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Are you tired, nerv ous-feel all unstrung and don't know what b wrong? Then give some thought to your kidneys. Be sure they function proper ly for functional kidney disorder per mits excess waste to stay in the blood, and to poison and upset the whole system. Use Doan's Pills. Doan's are for the kidneys only. They are recommended the world over. You can get the gen uine, time-tested Doan's at any drug store. WEDNESDAY —11— My sleep Tuesday night was so soft and sweet—it was the rock garden I am sure which produced this result—that when Sarah Darbe brought my tray.,into my room, I was conscious first of self-reproach. I thought at once of Bessie. "Oh Sarah,” I exclaimed, "I feel more like myself today than I have since Saturday. How did Bessie sleep?” “Not at all well, Mrs. Avery," Sarah declared. “Whatever it was that Doctor Geary gave her, it wasn’t strong enough. She sort of dozed off the first part of the night, but she waked up before midnight and I think she walked the floor the whole rest of the night Inside something seemed to break off from my psychology and disappear in the depths of my mind. As though that mind-slide revealed a writing on a wall, con viction took hold of me, held me close. “Something will be done, Sarah. Call up Doctor Geary at once and tell him that Bessie slept no better last night than the night before. Tell him to come again.” After Hopestlll had departed for tennis with Caro and after Sylvia and Nancy Burton had withdrawn to their favorite playground, I found myself sitting idly in a chair, waiting. It was no use to start working in my old garden. It was no use to start working in my new garden. For I knew that the instant I got started, Patrick O’Brien would arrive. I did. not mind his coming day after day like this. I welcomed it And so, all I said when Patrick came into the room, was, “Good morning, comrade! I’ve been waiting for you.” For the first time, Patrick showed signs of inward stress. His face was as fresh as ever, but his eyes looked a little hollow. “Is there anything new today?” I asked. “I’m giving my whole thought now to finding out who it was, if any one, hiding in the bushes when Margaret Fairweather left the Spinney. If I can lay my hands on that guy, I think I’ve got the thing sewed up. You see, it’s getting pret ty close to midnight now. I’ve been over Mattie Stow’s list backwards, forwards, sidewards and every which way. I’ve been over the list of people who live on the Head, similarly. I’ve talked with every member of the force until they’ve begged me to Jay oft them. They saw Tony’s car come over the Head and saw it go back. They saw Walter Treadway and Molly leave in her car. They did not see them come back. And there you are. Nobody has mentioned see ing Margaret—except Tony. But that was easy enough. The force didn’t extend down to her house and she, all in black and the moon behind a cloud, could easily enough slip along the road into the path which led into your Spinney. I’m going around in circles, Mary. Nothing I think of makes sense.” “No," I agreed, “nothing has seemed to make sense so far and yet every day something occurs that makes the whole situation a little clearer.” ibs. x minx ox mat a lot. Ana It helps to think of it” At this precise moment Sarah entered the room. There was a strange look on her face. For the first time in my life I saw Sarah Darbe frightened. “Mrs. Avery,” Sarah said, "Bes sie has just asked me to ask you if she could come in and talk with you and Mr. O’Brien.” I looked for what seemed a long interval straight into Sarah’s eyes. By this time, Sarah had got her self under control. Never has that affectionate gaze met mine with so neutral an expression. "Tell her to come ini” Patrick and I said together. In a moment the two girls ap peared in the doorway. I had been shocked by Bessie's appearance the day before, but 1 was doubly shocked now. Her face had gone dead. “Sit down, Bessie," I said. Sarah Darbe started to leave the room. “Don’t go, Sarah!" Bessie screamed and then immediately re verting to her normal soft-voiced accents, “Can Sarah stay with me, Mrs. Avery? It will make it so much easier for me.” "Of course Sarah can stay,” I agreed. "Sarah, you sit on the couch beside Bessie. I don’t have to warn you, I am sure, that you must not speak unless Mr. O’Brien addresses you.” "Oh I understand perfectly,” Sar ah Darbe assured me. “You have something to tell me, Bessie," Patrick said in his kind est tone. He smiled. Never is Patrick so Celtic as wh£n he smiles. I have never known a man to be so beguilingly winsome. I could see Bessie relax a little. "Yes, Mr. O’Brien,” she faltered. - “Well, now,” Patrick said in a wheedling tone, "tell me your story in your own way. Take all the time you want. Don’t be fright ened. 1 feel quite certain nothing’s going to happen to you, Bessie. I see you think you can tell me something that will help me in this matter. I hope you can assist me, for Bessie, I need help. It is strange—” he went on. Patrick was rambling, but deliberately rambling. I saw that he was try ing to put Bessie at her ease. “—how important little things are sometimes in matters of this kind how unimportant big things. Your story as a whole may not mean anything. And yet there may be one tiny fact that will point to oth ers and they will point to still oth ers, and before we know it—bingo —the whole mystery is solved. So Bessie, as I said, tell your story in your own way, but don’t leave out anything. Don’t leave out things that you think are unimportant” By the time Patrick had finished this address, Bessie was, I could see, a little reassured. She was ready to talk. “Yes, Mr. O’Brien," she agreed in a faint voice. "You see, Mr. O’Brien, what I have to tell you and Mrs. Avery happened a long time ago—oh in the spring. It was Decoration day. I didn’t say any thing about it because, happen ing so far back, it didn’t seem to me that it had anything to do with —what happened to Doctor Blaikie. But I got to thinking about it nights and it worried me and worried me and worried me. I couldn’t sleep. Doctor Geary gave me some medi cine, but it didn’t help any. I’ve got to tell somebody! I’ve got to! I’ve got to!" her voice ended on a wail, but it had grown shriller. Sarah reached out and took her hand; she held it the rest of this session. Patrick spoke at once, •‘There! There! There!” He soothed Bes sie exactly as though she were a teething baby. “That’s all right It’s all gone now. You’re going to tell us what’s on your mind and to night you’ll sleep like a* top. Doc tor Joe won’t have to give you anything tonight.” As though this inspirited her, Bessie started her narrative, fair ly composed too. “On Decoration day I went with Big Hattie in her car to the cemetery in Marsh bank. She had some flowers to put on her mother’s grave. About four, we stopped at the Cutter house. Big Hattie wanted to see Jennie Snow for a moment—that’s Mrs. Cutter’s maid. When she got there she found that her cousin was call ing on Jennie. She stopped to talk with her. I couldn’t stay, be cause Sarah and I were going to the early movies, so I started to walk home. Instead of going by the road I cut across lots because it saved time. Well, as I came through Mr. Day’s woods towards Locust Lane I heard voices—loud voices. I listened and I recognized the voices right off. They were Doctor Blaikie and Walter Tread way. Well, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to listen to white folks fighting and I didn’t want to step out onto the road so’s they’d know I was there and I didn’t want to go back. So I stopped jess where I was and waited for them to go by.” “They were walking then,” Pat rick put in. “Had they stopped?” “Yes, walking and talking at first,” Bessie answered. “Then they stopped where they was. But they kept right on talking. Their voices was pretty loud. I couldn’t help hearing every word they said.” “One moment Bessie,” Patrick interrupted again, "you say it was Doctor Blaikie and Walter Tread way. Are you sure?” “I saw them,” Bessie said with finality. “They passed right by me. They didn’t see me. They was looking at each other. But I saw them plain as could be.” “You’re sure?” Patrick said qui etly. “‘I’m sure,” Bessie replied. “Go on!” Patrick ordered. "Well, I think they was talking about Miss Molly,” Bessie went on. “They didn’t mention Miss Mol ly's name but it couldn’t have been anybody else—from what they said. As I stopped. Mr. Treadway was speaking. He said, ‘You’ll never marry her. By God, you’ll never marry her!’ Doctor Blaikie says, says he, ‘And how are you going to prevent it? You know what I can do.’ And Mr. Treadway says, says he, ‘I don’t know how I’m going to provent it All I know is that I am going to prevent it—if I have to kill you, Aco Blaikie!' Doctor Blaikie ■ays, says he, *You haven’t the guts to kill anything, Walter, and you know itl * ” My mind snapped back to Wal ter's well-known tenderness so far as animals were concerned. He was the only boy in his group who would not hunt “Mr. Treadway said, said he, 'You’d be surprised what I could kill to save her from you. And I’ll do it if it’s necessary!’ Then they went past me down the road and I couldn’t hear a single word more, but those words seemed to burn into me. Yes, they burned in. I’ve never been able to forget them. When Doctor Blaikie was found murdered, of course I thought of them at once. I didn’t want to tell anybody. I was afraid it would get Mr. Treadway into trouble. But I had to tell. I couldn’t go through what I was going through any long er.” Patrick's first comment was an oblique one. “Now you feel bet ter, Bessie,” he said, “don’t you?” ‘I sure do, Mr. O’Brien,” Bessie agreed; and indeed her whole tense figure had begun to relax; the tight ness was flowing out of her look. Patrick asked Bessie many ques tions, but he approached them by circuitous routes. He threw in com ments by the way. He even told stories. By the time he had fin ished, one of Bessie’s dimples had actually reappeared. But he man aged to make Bessie tell her story three times and he had not man aged to shake her in any detail. That brief conversation between Ace and Walter had indeed “burned” into her. “Well, now I guess you can go back to the kitchen," Patrick con cluded. “If you think of anything further, please tell it to me. Other wise, put it out of your mind. I think you’ll sleep all right tonight” "And now, Mary,” Patrick turned to me, ’Tve got to get Wal ter and Molly over here.” Patrick and I sat in complete si lence the few minutes that, after Patrick’s telephone call, it took Walter and Molly to get to my house. Brief as the distance was, they came in their car. Automat ically I wondered, as I had so often wondered before, if the younger generation would ultimately lose the — i i tm\ —LJ They Saw Tony’s Car Come Over the Head and Saw It Go Back. use of its legs. But that wonder merely filled the surface of my mind. Underneath I was thinking so many things that virtually I thought of no one thing. My thoughts cut and slashed and jagged each other in their maniacal way of the last few days. Over them all too, like the poison gas over a modern battlefield, hung a cloud of sick foreboding. The effect of my sweet night’s sleep seemed to dis appear. Again I felt myself trem bling on a huge abyss. What Patrick thought, I don’t know. He sat with his head back, gazing at the ceiling of the room, his face blanked with his grimmest expression. Presently Molly’s roadster curved up to the door. “There they are!” Patrick exclaimed. Sarah ushered the Treadways in. It seemed to me that day that, every time I saw Molly Eames— Molly Treadway I mean—she was more beautiful than the last time I saw her. Something splendid had flowed into her psychology. Of course I know now that it was the certainty that she and Walter be longed to each other forever. Al most as definitely but not quite so obviously, Walter too had be come another person. Happiness seemed to have cleared all kinds of mists from his mind. He walked with a different step. He met one’s eye with a different look. Authority—that was it Authority as definite as a golden aura exuded from him. “Sit down, children,” I said. “Patrick wants to talk with you.” I myself did not sit down. “1 think perhaps I’d better leave you alo.ie.” Involuntarily, Patrick made a re straining gesture. He started to speak and then apparently thought better of it He looked inquiringly at the Treadways. . “Oh no, Aunt Mary,” Molly re monstrated. "Oh no!” There was unfeigned emphasis in that second so. And Walter reinforced her with, “Please stand by, Aunt Mary! We aeed you.” “Of course I’ll stay then.” I sat down making myself and that huge uproar in my psychology as quiet as possible. Patrick began, “Walter, when was the last time you came to Satuit, previous to your coming this time?” Walter answered without hesita tion, "Not quite three months ago, I should say. Oh, I can tell you exactly. It wte Memorial day.” “How long did you stay that time?" “Just a day!” “Did you spend the night?” "No. I came in my car by night and I returned to New York by night” “Did your people know you were here " “No.” "You didn’t see them at all?” “I saw them, but they didn’t see me.” “Where?” “I came up to the house at night and peeked in the windows. I want ed to see if mother looked all right” I wondered why Patrick was ask ing questions so far from the mark. But I knew he had his own circuitous way of approaching the thing he wanted most to know. I waited. “Did you see Molly?” "Yes. I had two reasons for coming. One was to see Molly and I did see her.” “When did you see Molly?" “She met me at the Marshland station. She came over on the nine o’clock train. We drove the whole morning long and had lunch together. Then she went back on the 2:20 train.” “She came back to Satuit alone?” “I wasn’t with her.” "Where did you go then?” “Well, I told you that I had two objects in coming to Satuit. The first was to see Molly and the sec ond was to see Ace Blaikie. When I put Molly on the train for Satuit, I went back there myself in my car.” "Did you see Ace?” "Yes, I had an appointment with him.” “How had you made that ap pointment?” “By mail.” • “Can you remember what you said in the letter?” "Not exactly. It was brief—only a few sentences. In effect, I wrote that there were some things I must discuss with him and that I would meet him in some quiet place where we could talk privately. I asked him not to tell my people that I was coming. That was all, I think.” "Where did you meet Ace?” “In Locust Lane.” “And what time?” “Half past three in the after noon.” “You two men were alone?” “As far as I know.” “Molly did not join you?” Walter gave a swift dissenting nod of his head. “Was your talk with Ace amica ble?" A sardonic smile brought strange havoc to Walter’s pleasant look. "Quite the contrary.” “How would you yourself describe your interview?” Walter considered the matter with an appearance of great con scientiousness. “I would say that in psychology it was characterized by all the emotions and in diction by all the phrases of two men who were ready to beat* each other’s faces off.” “I get you perfectly,” Patrick commented. “In other words, you had an argument” “Yes.” Patrick let silence seep into the room for a considerable interval. Then he said, “I’ve got to do some thing now, that I don’t any more enjoy doing than you’ll enjoy hav ing me do. I hate to ask the ques tions I’ve got to ask. Of course, you know as well as I do, what my first question is going to be. I want to ask you what you and Ace were quarreling over.” Something apparently leaped sud denly into his mind for he turned like a shot to Molly. “Molly,” he said, “I must remind you that as Walter’s wife, you would not be compelled by any court of law to give testimony that concerned him.” “But I want to tell everything,” Molly replied with her splendid can did fearlessness. “If there’s any detail which Walter can’t remem ber and I can, I shall be very glad to supply it to you.” “Ace and I,” Walter said, "were talking about Molly.” “You had quarreled and were quarreling about Molly?” Patrick suggested. “Yes, we had! We were!” Walter stopped short and looked at Molly. She looked at him. For a perceptible interval, the glances from those two pairs of young eyes interlocked. 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