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EVENING PUBLIC LEDGEKr-PHttAliBLPHIA, ITBID4X FEBRUARY 20, 1925)
fjjEMIDDLETEMPLE MURDER
V' A Datective Story by J. S. Fletcher
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fcfkO jou recognize that photograph
wD that of anybody you know?'
?.!&. "liMk nt It well nuil closely."
Hf nnartcroagc put on n special
lMf:,9rtncleH and studied , the pho-
I' v, from several points of view.
M sir" he : snltl nt last with n
& h'lttl' head. "I don't recognise.
"'.li'"
L'fin.n't see In It any rcspmblnnce to
ffmn fou've ever" known V nsked
M;lr, noncl" replied Mr. Quar-
Lare "None whntevcr."
BBS?. ...-it tnl.l Hnariro. laylne the
'v.rflnli on the tabic between them.
& X I wnt you to tell me what
,'iN0i ""' , ,. u.,pti vim knew
ffInQou to descry
Vp- .'l?' .' hn wiiq when he died.
mcd.odU ;.Vo remember
am. of course, quite well
fM?. Quarterpage bi hi. .. ...... v...
to the door- . .,
I can "how 'ou, T)hotoKrat1is of both
i a" they were just before Mnitlnnd's
trial, I have a piioiuKuim i .. .. ....
f'l 0f JInrkct Milcaxtor notabilities
MTO. ...... fnlifii nt a municipal earden
?,, Maltlaml and Chambcrlnyno lire
PT,1' - it ti' heon nut uway 'In a
Set in W drawing room for mnuyJ
?1 vnr. and I've no doubt it's nsl
fresh ns when it was .taken.'
lis left the room and presently re
, ": ...itii n lin-ire mounted nhotogrnnh
Lkleh The i laid on the tnblc before his
j visitor. , ,, , ., ,.nnt
mere you mc, ... "-"; -
Irish, you sec it must bo getting on to
twenty years since tnat was uikch uui
of the drawer that it's been kept lit.
W that's Maitland. And that's
C&'Tnd hinu-elf looking at a
rroiii) of men who stood against an Ivy
MTWed wait in the stiff attitudes in
which photographers arrange masses of
titters. He fixed his attention on the
two feuies Indicated by Mr. tjiin-ter
mm. nnd saw two mcdium-lieight,
rather sturdily built men about whom
there was noiiuus vcij bih.-liu.ij uuuh-
"Um!" ho said, musingly. "Uoth
kjrded." , , ,
"Yes, they both wore beards full
WdV' assented Hr. Quartcrpnge.
"And you see, they weren't so much
ilike. Hut Maitland was a much
darker man than Chambcrlnync, and he
lid, brown eyes, while Chambcrlnyne's
were rather n bright blue."
"Thi removal of a beard makes a
peat'diffcrence," remarked Spargo. He
looted nt the photograph of Maitland
in the grou;"comparing it with that of
Jlarbury which he had taken from his
nwki-t. "And twenty years makes a
difference, too," he added musingly.
"To borne people twenty years mattes
i vast difference, sir," said the old
'jentlernau. "To others it makes none
I haven't chnnged much, they tell me.
during the last twenty years. Hut I've
known meu change age, ulmost be
yond recognition in .five years.' ,It de
pends, sir, on whnt tlicy go through."
Spargo suddenly laid aside the photo -
graphs, put his hnuds in his' pockets anil
looked steadfastly at Mr. Qunrtcrpage.
"Look here!" he said. "I'm coins
to tell you what I'm after, Mr. Quarter
page. I'm sure you've heard all about
what's known as the Middle Tcmp.e
murder the Jlarbury case?"
"Yes, I've read of it," replied Mr.
Qunrttrpugc.
Have you read the accounts of it jn
Ey paper, the Watchman.'' asked
pargo.
Mr. Quartemace shook his head.
. "I've only read one newspaper, sir,
dnce I was a young man," ho replied.
'I take the Times, sir we alwnvs took
t, aye, even -in the days when news
papers were taxed."
cry good." said Spargo, "but per
ups I enn tell you a little more thnu
ou ve read, for I've been woikinir mi
fiat case ever since the body of the
iin known as John Marbury was
und. Now, if you'll just give me
our attention, I'll tell you the whole
lory from that moment until now.
And bpargo, brieily, succinctly, re
old the story of the Jlarbury cae from
he lirst instant of his mvn rnnnM-tinn
with it until the discovery nf tlm !1.
er ticket, and Mr. Quarterpage lis
tened in rapt attention, noddinir his
head from time to time as the vniinirop
oin made his points.
Anu now, Mr. -Quarterpage," con
,cmded Spargo, "this is the point I've
e to. l believe that the- man who
came to tlm At.f.ln-Or,n,,t TTnf.,i ti.
Marbury and who was undoubtedly
murdered in Middle Temple Lane that
night was .lolin Maitland I haven't
a doubt about it after learning what
sou tell me about the silver ticket. I've
found out a great deal that's valuable
here, and I think I'm getting nearer
to a wlution of the mystery. That is,
of court?, to iind out who murderwi
Joun Maitland, or Marbury. What
Spargo.
you have told mo nbout the Chamber
laync affair has led mo to think this
here .may have been people, or n per
son in 'London, who was anxious to
get Marbury, as we'll call him, out of
the way. nnd who somehow encountered
lilm that night unxlous to silence him,
I mean, because of the .Chambcrlnync
affair. And I wondered, as there is
so much mystery about him, and as he
won't give nny nrcount of himself, if
this man Aylmore wns renlly Chnmber
lnyne. Yes, I wondered thntl Hut Ayl
more h n tnll, finely imilt limn, quite
six feet in hclghtl nnd his benrd, though
it's now getting grizzled, has been very
dnrk, and Chnmbcrlnyno, you sny, was
a medium-sized, fair man with blue
eyes."
"That's so, sir," assented Mr. Quar
terpage. "Yes, a middling-sized man,
and fair very fair. Deary me, Mi,
Spargo this is n revelation, And yon
really think, sir, that John Maitland
and John Marbury arc one nnd the
same peroi(?"
"I'm sure of it, now," said SpnrgO.
"I sec it in this way. Maitland, on
his release, 'went out to Australia, nnd
there he stopped. At last he comes
back, evidently well-to-do. He's mur
dered the very day of his arrival. Ayl
more is the only man who knows any
thing of him Aylmore won't tell nl!
he knows, that's lint. Hut Aylmore's
admitted thnt he knew him at some
vague date, say from twenty-one 'to
twenty-two or three years ago. Now,
where did Aylmoro know him? Ho says
In London. That's n vague term. He
won't say where lie won't say any
thing definite he won't even say what
hc,Aylmorc, himself was in those days.
Drfyou recollect auything of anybody,
like Aylmore coming here to see Mait
land, Mr. Quarterpage?"
"I nlon't," answered Mr. Quarter-
page. "Mrutlnnd was a very quiet, re
tiring fellow, sir; lie was about the
quietest man in the town. I ncver're
membcr of such a friend of his as this
Aylmore." from your description of him,
would befnt that time." ,
UKlgiilaltluiHl go un to London
much in those days? asked i
Mr. Quarterpage laughed
"Woll,i now, to show you what n
good memory I have." he said. "I'll tell
ou of something that occurred across
there at the Dragon only a few months
before the Mnltland nffair came out.
There were some of u in there one
evening, and,' for a rare thing, Maitland
'ame in with Chnmberlayne. Chnmbc.
'iyno happened to remark that- he was
"oing up to town next day he was
always to nnd fro and we got talking
nbout London. And Maitland said in
course of conversation .hat he believed
lie was about the only man of his age
in England and, of course, he meant
f his class and means who'-1 never
even seen London ! And I don't think
'e ever went there between that time
and his trial : in fact, I'm sure lie
'idn't, tor if he had, I should have
aril of it."
"Well, that's queer." remarked
Spargo. "It's very queer. For I'm
certain Maitland and Jlarbury arc -one
iiid the snme person. My theorv nbout
that old leather box is that Maitland,
had that carefully planted uetoro his
arrest: that he dug it up when he canje
out of Dartmoor: that he took it off
to Australia with him : thnt he brought
't back with him; and thnt, of course,
he silver ticket nnd the photograph
briil been in .it nil these years.'
Now r- "
"There's the boots fiom the Dragon
at the from door, sir." said a parlor
maid, entering. "lie's brought two
te'esrams for Jlr. Spirgo, thinking h
might want them at once."
CHAPTER XXI
Arrested
SPARGO hurried out to the hall, took
the two telegrams from the boots of
the Dragon, and tearing open the
envelopes, read the messages hastily.
Ho went back to -Mr. Quarterpage. '
"Here's important news." he said us
ho c'osed the librnrv door and resumed
his seat. "I'll rend these telegrams to
you. sir. nnd then we can discuss them
in the lisht of what we've been talkiug
nbout this morning. The first is from
our olhce. 1 told you. wc sent over
Australia for full report about
Marbury at the place he said he hai'eil
from Coo'umbideee. That report's
ust reached the atrhmnn, unit they ve
wired it ou to inc. It's from the chief of
police nt Cooluinbidgce to the editor of
the Watchman, London :
"John Marbury came to Coolum
Mdgee in the winter of 1S0S-S). He wus
unaccompanied. He appeared to be in
nossession of fairly considerable means
nd bought a share in a small sheep
farm from its proprietor, Andrew
Robertson, who is still hero, and who
says that Marbury never told him any
thing about himself except that he had
.emigrated for health reasons and was a
widower.
(CONTlNUEDrOMORROW)
THE GVMPSOh, Minerva
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Copyrlnht, 1920. liV tho Trlhunn Co.
fin Stvtnnn Smith
DREAMLAND ADVENTURES
"JUDITH, THE FAIR DAMSEL"
(Pfinnu nml n;n.t ...... ... rA...'
Wna, inhere Farmvr Strongarm puts
yookid xsc ani Qiant fierCe Fangs
imir icsiH to see icticft is worthy to
ct Ais daughter, Judith, t fair
JiiMjfi. Cooked A'oso meets tico
'Ml lut in puzzled by the third.)
CHAPTER V
The Alarm. rinrli flu-1
PAItMEn STKONGARM, nettling
Himself for a nap in the porch swing,
KJ.Vfin on his face. He was well
K, with the trade he had made
;"? ('lan,t Fierce Fangs, and he was
sure fn.,L.n,i x- ." t t .,
fkl.j . . . " 'use couiun i rneei ine
MaX by BelliDK' I'!"" somethiug ho
Hi.LLwant- Rut the grin of Farmer
l, iL .soon turned into u frown,
fcv l1 i ? wI,lch hB'1 Kone with
itt li ,""' sec urooiieu iosc
tf t. iVi'f haDd ot thc farmer's dnugh-
Srl.t I' ilh,! tbe fair damsel, were chat-
illrtf ?uAlly ?mon,f themselves over the
brfHk 9roolcl Nose, and their racket
In, , farmer awake.
t,?,farm' turned and he tossed and
ehittj ted- b.ut t,1(! chatter, chatter,
bird rUV 'uilcr ond l0U,iX as the
SJ'US WatehpH Por.. run., i n..i..i
test PP,til?,ovIc,r hw to meet the third
Ith Vnnlly l armcr Strongarm sat up
w?nan angry shout.
be ihoni08,??1 bIrdS out of here'"
tbl rtSfS?.' t IIow can 1 Bleep amW n'l
bird. a. n ,shoutcd so louiy tllu
H ". awu; in " lmrry and Farmer
,7Mm "sain settled down for his
Pi
Farmer Strongarm was fast asleep,
but at Judge Owl's fierce shrieking hoot
he sat up in startled alarm.
"Hoity-toity! What's that?" yelled
Farmer Strongarm.
"Ho! Hoo! Too! Too!" screeched
Judge Owl.
' "Got away from here. Go home to
your woods and let mc sleep," bhouted
Farmer Strongarm. Now Crooked Nose
began to cry out like a huckster selling
vegetables :
."An alurm clock for sale! Who
wants to buy a fine owl alarm clock for
only fifty cents?"
"I don't want your owl alarm clock.
Take him away and let mc sleep,"
growled Strongarm, settling down again
and closing his eyes, for he was very,
M'ry drowsy.
Then onco more Judge Owl screeched :
'illoo! Hoo! Too! Too!"
Up jumped Farmer Strongarm, but
before ho could let out a single yell
Crooked Nose gave his huckster cry :
"An alarm clock for sale. The finest
owl alarm clock in thc world. He'd
wake up even a sleepy schoolboy ou Sat
urday morning. Only tyventy-five
cents!"
"Go away! I don't want that owl
alarm clock. I want to sleep," shouted
the fauuer. Then again ho settled
down.
"Hoo! Hoo! Too! Too!" screeched
Judge Owl, tind Farmer Strongarm
bounced about in a rage.
"Buy this fine owl ulurm clock,"
called out Crooked Nose. "Ho will
not let any one sleep. Huy my owl
alarm clock,, only ten cents."
.'I!ll buy your old owl just to get
rid of him." ragedvFarmcr Strongarm,
nnd he threw a, ten-cent picco at
Crooked Nose. Just then Billy enme
strolling around tho corner of tho
house.
"Hoo! Hoo! Too! Toot" screeched
,'udgo Owl.
"My, what n fine! owl. I wish I bad
him," said Billy.
"I don't want him. You can have
hlin. Take him awuy, ko I can sleep,"
ted lSZ Biave,n 1ulel chuckle and clap-
t iand8-. Farmer Strongarni's
late V.; i 1olso o tllc Mrds had put
bewhu.' ho, td not wnnt- Q'flckly
?& JIT her bchemo to o others.
to hL'r pnrt, ! i'eggy's plan was
"ll as :l V,rookei1 No6e 'lisgulso him-
He itni i , ,hl,d onco wfn to a party.
A eShh f.a.Ce w,lh coac 8rounds
khawh Up hls twlsted no" wit" "
to call8??.011 5?r? f Peggy's plan was
y Um perch n A '", oods and touted farmer Strongarm, burying bis
N. who wtV.? p.st ''''e Crooked hcM Jd tht pillows of thc porch awing.
AVhpn "".t-eross-legged on tho layn. ..Ah. ha !" cried Crooked Nose' hold-
.V.ttll
J?4 Judith hl,i V.. yi Icggy, T,Uy Ins "P tho u'm "nd throwing off the
9.l begin M"18 Dd J'ldse gypsy dress. "I have met the test und
i i..,;au 10 Hoot ns lnnillv nm nu r;,.i '.... i.i ,l ...f
diimmu
Wdi. '
"Hoo!
as though he were lost in tho
li
Too! 'Pnnl'
a train whistle,
ho
sold you something you do not want.
Give your onughtcr luir to mc,"
(In tomorrow's chapter Crooked
Nose oe?j the fourth and latt teat.)
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CopyrlKht, 1820. by Public T.edcer Co.
By Hayward
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