|Chapter Number||III. (CONTINUED)|
|Chapter Title||MR. LAMM ASSUMES COMPLICATED RELATIONS.|
|Newspaper Title||Euroa Advertiser (Vic. : 1884 - 1920)|
|Trove Title||Written in Red; Or, The Conspiracy in the North Case. A Story of Boston|
:W RITTEN IN RED; On, o THE CONSPIRACY IN THE NORTH o CASE.' A STORY OF BOSTON. a BT Cins. MoNr?aon AND C. OW. Dran. tl C?a?PrT III. (CON TEsinDn).-Men. LAac lj Assuxes COMPutLCATE R?ELAno?S. By this time, Stackhouse, with his fists re Clenched, was pacing the floor.W "First of all," said the detective, quietly l observing Stackhouse under his eyebrows it -"' first of all, let us look at your own in terests here. Perhaps you over-estimate b the influence of that word written on the wall h -your name, as you declare. No one else has a asserted this openly, Mr. Stackhouse ; but there h;ve, no doubt, been whisperings to that effect, w and it is the part of wisdom for you to silence, in at' once and effectually, any such charge, bi uttered, insinuated, or hinted. You con, of al course, prove your whereabouts at the time tl when the murder must have been committed P" -Mr. Lamm said this ina tone of business-like indifference. a "You mean-an alibiF" asked Stackhouse, fc with something more of hesitancy than had di characterised his statements hitherto. i "' Certainly." "Well, Mr. Lamm, as we are on confidential at terms, talking as man to man, I see no reason for concealing the fact that my position as re- us gards an alibi is a little peculiar." Indeed?" Mr. Lamm gave his pen another d ' "I went to Vercelli's about half-past six, se o'clock fordinner with Mr. Sparhawk, one of si my businees friends. He s*asobliged to take a N train out of town on the Providence road, w aid, after the dinner, I walked up and down the.Public Garden, smoking a contemplative hi sYes.<Jutloswlaogthis mightfhave taken N Treally cannot say." di *"About what time did you finish -your w dinner?" th '.Somewhereabout half-past seven o'clock. bi After this little walk, to help digest my dinner, St I.went towards Washington street again. Then ex -but why should I beat about the bush ? The evening was on my hands, and I dropped in for w a quiet little game with some friends at a house nm in Avory street." "Yes; I've heard of that place," said the o1 detective, drily. . "There I staved until it was getting nearly ft two o'clock, when I walked into the Adams tO house, and slept till breakfast.' t " Umha!" Mr. Lamm seemed to be consider ing a point. - "About what time did you visit tl the Avory street house? It may be important T as bearing on the question of alibi:" tl "Not until after nine. I can be sure of that, for I distinctly remember hearing the bells ring I at that hour while I was in the street." " At all events," said the detective, "your friends can testify, if it should he necessary, h through any complication of circumstances, ii when you joined your party, and how long you It remained there?" t" "Undoubtedly." fMr. Stackhouse sat a d moment thinking in his turn. "1 suppose no reliable opinion has yet been given as to the P time when Paul North came to his end ." He a looked a trifle uneasy as he put the question. o "We must await the report of the autopsy n on that point," replied the detective. "It seems to be taken for granted that Mr. North died some time between 6 p.m. and 9 p.m. by h the papers. Only the decision of the medical c examiner, however, can have weight in the a matter. If I can ascertain its drift in ad Vance," added Mr. Lamm, as if struck by a sudden thought, " I will advise you at once." "Then you really think you can undertake the case?" Stackhouse asked eagerly. "I have decided to,', said Lamm, drily. "I am very glad you came here, tMr. Stackhouse. I think I should have been led into a serious error regarding this case if you had not come. 1 However, it is all right. I shall make an ex ception to an almost unbroken business rule, and undertake the case for a few days at least. s If I find I cannot continue the work I will I promptly notify you." Evidently gratifled at receiving this assur ance, Stackhouse took his leave. Left to himself, the detective indulged in a momentary relief of his feelings. He took up his hat, looked into it, smiled into it, and I put it on his head. After this performance, he I became as indifferent and serene as if the com plication in which he had so readily involved himself were the commonest sortof experience with him. But, as a matter of fact, it was not. Mr. Lamm was not in the habit of working for both sides of a case at the same time, and he was only induced to break his rule in this instance bythe sudden suspicion that Fetridge, not Stackhouse, was the criminal. le had trong objections to identifying himself with the cause of the murderer' when he might be employed in the interests of justice. "I'll soon find out," he said to himself, S"which of you is the villain, and send in my resignation to that man at once." But it did not prove to be such an easy task as Mr. Lamm had anticipated. The detective left his office almost upon the heels of his second client, and, shadowing him a short distance, saw him enter a branch office of the Western Union Telegraph Company. It is a very strict rule with the company that despatches are to be considered confidential, and woe to the man who betrays tiis con fidence and gets caught at it. But itis a pretty difficult thing to restrain a man from accommo datinga friend when he is sure that the friend will never allow him to suffer thereby; and so, through the courtesy of the operator, who was upon Mr. Lamm's list of "availables," the despatch written by the junior partner was soon after that. gentleman's departure, in the hands of the detective. It was addressed to Comfort Harwood, Swampacott, and contained these words: " Am very busy with matters growing out of sad event. Will come by five o'clock train to - Phillips Bench." .- The reading of this telegram modified John L.amm's plans. If he wished to shadow Stack house, there were two courses open to him. Onewas to follow him through all the details of his operation till he got to Swampscott, and .the other was to anticipate his arrival there. -He adopted the latter as the more promising. '" "With all due respect to you, Mr. Fet ridge," he said to himself, "I should like to begin the case with an understanding of the motive, and if it's a family affair, as you say, why the family will be a very good point to start at. Perhaps I shall findthem less delicate than you are about it-who knows? For at inch times emotional excitement loosens every budy's tongues." SHe consulted a time table and hastened to the -ailway station in Causeway street. In fifteen ninutes he was in the train going towards Ewampecott. : He went into the smoking car, pulled outa T ablhed by special arreangement witih esnrs. ~CaclL.~ -
cigar, and was soon lost in a cloud of smoke. The effort stimulated his ideas, and when he I had got them in logical order he produced a capacious memorandum book, and recorded therein with a stylographic pen a series of hieroglyphics. As the occasion for secrecy has long ago expired, SMr. Lamm's dotes may be d transcribed. a 1. Stackhouse has no alibi botweeal seven and a nine of Tihuasday night. Get from medical ex. o aminer probable time of death. o 2. Fetridge turns away when forced to speak ci about North's daughters. Isit-slarion or Stella? i 3. Ii Marion, is there any other reason necessary for enmlit between two meltn T With this brisf'indication of his train of a thoughts, Mr. Lamum's record ceased. Drawing from his pocket a scarcely dry n copy of the paper containing the first chapter as of the tragic mystery in which he was i embarked, heran hi eye carefully through the L meagre details thus far published. He seemed tl pleased when he saw by whom the report was o signed. h "i?. F. Thomas? Indeed? I'll look him q up at once. That fellow knows more people i and their histories than a biographical d dictionary. Perhaps he can tell me all I want to know about Richard Fetridge." I At this point in his soliloquy, Mr. Lamm T could not repress a start of surprise. At that fi veryinstant, the man whose name was on his li mind's lips entered the smoking car, and sat b down in one of the forward seats. - "What the deuce is Fetridge going to Swampscott for at this time of teo ?ay ?" he asked himself. And for reasons, which he believed to be excellent, the detective folded his paper and hastened out of possible range of view of his client; unsatisfied till he had put the entire ir length of the train between them. h CIHAPTER IV.-An UnmDDEn GESTr. .d In the appearance of John Lamm, detective, u as he rode towards Swampscott, there was nothing to denote his especial calling. lHe might have been a prosperous merchant or a consulting iawreror a skilful civil oengineer, so ifr as manner and bea:itg were concerned. w Firmness and executive ability, however, bh were characteristics that no one who looked m attentively at the brown-haired, broad- so shouldered, heen eyed, stalwart man could a possibly fail to note. aI In his suave and gentlemanly manner, too, in A his magnetism, his geniality, and his ability to become hail fellow well met with the most lii opposite social types, might be read the secret of his extraordinary success in the profession. Alighting at the Phillips Beach station, with J of a large contingent of sojourners, Mr. Lamm fr, apeared to be quite as familiar with the place- sk s the rest of the hurrying throng. be In order to permit Fetridge to get well out of th the way, he stopped to inquire of the station agent where the \ortha lived. lot " Just up the street, yonder," the agent th replied. '"Sad newsfor them, isn't it?. The m, whole household is upset. There's Moffett, it their 'inside man,' now, on the platform, look- ha ing after the train." do Ina moment Mr. Lamm was at theideofthe de of the bewildered Moffett, and talking to him as if he W had known the portly man of bottles and ha arvingknives all his life, " lam glad to have met you," he said. "1 ch was a friend of Mr. North, and take a great interest in the family. Poor girls ! I couldn't he bear to break in upon their grief, but I feelthat ah at a time like this a friend should do some- ws thing" St Ioffett clutched his shoulder. " Oh, sir," he whispered, with an aroma-of I something stimulating by the way of filavour' d for the words, " if you are a friend, you can't to] do better than come up to the house. I have I's been waiting here in hopes that Mhr. Stackhouse would return. But he doesn't ; and there they eh are at the house in a terrible condition, sir." " Overcome by the sad news?" Mr. Lamm on said, as they walkedup the street. no " Oh, sir, there's been some trouble there. I wt don't know what-scenes between the women. co They don't understand what to do, sir. The th servants are all upset too. If it weren't for me ev ir, nobody would think of going to watch for di Mr. Stackhouse.- It's his not coming that M worries me, sir." : Moffett was ordinarily a very discreet man, but, underthe excitement of. the time, be re- pa counted such an extraordinary though in ioherent story of what had takeplaeoatths t fiorthls'" thiit Lamm 'was'nonplnssed :at his disclosures, and was moved to consider seriously, fo what was best to be done. Then came one of bu those- inspirations which,- by reason of their he boldness and audacity, may lead either to great les success or absolute disaster. Might he not is, enter the house unknown to its occupants ? - ts It was indeed a bold- thing to do-a thing be which John Lamm, detective, would not do in t any circumstances, but for his belief that MLoffett's disjointed utterances' implied a state of affairs that demanded' investigation. st Yielding to the earnest.wish of IBffett, the at friend of the family enteredthe house through he the servant's door, the "inside man" clinging vs to his arm with a nervous grasp. Without delay, Mr. Lamm was escorted to a the pantry room by the portly Ioffett,. who dig moved lightly, though slowly.. They entered this sanctuary of the "inside man" without meeting any of the household; for, of course,- cIO Moffett had the necessary keys.. - It had been observedby Mr. Lamm. that the yr "' inside man" had been taking something for a his stomach's sake; but the detective under- bo stood the strain under which the.man had been: labouring, and felt sure, from -his- appearance, that lihe was far from being addicted to strong. I drink. Moffett had assumed an air of importance and t profound mystery that would infallibly. have; :b aroused commentand suspicion had he met any a of the servants. But, fortunately, both-were now in the pantry room with the door locked. di The detective was accustomed to meet all if sorts and conditions of men, but he found. it hard to refrain from laughing outright at the change in air. Moffett's looks as he faced him, a after the pantry-room door had been locked, d and held up a warning finger. But he said, solemnly- b " Moffett, you're a man of sense, therefore I ts make no long explanations, but tell you frankly f, at once that I am a representative of the authorities-don't start, Moffett-and am sent i here in the interests of justice." "Justice!" murmured the butler, looking helplessly at him. "H ere is my badge," continued the detective, a throwing back his coat. " And now it is ab- h solutely necessary, Moffett, that I should have the run of the house-watch, withoutanybody's suspecting the fact, all that goes on, and have an eye to affairs generally. I have come to you in this way, ?Moffett, because I've been told that you are a very discreet man. Unless you repeat what I have told you, nobody in the r house need know of my remaining here,'nor have any idea of the real object which brings a me." "But I don' tlike, sir," stammeredthebutler, t who already began to tremble. "You must like it, Moffett," emphasised the detective. " I don't wish to makae any trouble or take you in charge, but Iam fully prepared to goas far as that if you are not sensible enough to see the reasonableness of my pro-. posal. There! I see by yourlookyou under -tand the situation. Very good. ~os,.ywhere is the best, the most central, placmin the house, in whichl you can stor me, do-you thisk, Iloffeit?"?' The "inside man" of Mr. Paul Nortli's establishment was a picture of perplexity and despair. "-Central place ! Stow you!" he murmured, helplessly, puffing like a fat porpoise; "but what wll tIiss Marwood say-sand Mrrs.- Shtck house, and-and--Mlr. Stackhonse P No, no; it ain't regular. l'm afraid it ain't rerular, sir." "Oh, Iguess you misunderstand ime, Moffett; misunderstand me completely," said Mr. Lamm, scally crossing his legs as he sat in the butler's chair. "It's to spare the ladies worry, trouble, and excitement that I came to you. I'll be frankc with you; because I can easily see you're a man of discretion, and can keep a secret. I am expecting the murderer of .Mr. North to call here, and I want to be where I can arrest him quietlyand without undue excitement, which you wouldn't want yourself in s family like thisnow, wouldyou, SIoffett?" " "But-but they-the servants-might know you're here. They mnay have seen you come in. -" Oh, pshaw ! Moffett, you can slam the front door, and if any questions are asked, you can say that I went out thlat way. Come, come, -Mofett, he a man. Don't shake so. Every thing will be done quietly and in order, I can assure you." . "Andthlisman, this murderer," stammered IMoffaett, who was well-nigh frightened out of his wits; " is he violent, sir? Won't he tryto shoot Esomebody else ? Won't he-I think, per haps, if I went out down the street a little while so as not to be obliged to answer any question-" "An excellent idea, Moilett," interrupted the detective, who was really beginninig to be alarmed by the undue agitationof theaffrighted isteward.. " But, hold on. VWait till I'vedone with you. Wherearn the women folkt" "In their rooms, sir, upstairs." " Umha! Do you happen to have any photo graphs of the young ladies handy?" "There are some in the parlour. Yes, sir." a ' Get them for me. Bring them here im mediately." m offe tt htenied out, and was back in a mo ment with the desired articles.
"Umha! And this roguish-looking face is b Miss Stella, ellh?" e " Yes, sir." o " She doesn't resemble her sister much, eh?" h: "That has been often remarked, sir." ti Mr. Lamm might have said further, if he had sa deemed it proper, that they were two remark-. hi ably pr.tty girls. There were a brightness and cl a sparkle about the younger face betraying at p; once the coquettish and laughter loving spirit a of its possessor. "The head of the elder was of classic mould. There was something of the hi M?do expression in the regular features. It was io a trifle too stern-too unyielding in its outlines. The observer said at once, "That woman has a w will of herown." le When Mr. Lamm had made sufficient mental notes upon the pictures, le returned tothem the T servant, and they were immediately replaced in 1 their customary repositories. This time Mr. Lanm made so bold as to cautiouslyaccompany hi the butler to the front of the house. The hush of a great calamity reigned everywhere. The is house was built on a terrace, and the servants' tr quarters were on the floor below. The par ticular storey was deserted. At a glance the " detective took in the .possibilities of the w place. .All the rooms opened from the wide in hallway, separated therefrom by portieres. as This was excellent for his designs, if he could in find a suitable hiding place.. His resatless oees lighted upon a stained-glass window at the w back of the hall. '. th "What is back of that?" he whispered, w "Toilet room, sir." at "Is that window movable?" .w "I believs so, sir; but it is never moved." m "Where does that room open from?" - ti. " From the back hall." - h "Very well, Moffett. I will lock myself hi in there. If there are any inquires, you tb have accidentallytwisted the koyoff in the lock, cc and will go for a locksmith to repair -the damage. The locksmith will not be in. You Ii understand.". - ISt Moffett, who was becoming resigned to his ac fate, though his teeth still exhibited a tendency se to chatter, led the way to the room. Standing vt upon a chair, the detective examined the nr window. To his delight hefound that it could re be moved up and down. He took the libertyof making a narrow croevice between the lower ki sash and the sill. Reassured by the presenceof ye another Window opening upon the outer world, to Mir. Lamm, who was quite alive to the bhld risk he- was taking, earnestly impressed upon th Mr. Moffett the necessityfor secrecy, andlocked himself into the room. t . - th The sound of a key turning in the latch-lock Ji of the door brought about a responsive stir th from the storey above. There was a rustle of skirts, and a woman, who Lamm imogined had sw been watching at a window, came down in the stairs before the outer door was opened. tis " Oh, Mr. Stackhouse!!' It was a queru- St loue, tearful woman's voice, andspoke in one of he these sibilant whispers that distress the hearer wI more than would the loudest of tones. "Ian't th it awful? My poor brother-in-law! WlVhy haven't they sent the body? It's not come down with you ? Oh, dear me, dear me, it seems as though I would go out of my head! Why, Thornton; Thornton, you don't -know half whatI've been throughl" : . Mr. Stackhouse placed-his hat and coat on a. chair. .. .You don't know what I've been through," he said, in meaning tones. "Why is the house shut up like this ?. On such a night'the windows at least should be open. Marion and Stella are upstairs together, I suppose ?" "Yes, yes. But, oh, you don 'tknow how I worried about them both. And then the dreadful news. of poor Paul's death came -on op of my trouble' about them. It's a mercy re i'm not crazy at this moment." she " What have Marion and Stella been about, we oh?" asked Stackhause,sharply. .... p " Oh, Thornton, they went away yesterday, as! one after another, without saying a word. I wi never knew them to go to the city alone that on way before. And, oh, Thornton. they didn't be come back till the late train. I sat up for them with the cresps all over me the whole evening. And such stmange actions when'they a i did come! Stella went up to her room crying. Marion wouldn't say a- word to explain, and C went upstairs looking-oh:!' so-white !"- 1 "'Well, well," returned. Stackhouse, im- the patiently. " It's of no- particular conse- wi euence. Wo have other: thinigstoocupy our In itrmonwz ___ . ha -",Yes; indeed; T orntonj"-said"-Aunt Com. , fort, with' na sob. ,She' was a prtly woman, w but exceedingly neveous and' fidgety an spite of her size, and she made half a'hundred purpose- th less movements in a moment' when exeited. " Oh, the body ! Where is it?" You must go straight back to Boston and- get it. Those be body-snatchers are terribly sly creatures, do Thornton, did you read in yesterday's paper-" op Mr. Stackhouse could endure no more. wI "Nonsense, woman!" hoe interrupted, in sternly. "Leave this matter to me and GI attend to your household duties. But'tell me," Si he added, immediately, in a voice which he of vainly endeavoured to render indifferent, H " what sent the girls off to the city yesterday co afternoon? Did you observe nothing?- What did they say ?p' . ? t" "Oh, Thorton ! Hush ! They are coming.' True enough, there, was a sound; of a door closing, the rustle of skirts, and the echo of voices simultaneously floating sdown'the'siair- in casefrom the region above. ' - ."to StackhousC took a step forward, butstarted c back immediately, looking upwards in a- th puzzled, apprehensive way. of " Oh, don't ! don't! don't ! I beg of'you, t Marion. On my knees I beg of you !" A woman's voice raised in that keen, pene- t trating fashion that reveals a climax, an-out buratof repressed emotion, uttering such words. 1 as these, could" not be a common sound in.such ahouseus this. Stackhouse, whose face was in direct line of the detective's vision, looked as, if a bombshell had burst at his feet. His was F speechless with wonder and dismay. h " Stella," returned an inflexible voice, "I. v: command you to let me go. I know what my g duty is, and I shall do it." The other woman might have been silenced. byfear or overawed by the sternness of'her to whom she had appealed, for she made no 'further outcry. The footsteps were already on el the stairs; a white skirt fluttered by the rail- 01 ing. Again Steckhouse took a stop forward, h and again he stopped. It may have been a p gesture on his wife's part, or something that he st saw-inher face. Certain it is that he became I a shade whiter, and that in his effort to speak, fi his tongue seemed to cleave to the roof- of his d mouth. He stammered two words : o "-.Why, Marion !" S"Don't speak to me ! Don't touch me! Never call me by that name again " - The tone was certainlynot. a loud one. It could not be said that there was a theatrical b ring about the manner of enunciation. The p words were low, distinct,. and uttered with u such calm, terrible intensity that blsas aslie h was, 'Detective Lamm experienced a genuine "I thrill. le felt himself in the presence of a remarkable womau, and the same sort of keen a and breathless interest with which he had followedgreat acting on the-stago took pos- 1 session of him. " Oh, Marion! ' It Was. the sister. who spoke, and the tone was quite heairt-broken and Stakhouiseseemed to recover froin' his tent. t "*'ou had better go to your rsom. Stella," he said, in a voice hut barely audible. "I must talk with Marion alone." - " Do not stir a step !" commanded the other woman, as Stella wcnttowards the door. " I wighyou to hear what little I have to say to ;this man. You, too,: Aunt Comfort.. Don't stand in' the donrway there, looking so frightened" Come back. The more witnesses the better." " ' ' The defiant, reckless voice that spoke was that of a determined woman who had settled her mind to a purpose and who would follow it unswervingly if itbrought-her to her death. SThere was a brief interval, marked only by Stella's sobbing and the elder woman's wheezy Sejaculations, uttered like signal guns almost every second. "Marion Stackhouse, have you taken leave Sof your senses F" faltered the business associate Sof the late Paul lNorth. "No, I have but just found them. Do not Sdare to associate cyour name with mine. This is the last time I will ever speak to you. Witness, Stella, and you too, Aunt Comfort. Prom this t hour we live apart." n "But Marion," interposed the woman, "re memberyour promise at the altar! Yeu are not feeling well, and dc?f.'t know what you are n saying. On this day too, of all others, when your poor father--" d "Stop, Aunt Comfort !" interposed Marion, Simperiously. "' You do not know-how is it Spossible you should know-the terrible cause . that impels me. My contempt for this man I whom I have called husband-" y "What fiend possesses you?" interrnpted Stackhouse, unable to restrain himself. "Called d your husband? What do you mean?" e "A name is all I need to speak," responded I Marion, scorn and contempt expressed in every e word: "Marie Moissot!" The name burst from Marion's lips like the accusation of an avenging angel. It is pro - bable that Stackhouse staggered under the force of the blow. Mr. Lamm, who without an instant's delay turned his attention to putting s. that queer-sounding name upon paper (" Marie Moyso" he wrote it), did not see him again for a- abrief -space; and in that time :ha may have slghtly recovered fro1m the fdrit.violence of his
betrayed emotions. He was still agitated enough, in all conscicnce. This man Thornton Stackhouse, whom Lamm well knew to be in his ordinary walk of life no more self-betraying than tile polished surface of a mirror, had been so affected and overwhelmed by what his wife had said to him that he was weaker than a child. ITr cndeavoured to smile, to laugh, to pass over the affair as a joke, but the effort was a ghastly failure. . - "Marion!"he murmured. "Marion! Who has told you ? What scoundrel has maligned me to my own wifeoi' "Silence. sir! I asn not your wife. This was my father's house. Either you or I must leave it. Which?. Choose thisminute." "LMarioni! Calm yourself, I beseech you! Think of the effect, the.occasion, the time. Who knows what people would say 5?" "I.do not care. sir. If you do, you should have thought of it before. Itis too late now." He turned his hi white face towardsher. Lamm marked plainly in the ample light how his lips trembled, how his eyes loeamed. - "Marion," he said in a fierce undertone, "are you enough mistress of yourself to think. what my leaving the house at such a time will mean to the gossips? Can you not see that even I might be accused of complicity in your father's death?" . '"And who should be, if you are' not?" the woman retorted in a vibrant tone that.pierced the detectiva's ears llke a thunderbolt. - There' were simultaneous cries from her three.visible auditors. The detective swallowed his emotion with a painful effort. He had participated in many an unexpected and stirring scene in his time, but a domestic drama of this nature in a house like this, with actors such as these, filled him with the liveliest amazement. Of all things he had expected or hoped for, this was certainly the last, the most impossible. For several seconds after his wife had de livered herself of this terrible taunt, Thornton Stackhouso seemed vainly endeavouring to articulate. Then with a sudden movement he seized his hat and turned to the door. - The voice which now came to him was so unlike his natural toucs that Lamm would not have recognised it had the speaker been out of view. "So belit!" he said. "Nobody will ever know what this is to me, or how I have loved you, Marion. -But so be it. If my Own wife turns from me, who will have mercy on me?" The door opened and closed violently behind the partner of the late Paul North. Did he speak for effect, or were the emotions that inspired his words genuine ?.. It is certain that the amazed detective became strongly pre judiced in his favour. There was an interval of silence, and then a flutter of skirts, and. a' white, white face appeared at the' foot' of' the stairs. Lamm kniw at once that that proud, imperious countenance, the scornful red mouth, tihe flashing blue eyes, belonged to Marion Stackhouse. But, greatpowers!: couldthat be her natural: expression?: And then?he saw w-hat was the' matter. - She reeled,-caught. at the railing, threw up her arms, and fell like a log to the floor.. ' . So indeed this 'stoical woman was made of flesh and blood ! - To BE CO TN'I)E.: