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OQPfMGM. t < tk Wall of Silence A STORY OF CASKET, 8peo<alhf Writt»i» for tlw "Evening- Express" i By SIDNEY WARWICK, AUTHOR OF Th« Angel of Trouble," ••Through a Woman's H.rt," No Past Is ltead," .c.e.s Ey«s-_ A Mystery," M Shadows of London," tic., Ac. FOR NEW READERS. This tHrrilinjf sortat began in tho Ollveningr Exprsss" on Novsmbsr T. BACK numbers can be obtained from any newsagent, or direct from the publisher. The following outline emMw r»«w reader* to commence the Sawy to-day Char actor* In the Story. JIM MEREDITH, heir to his uncle's great wealth, and now head of the Arm of Meredith. Muir. and Co. OLIVE LINDSAY, old Meredith's adopted daughter, cat out of his will because 80. .Wad convicted of stealing pearls. PYJLCJVAL DETMQLD, one of the witneeeèa (►t against Olive in the Black Pearl CMM. -found shot through the heart at his bouee in Llandaif, and wnom a woman is auspeeted- of murdering- XVA KENNEDY, whom Jim finds on the roeud near Detmold'3 house on the night of the murder, and. at her request, conveys in bis motor ttr ltmdyr Station. STHEL RESTARRICK, a young widow, for- Jims sweetheart and a jealous woman, who hears of the last-named liua- dent, and suspects. Ow-ei> HUGHES, who- is accepted by Elsie Muir. and, when leaving the .JIlu.irs' house at Penarth. meets JOliN SARROh. whom he accuses of haying been in league with Detmold to rob him tHughee) of bus rights in a certain inven- tion. siarrol retorts by accusing Hughes ef DeUaotd's' death. Hughes replies thAt. it was an aocident. Sarrol declares he is going to set the police on to Hughes, but ■promises to hvid his hand until nine o clock that night, when he arranges to meet Hughes again. 1BATKICE SARROL and PHILIP MOTE, for- -MWIY sweethearts, who meet at dinner Sat night and afterwards in the grounds df Muir's house, exchange conadences Strrol surprises nis wife in Philip Muir's arms. A fierce quarrel and fight follow, and Philip Muir kills Sarrol with a blov from a stick left behind by Hughes. Mra. 6arrol plots to save Philip from the can- sequences, and to throw suspicion on Hughes. Meredith meets Hughes and brings him to his house. the police being cleverly switched on to a wild-goose chase towards Cardiff. Hughes is concealed. Meredith, hia manservaD* and Elsie Muir being in the secret. of the Story To-Oay-Ponart",L I., I CHAPTER XXVII (Continued.) I THE DAWN OF SUSPICION. t jBicreauu, was a utile surprised at too un- seoesBary vehemence of Philip's disclaimer. I .9b. no doubt he was mistaken. I was merely mentioning his impS8ions; Owen &<  nn ? Av s&w w ?u? in the room. Bu? wh?t I 1Nnt to get at is this: somehow I can't.! Wp thinking the timss don't at, and that it must have been later than your father i thought when podr Sarrol was found; and.; if 90—are yo^ipure of the times your father gave at the iDQ\1œt?" Meredith broke otf i soddenly. Ptoiiip did not answer. The question was 1 IiDnocent enough • Meredith was merely | to get to the bottom of this mys- terkyus afrair. and he felt that his best chance of euofeeding was in going over the ground again from, the standpoint of Owen's story. But Philip's gUllty fears made him onspect a tmp. Every innocent question became tinged with suspicion, with a pos- sible lurking, unsuspected significance. He ¡ tod- the feeling that he must weigh every [ migW prove his undoing. He, was like a tfcater who stove, hearing the ice cracking, let rifted of going either forward or back, Jest some weak spot should let him through into- the deep waters beneath. But Elsie answered: "It was striking ten o clock as I went to the tibrary, when you were just finishing yoor four-hand game, Philip." "Yes, ten o'clock; I remember. After seeing Hughes, Mrs. Sarrotl rejoined 1H!, and • spoke to her hue band. It was he who. sug- gested we four should have a 100-up whilst he wTV-,write a. letter he had remembered," r >hifip <^gerly. Op that point he felt on £ gjp ground—one of the carefully-planned details in the conspiracy of silence. A thought suddenly struck Meredith. "You were finishing the game?'' he said. you were quick, to finish a hundred ,f&m.e in quatter of an hoar!" Jje Knew that the Jluirs were very average eyer well Alfred might play, a pm" in which he was a player was never » fast one—he invariably took so long in con- sidering each shot. "Did I say a hundred? I should have said a fifty e." ^aid Philip quickly, wondering, guiltily, if Meredith suspected anything, tha.t he was suddenly asking these questions. He was terribly nervous. The skater had heard the cracking of the ice. "And Alfred played a good game," he went en. volubly eager to reconcile any apparent incowigtencie. "It was rather absurd for father and Alfred to pfcay Mrs. Sarrol and myself; we hadn't a. abar." The door had opened; Alfred came into tie. rcomiu time to hear the mention of Mrs. Sarrol's name in conjunction, with a game of Mlliards. His glance took in Philip's white, nerrous face; rfnd the second conspirator "brOfè hi quickly. "Talking of that, tauadred-up the four of us Were playing at the time poor Sarrol met his death?. It. seems to add a final horror, to it, thibt we should be playing all unconscious of what waa, happening under this very rwf." said Alfred; and Philip bit his lips. "Then it was a hondred-up?" said Meredith we were at 95, my side, when Elsie caAc in; and I made a five-shot, which ma.de vs game." "Sorely tt ani7 a fifty-game, Alfred?" broke Xu FKilip, with dry lip6. "BTM, I sup- pose yey a*e more likely to be right; the horror of that might was such a shock that my Mellibt"y<'s oonfueed." He glanced U Meredith. Alfred looked from Meredith to his brother. He bad the feeling that, ill some way which he did not ù he had made matters ipenae rather thaw better. < "1 was saying," said Meredith to Ajlred. "as I told your father this afternoon, Owen that raglit-it waa-I who wwrned hijn the police were looking- for him. And., by Jove, I remember another thing," he. etied suddenly: "I wonder the significance at it ag evideoce <Jfd*n't strike me before! .n I toid Owen his stick had been found, .j atrtt w&s bfelieved to have been the weapon, be stated positively he had not had it with him when he went to fee Sarrol the second tjjoc. He had mislaid it somewhere that wmins before nine o'clock h "8 wteat dw?s that prove?" asked Alfred. "I'm coiQiing to that. Whilst waiting in :'nVtlt. Sarrol later Hughes noticed be had not his stick. iSince he had &-one earlier to a hotel near Maug'han-street, it occurred tQ hiiji he miglut haveleft it there. He went back to the hotel tQ laek that was about nine o'clock. The barmaid will rem—Iwf tht eiecumstanoe. If we can prove thajL iLuga^ did not bring the stick to this honse we shall be on our way to proving someone else guilty!" he cried. "Bat thait's rua proof-no proof at alU" broke in Philip hoarsely, afraid tha-t if sus- pickta were taken off Hughes it Might faeten upon him—•>eifanse, Hughes left the stick here" in the library at hie first interview with A Sarrol; it was lying ready to hand when- he came the second time1—" Meredith's fa-oe fell; the momentary bope died out Of hisfae; "How do you know? Are you sure?" he asked. ".Absolutely sore; I eaw the stick in the Btttafy myself-—" i yfHbilip checked himeelf suddenly. He realised a moment too late that he had made a stop. From the toek that came instantly  t? '? ??h.?.??.—. ? ?.. >7 other man's mind had pounced down upon tihat slip. Alfred, who had frowned a little at his brother's readiness to speak on this subject, feeling that he was. on dangeroua ground, yet could not understand why Philip had stopped abruptly with so guilty an air: Alfred had not been in the room when Philip said emphatically that he had not been in the library that night. For the first time a look of suspicion had come into Mere- dith's eyes. Oh, I remember, I did go to the library of course, directly after dinner" and I saw the stick then," Philip went on rapidly, with palpable nervousness, trying to cover up the admission. Oh, it's too painful an affair altogether I'm in no mood to discuss it, to answer idle questions that can lead to nothing!" he cried almost shrilly, his tor- tured nerves strained nearly to breaking- point. Then, as if afraid of trusting himself to Speak further, Philip turned and walked out of the room. Instinctively, Meredith glanced across at Elsie, who had been a mute listener to what had passed; he thought there was a startled look in her eyes as they followed Philip out of the room. Had she noticed that twice, either consciously or imconsciously, Philip had made mis-statements? When shortly afterwards he left the Muars, Meredith's minoi was bwy with a new train of thought. "Philip Muir knows something—ie hiding something! And, unless I'm mistaken, his sister either suspects or is on the verge of suspecting it, too," he told himself. Philip's manner had been oddly furtive and nervous; he had made a. mis-statement about the length of the game the four had played. That in itself was little enough no doubt. but later he had foil-owed that mis-statement with another that looked like a deliberate lie. First he had denied, with what seemed like unnecessary emphasis, having been in the library; later, in his anxiety to prove a point adverse to Owen, he had admitted he had been there. And the explanation by which he had tried to cover up the self-con- [ traduction had not rung true, like the explanation of a. general lapse of memory, j Something in the man's manner strengthened Meredith's conviction that it was a lie. Since Philip had seen the stick in the library, it was difficult to credit, in'view of the ubso quent tragedy, with which it wae connected, that heoouid have forgotten having come across it, that he had been in the library. A' deliberate evasion; a lie. AYA the lie tainted everything with sus- pieion. Why had Philip denied so emphati- I eally. that he had Jieen in the room where the tragedy happened? He knows soltething-is. hiding acme- thing That lie was like a key unlocking more doors than one. It tainted the most trivial things, the slightest discrepancies, with sus- picion.. HOO. It made Meredith suddenly weigh even the xrb.n'@ manner: had there been an impalpable fear moving behind his words, behind his; guarded pauses and silences? The lie tainted everything with frospiëion. In this dark riddle were two outstanding j facts positive to Jim Meredith: Owen Hughes had spoken the truth-ha.d hidden nothing, because he had nothing to hide; Philip had lied, because he knew somet-hing that he leared others knowing—what? Was hiding something—what? lTO BE CONTINUED ON MONDAY.]

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