Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 145: what you’re looking at

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DUST TO DUST. “The butler, George.” was apparently on the point of continuing, but checked himself and waited, still eying his questioner with*grave attention. “What did he say to you?” The dis- trict attorney flashed a quick glance toward the counsel for the defense as though in anticipation of an objection, but Matthew Rowe smiled broadly and inclined his head in seemingly amused assent. “TY spoke first,” the doctor replied. “I asked him where my patient was and he said: “ Upstairs, sir. Dll show you! He led me to a bedroom on the third floor. Mr. Hamersley was lying there, dead.” “Was any one in the room with the body?” “ Yes, sir. thew Rowe.” “Ah!” The district attorney paused for emphasis. “ Mr. Matthew Rowe, the senior counsel for the defense whom you see before you?” “Yes, sir.” Dr, Van Tuyl’s gently cour- teous tone did not change a shade, but his meaning was unmistakable. “‘ Mr. Matthew Rowe, the attorney for two generations of the Langham family.” Annie the maid and Mr. Mat- Dr. Van Tuyl. 927 “What was Mr. Matthew Rowe doing?” — The question came with peremptory haste. “When I entered the room where Mr. Hamersley’s body lay? beside it, looking down.” = Who spoke first?”’ “ Annie the maid. 1 “4o not recall exact- ly what she said, it wat merely an ejacula- tion: ‘ Here’s the doctor!’ Just something like that. He was standing body to examine it volver.” “ What revolver?” “One that was lying almost beneath Mr. Hamersley’s right hand.” “ May it please the court I should like to introduce this weapon as evidence.” The district attorney suddenly produced, with an effective flourish, the revolver which Then If saw the re- Claudia had last seen in the hand of Niles Hamersley as his body fell and a little quiv- er ran over her, but in the slight pause that followed Quincey Dreyer leaned toward her. “ There’s our new witness.” reached her ear alone. the defense!” TO BE CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK U U SUPPLICATION LOTHO, you who sit and spin Sorrow’s web for me— Gossamer the threads and thin— Will you never weave therein Aught but tragedy? Lachesis, whose skillful hand Guides the flax so fine! Can it be you have not planned One gay filament or strand : In my life’s design? - Atropos, who must some day Cut the thread! Forbear, For a little yet, I pray, Till some color with the gray Has been woven there! < = MM. azie V. ‘Caruthers. Mr. Rowe looked at me then _ and said: ‘ This is a frightful thing, doctor!’ — I didn’t answer, but knelt down beside the ~The words _ “The witness for = eSUED OOS: - —— = = ae