at the lake our machine
lost a tire and it took so long to re-
place it that, as we were near the
house I decided to come home. Not
wishing to go through the woods
alone at that hour, I got Uncle Rich-
ard to come with me.”
Seeing that we were puzzled by the
mention of her uncle, she explained
that he was really a cousin of her
stepfather whom she called uncle. He
was a retired clergyman who, during
the summer, lived on the estate in a
little cottage facing the main road
near the entrance to the driveway to
the house. When asked if her uncle
had come into the house with her she
replied that he had not; that he had
only waited long enough for her to
unlock the front door. She herself had
gone directly to her own room, pass-
ing the door of her stepfather’s room,
which had been closed. She had seen
no one and heard nothing. She had
slept until our voices had awakened
her.
“He asked me if I wanted to
buy some Scotch whisky.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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NATURELAND NEWS
There had Just been brought out a
copy of Natureland News which those
who belong to Na-
“Found a Tea
Biscuit.”
tureland bring
out every so
often and which
Is the official pa-
per of Nature-
land.
There are al-
ways interesting
items of news in
the paper and
these are the bits
of news in this
last copy of the
paper:
“Mr. and Mrs.
Spider were seen
spinning their
home web. They
were doing very
nicely when Mrs.
Spider hurried
Mr. Spider out of the way. Gossips
say she is far from being a loving
mate.
Mrs. Spider will live in her new
web and make it her home. She will
stay as far away from other spiders
as possible because she lias no spider
friends she trusts.
In fact, spiders do not trust each
other.
Glover, an old horse of fifty-two
years of age, saw his old keeper—
who had not seen him since Glover
had been but a few years old.
And Clover remembered his old
keeper and kissed him at the tip of
his ear just as had been his special
trick with this keeper long ago.
Clover had not forgotten in all
those years!
The Skua in the Zoo spends most
of his time these days eating fish or
scratching his back.
Both, he says, are delightful ways
of passing the time, and is willing to
give this advice free to any who
wish to accept it. No one need even
write him a note of thanks for it.
He couldn’t read the note if he re-
ceived it.
The Skua, we hope our readers
know, is a cousin of Mr. Sea Gull.
He wears a dark browa suit.
General Sparrow found a tea bis-
cuit upon the lawn the other day.
For some reason or other no other
birds were around. He would have
enjoyed it more if he had had to fight
for it, he states.
Mr. Eagle particularly wishes to an-
nounce that when people tell each
other to “keep an eagle eye” out for
this or that and mean of course to
watch very carefully and as keenly
as they can that half of them don’t
realize what the saying means.
It is all because Mr. Eagle has such
amazingly good eyesight and can see
so clearly and so far away that the
saying first started.
But Mr. Eagle says that many do
not realize what it means.
He says that no one says to keep
a sparrow eye out or a man eye out
when wishing anyone to be very care-
ful to see something. And he wishes
when people use that expression they
would renjember that It was because
of the wonderful eyesight of the
Eagle family that the expression was
started in the first place.
And it Is a saying with sense, he
says.
Mr. Brown Bear says he is put out
because he heard someone say that
she had a friend who was as cross as
a bear.
Mr. Brown bear states that he Is
not cross and that many and many a
bear is as friendly and playful and
pleasant as can be and he does not
like that saying.
If they mean as cross as a polar
bear, why do they not say so?
Mr. Horse of the Fair Farm was
very cool-headed the other day, and
so saved what might otherwise have
been a bad situation. An automobile
started to have trouble and to back
down a hill and then to go into a
bank and during this time he was
on top of the hill
with the wagon
behind him, in
which were the
family.
He did not budge
and It was be-
cause he was so
calm that the
people in the au-
tomobile knew
just what to do.
If the horse had
become excited,
they said, they
could not have
saved themselves
from an accident.
Friends of Mr.
Horse of the Fair
Farm are very
proud to know
«He Is Not
Cross.”
Economy Not Always Victorious.
Economy may be the road to wealth,
but nine-tenths of those who are com-
pelled to travel it never reach the
goal.
him and take this opportunity to ex-
tend to him their congratulations.
The horses belonging to the Mount-
ed Policemen are very grateful for
the many expressions of admiration
they have received. They are glad
they are loved and that they are con-
sidered fine-and handsome. They are
delighted they can help with the city’s
traffic and do so much work. But best
of all are they pleased when they can
help their riders, whom they care for
so much to stop runaways and to
prevent accidents.
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