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Chapter NumberXXXVI
Chapter TitleA STRANGE THING HAPPENS.
Chapter Urlhttp://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article161823775
Full Date1895-07-06
Page Number42
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Newspaper TitleAdelaide Observer (SA : 1843 - 1904)
Trove TitleThe Third Volume
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oaA^TEEXaXVI.

• k araiHOEAHraG ha3pp«nb:

The next moroiug Claude reoeivedA seoond.

letter from Hillisbon stating thetas bis wife

wasill he would he unable Moomedver to Tborston, hot directing the yohag men to so toRoseOpttage at noon; when Mr. Peynton would be ready to reoeiye him; Tait regretted that- be had not been inelnded la the invite

tion^and carefully instructed Tllaude how to Opt dming the interview. .

"i belipvePaynton nan settle the matter"' were hie parting words," so pot lore ont of your head for the time being, and do your best

to extraot the truth." '

"? Anxious to obligeone Who took eo muoh in terest in bis private affaire, Laroher promised to do what he could, and shortly .after 11

started for RoseQottage. As a matter of fnot, ; he need not ha ve gone eo soon, hut he did to in ] the hope of meeting With Jenny. Well

acquainted'as he Was with her movements, hia i ^surmise .proved Correal, for he met the young j lady at'.the^ end of Nightingale-lane. -She

blushed and expressed surprises! the meeting. i But auoh feigmng ia part of love's Comedy. ?

".I did not expeot to see you' here, Mr. i Laroher," she said, alter the first greetings had

passed between them. " Where - are you . going!" --

"I am about tonal! on your father/" ?

"Ttsallyl" Said Jenny with tome perplexity. : and more doubt. "I am afraid youjro on a ; uselois errand. My father sees no one."

" He will see me," replied tllaude, quietly.' " I oome by appointment. Mr, Hilliatohspoks

to your father, with the result that he has agreed to see me."

" Has your visit anything to do with—with ! that novel!" i

"It bat everything to do with it. I with to]

ask Mr. Payntonsome questions in oonneotion with ray father's death. ' "

' " But he knows nothing—nothing," oried Jenny,' vehemently; "he Can tell you nothing. It is Worse than useless for you to apeak tobim on the subject. You will only

make him ilL"

"But I have to speak .to him on another subjeot," said Ulaude, artfully,

Jenny looked up enquiringly, remarked the pasiion in his gaze, and turned away her faoa with a blush. Muoh as ehe would have liked to, she found it impossible to appear ignorant of his meaning.

" It seems to me that I am lhe person to be j first consulted," she said, with a pout.

"Jenny, I"

" Hush t Here is Kerry. See my father first, and then see me. Till then good-by."

She flitted rapidly away, and turned the oorner of the lime as Kerry, more orab-looking than ever, oame up to where Olaude was stand ing. It was then that Laroher saw that the old servant was suffering under some strong emotion. His eyes were brighter than usual, his lips quivered, and he was eo ner vous that he oouid keep neither limbs nor body at rest. Rightly aonneoting this agita tion with his visit, Olaude wisely held his pe&oe, and waited to hear what Kerry had to say.:

"You'll be after seeing the muter, sir," said Kerry, in breathless anxiety. " He is waiting for you, sir, in the garden."

"I was just on my way there, Kerry, and

stopped' to speak for a few minutes' to Miss I Jenny. I am very glad that Mr. Paynton has consented to see me," '

"And you may well be glad, Master ]

Olaude."

" Master Olaude 1" eohoed the young man, stopping short.

" Ob, 'twM a slip of the tongue, sir,"oried Kerry, anxiously. " Don't notioe it, sir. Sure, it's old as I am, and my mind wanders."

"Then you deny that you are Denis Bantry."

"Say nothing of that, air. Let the master ?peak his own mind to you. You'll know soon enough who I am, and that's a faot any

how." j

" I am oonvinoed in my own mind that you are my father's old servant," said Laroher as he resumed his walk, but who your master is I am not so olear."

Kerry shook bis head, and pursed up his lips, as though determined to let no informa tion eso'apa him. They walked along in silence, and it was only when he unlooked the gate in the red briok wall that Kerry again opened his mouth,

'1 Keep silent, sir, if you love me," h« said in alowtoue. " Don't agitate the master. He'll do the speaking, and tell yon all you wish to know. Bedad and mora too."

Laroher nodded end passed into the garden.

The morning was warm and sunny, and the j

colours of the flowers were dazzling in the warm glow, against the white walls of the oot tage. With his hands olasped behind his baok, Paynton paoed meditatively up and down the

path before the bouse,. but stopped as he 1 osught sight of his visitor. Taking off bis hat in tribute to the venerable looks of the old

gentleman, Olaude bowed and waited to be |

addressed. For some" moments Paynton

looked at him in silenoe, with muoh emotion, '

then controlling himself with soma difficultly ]

held out his hand.

" I am glad to see you, Mr.—Mr."

"Laroher, "suggested 01aude,sesiug his host J

at a loss for the name.

"Laroher 1" gasped Paynton with an effort,

"yes—yes! My friend Mr. Hilliston advised | us of your ooming. Let us enter the house. We will have more privaoy there." .

As Olaude knew no one was about in that walled, plaoe but Kerry and the deaf old housekeeper, he wondered what further privaoy was neoesiary; but considering that

Paynton had doubtless good reason for his I notion, he' bowed silently and followed him within as requested.

In a few minutes they were in the hook room. Paynton aeated himself in suoh a posi tion as to plaoe his baok to the strong light shining through the window, and asked Clauds to be aeated in a ohair whioh lacked tbie advantage. In this way Paynton oduld ob serve every Change in the faoe of the visitor, while his own, being in the shadow, was mora diffionlt to read. Laroher saw the manoeuvre, but did not think it necessary to make any objection. In his plaoe Tait would hare aoted differently.

"I am greatly obliged that yon have con sented to eee me," said Olaude, breaking the silence, "for I.em informed that you live a VMySsoleded life."

• ' Rifh true. I aooord you this interview at ths raquest of my friend Mr. HiUieton, bat at thaeame time l may tell yduthstl have my own tenons for granting it."

"X think I oan guess your reasons, Mr. Paynton."

"Nodoubt," replied Paynton, touching i

book on the table; they are not uuoonneoted

wish this novel. You know, of oourse.tha! my I daughter—that Jenny supplied young Linton with the material for'hie piot."

j- "I do. She found the report of ? my t father's murder iu'sdme old newspaper- in this j

?noose."'

. " Did you not think it,attaoge that I should

| bein possession of sudk a report?''. ; r "Naturally I did,"-auswooed Claude, reply-i

....

"Do youthink lijandbito?" „ i C j

voisw. ' ' ' '_ -. * » —® ";*rQeohuray(w

is"inyhur.iBrviw%"nde^

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•'-How do youknow ft#*V , "'-' ~ ?-Why r^isjthe thM volamsbf iJrtirfeb

tW«

mentioned io she 'trud, bat ^iobirlM^ "* Mies Y^ntoniby'ibe man vy on Nsiill, . Nc*j onlytwo persons knew that.» so»rl w*B>pioked^hp;:inAtHB;gr6un4S^^ Laurols'afterthe mnrder, OnewiaHiUist

the other Denis Bahtry. 'Youmnstsiie,;! ....

Paynton that I "can onlybome to bieSbaotufi •ion." • _ - - - ' ---:' jf._v;,

?.'I presume you gotthis informationfram

Hilliaton/' "Bald . Paynton,: in^M^torwti

voioe. "*v . '-t:;"; iS

? " Mr. Hiilieton spoke of i*;''toplibd'OUu3e<' , <SS.utiautly.: He did not intend Bo veyeslitbadPti: ha bad heard of it from bio mother, or-indeeiL'~ to reveal the tviatenoeof Mrs. Laroharuntil? he was anreof bis ground, apd positiveof.

Paynton'e identity. Accepting hie diplomakio~!p5 sue wet in tbsaffirmativ©, Paynton nodded Bind; SHs went on with hit questioning. ' ??"'r"'

' "Youapoke to Kerry on theduWtotf"F4'^rSljJ

"I did.;- But, ns-yop may guess, tfailed." -Jgs • • Naturally. - Kerryis a fsiUifw eetryahtJ^teS

owewore to tin than I "oan everrep&yi;?> PpVgf6§

haMdfA el Irinff^hMtl- t4in m n nl nV'" HAil it All'

here we atetolking about the murder,"*dded .

Payntoh, irrelevantly, "when you wUhtd'S® apeak about Jenny, at 'least so! BMietoh'^tt-jrfts formed me." "? y

"I do wish to apeak of your daughtorV-^ later on," said/Claude with a flushed oheek,; ;

" but in the meantime I amenxlous toooma ^ to auunderetandiogabout"thie prime." - ->

•* Why V said Paynton, ratber dietonoerfcedi cSJ at bit failure to turn the conversation. :' i ?: alV*.

-' fieoauae I have a worn to avenge thadBatb^S

of my father." -?„'????"'?'

•-" That it what a good eon should do," eaid ' ;! Paynton, thoughtfully; " but after twehty- r ^ five yearB theohanoesare amali. You .withto>'-Jg

find the murderer—so,do I." '

•"Yon!"' ???;'? •??: ???;-^

" Yee. I am more deeply interested lathis

matter than y6u suppose. Who do you think'

I ami" . ? ^

" I oannot aay unless you are Jeringham."

" Joringham,"eaid Paynton in a faltering • tone. "No, I am not Jeringham, poor soul. ;

Do you think him guilty of the orime?" '. ?- 1 v.^':

" I do and 1 don't. Sometimes it seems so, at others I fanoy Hillieton to be guilty," -

"Hillislon guilty?" said Paynton, ruing. " What do you mean ?" ?_

"Oh, it'aonlyatheory,"said01aude, hastily, : "but my friend Taifc, who was at Horriaton a - few days ago found out all kinds of things wbioh implicated one parson and another. Ha

found"

"Don't toll me—don't tell me, "said Payn ton, hastily. "I oannot talk toyou longer or else I shall be ilL This intervtew.haa already

tried me too muoh. Here," he added, unlock- . ing a drawer in hia dMr, " take these papers, ~ Vof mi:* You will find in them a full aooount'< know of the matter."

"You were then an eye-witnesa," said Claude joyfully slipping the roll of manuscript into his pooket. He bad been more suboeesful than he hoped to be.

Paynton pressed his bandB' together* and looked eagerly at Claude. " I oan baar it oo ? longer," he eaid impatiently, laying fait hands on the ahouldera of the aatoniBhed young man. "Loy—boy, oan you not guess who I

ami"

" No !" replied Laroher, rising to hie feet in some wonder. " I do not know who you oan be unleea you are Jeringham."

" I am not Jeringham. He ie dead."

" Dead 1"

" Aye, murdered. Oan you not tee—can you nobguesa. Claude, the man who was killed at Horriaton was not George Laroher, it was Msrk Jeringham." —

" But you—you"

" I am your father !"