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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED- t TO-DAY'S STORY. "EVENtNG EXPRESS" NEW SERIES A Face and a Clue. COMPLETE. As the jery filed into the box after they bad been absent for about an hour I looked into the faces of the two men and tried to read them. One of them was my old comrade, Jack -Norton, who ttood in the dock. To me he seemed to be prepared to accept his fate, whatever it might be. without terror or despair, and ae I watched him hiz look reminded me of the day when we stood shoulder to shoulder in Africa, with our last cartridge filed, waiting: for the rush of Kaffirs who were attacking our wagon. Then rescue came in time. He was cool then, and now his position seemed more terrible', for he was on his trial for wilful murder, and the jury I were coming back with his fate. As be looked at them he seemed to shrug his shoulders, as if he were prepared to see them go grong. He was cool enougii, and yet I felt convinced that if he were convicted it would be an innocent man whom I ahould see sentenced. The other man sat on a bsnch near the door through which the barristers enter the court. I had never seen him before the trial began, but all through those two days that it had lasted his face had haunted me. I saw that he listened to every word of the evidence as if it had the direst import to him. I had watched his face• when ■ the counsel for the defence made the hriliant speech for his client that will not be forgotten at the Old Sailey until the men who heard it are all dead and gone, and it had seemed to me that. his face had grown greyer and more anxious. Then I had watched him as he listened to the closely- Teasoned and impressively moderate speech made by the Attorney-General, who was prose- -cuting, and it seemed to be that he became more re-asaured. He was, I relieved, as in- tensely anxious as I was, but for some reason or the other he wanted the verdict that I knew would be a grievottaly wrong one. I began to believe, though I know I had little enough to go upon, that if I could find out more about the man I should be able to dissipate the cloud of suspicion that hung over my old comrade. Jack Xorton. "Did Jack know the man?" I managed to put that question to him in court. Jack looked at him and shook his head. "He had never t-en tfle. man before, to his knowledge," be scribbled on the note in which he replied to mine. I asked Jack's solicitor if he could find out more about the man, but the man of law resented my interference, and gave me to understand that he thought very little of me or my theories. I think all the lawyers believed Jack to be guilty. This is not strange, for the case against him was a strong one enough. John Brogden. the murdered man, was a rich stockbroker, who lived near Putney, and he had married a girl with whom Jack was once supposed to have been in love. Brogden did not turn out well as a husband. When he lost money on the Stock Kichange he ill- treated his wife. There were stories that lie used to beat her. ft when Jack came back 1 from Africa, like the blundering, rash fellow that he was, he took upon himself to interfere. "I said to him," Jack told me afterwards, "that if I heard any more of his ill-treatment I 'Would give him a good hammering." Natu- rally, this interference was resented. There were high words between the two men, which were overheard by others. It is needless to say .that Jack did not im- prove matters between husband and wife. Brogdeu's treatment of hia wife-so gossip said—became wotae and woree. Que evening Brogden wao found lying on the drive between his lodge and his hall door shot through the heart. In a ditch near the place where he lay there was found a revolver, which the laundress who looked after Jack's chambers in Clifford' Inn recognised as Jack's. Then two porters at Putney Station swore to Jack's having come down by a train that arrived half an hour before the murder must have been committed. Other witnesses had seen him walking from the house towi-rds London a little later. It was a strong case, but-1, who knew my old friend and comrade, never hesitated in my belief in his innocence. I did not believe that there was a man who knew uack who did not like him, and yet there -was a man. so I felt sure, who longed to see him found guilty. "How say you-guilty or not guilty?" asked the Clerk of Arraigns. "Guilty." came the answer. I looked at Jack. He seemed to have expected j the verdict, so far as one could jad;e by h;s face. Then I turned round arid looked at tiie man I had watched all through the case. Relief—intens-j relief-was what I read in his expression. "He looks like a man who has just been acquitted," I said to myself. and then, aa the jutige passed sentence, I determined that, come what might, I would not, if I could help it, let that man out of my aight until I knew more about him- We struggled through the crowd of sensa- tiou-hunten-glutted with the sight of a fellow-man, young and. strong, and full of brave, buoyant life, sentenced to his death— and I managed to keep him in sigh, and as he tqrned from the Old Dailey into Lndgate Hill I was only a few paces from him. At first he hurried as if he were anxious to leave the court behind him, but when he had got as far aa the SLrand he began to lounge and to stare into the windows of shops and news- paper offices. Then, hesitating for a second, he went into a public-house. I waited for a minute or so. and then followed. He was finishing a drink when I came in, and I had hardly time to be served with the glass of freer I had ordered when he was off. A hun- dred yards farther down the street he went into another public-hon>e. This; time I would have waited outside, but,- looking: through the door. I saw the barmaid hand him an ABC railway guide. In an instant I was standing hy his si'ie, looking over his shoulder. I could see the page; he was looking at the trains to Brighton. He put down the book. swallowed his drink, and in another seconu ho was off again, but. as I soon began to see, this time he was going straight for Victoria. He walked on to the platform, showing the half of a return ticket. I had only just time to get my ticket and jump into the train. I began to feel rather elated, By his return ticket the man must have come from Brighton, aud I might hope to run liim to earth where he vas known, though before the railway j(urney was over I began to rink th\t I wa- on a wild goose chase, and that I •night have spent my time better in trying 10 r.el my friend,in somi; other way. At Brighton I saw iiir man again, and this time I followed for about a mile, and taw him enter one of a row of small semi-detached villas, letting himself into the house with a latchkey. Well. I had tracked my man to his home. And what then? I asked myself. How should I find out more about him? And I began to Tealise hew little I bad to go on, and that I should find it difficult to persuade any lawyer or detective to believe that there was anything in my suspicions. I took down the number of the house, and wa.s going away with very little notion of where I should go or what I should do when I noticed that there was a bill up in the window that there was a bedroom to let. It did not take me long to make up my mind. I knocked at the door, wl-ich was opened by an elderly woman, and took the bedroom for a week. Yen; there was one gentleman-shc might say a permanent—Icdser" she said, in reply to my inquiry aa to other lodgers. I mada comc excuse to account for my not having any luggage, and paid my rent, twelve shillings, in advance, and tried to draw the landlady about my fellow-lodger, but. for a wonder, site was not a gossip, and seemed to know nothing about him. Hi at his name was Aylward; that he had been in the house about a year, and that he was often a way for a "week or so at a time, was all I could find out about him from her. After all. what was I likely to find out about him, I asked myself that night as I tried to go to sleep in the not very-comfortable-bed I had taken. The landlady seemed to know little enongh, and I could see no reason why I should ever learn more than she knew about the man, and I bad only three weeks. After that it would be too late. That thought troubled me all night, and the next morning I walked about the streets of Brighton, hesitating whether or no I would not catch the next train to London, when in a shop window I caught eight of a pocket kodak, and this put it into my head that, at least, I would take away a likeness of my fellow lodger. That afternoon I managed to get a good picture of him as he left the house. Ae he walked down the street the idea occurred to me that I would see if I could learn anything by exploring his rooms. An awkward posi- tion enough I thought I should be in if I were discovered by my landlady searching a feilow- lodger's roota. In fact, my chances of send- ing the reøt of the day in custody would not be small. I thought, as I looked hurriedly round his rooms, seeing nothing that repaid me for the risk I ran. I was just leaving them when something induced me to take up a. photcgrfvfl^i that was lying face downwards on his writing-table. I gav6 a start as I looked at it. It was a likeness of Jfrs. Brog- den. Next day I had an interview with Jack in the condemned cell, but from him f got very little encouragement. I am ready to take my Juck," he said, "ttut don't drag her name into my fate." For all I determined to see Mrs. Brogden. She \was a very pretty, silly, little woman: weak *nd selfish, bat. not altogether bad or ill- meanu'S. so I judged. When I showed her the photog^ph I had taken I felt-sure she knew the man. and after some trouble I persuaded her to U-A! me all she knew aboot him. She had. met Aylward at a seaside place, and there she ^first made Brogrten's acquaintance. Both men JeU in love with her. and one day the two mat at the lodgings where she and her mother yerm staying. They knew eaa-.h other on!y too weB-they had been paiSJM-rs; but Brogden had prose- cuted A vlwarc" 1'or fraud and had him con- victed. 40iily a few days after he had com- mitted t'c fratwl Aylward had come into a legacy, aiid he would have, made matters right, but ilragd-en preferred to prosecute him. When tili%%r met Brogden taunted the other with being gaolbird, and Aylward seemed struck with shame and fear, and hurried away. "From thatt day," she concluded, "I have never seen h-in avid then she sud- denly stopped, as if she were afraid she had betrayed herself. I pressed her ";to tell me all, and learnt. that on the day Broaden was killed ahe had paid

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