The Angel of Terror

She did not ring, but let herself in with a key and went straight to the dining-roo

een at the theatre, and he looked up over hi

n out very ea

ook off the toque that graced her shapely head, and flung it after the coat. Then she drew out

mbellishment-the skin was clear and fine of texture, and the co

d up and beamed through his glasses, "

k, keeping her e

ad," Mr. Briggerl

appen?" she a

nd shrugged h

located by-er-interested persons during the night, then seeing me by the shed-he c

prepared for h

smi

of suicide, my

and the pistol was found in h

gerland

said. "Who n

oking young l

police

over called their attention

ook off his glass

I found they'd been attracted by the shot and had entered the house. Still, nobody would know I was in the

on't suppose the police will give away the person who inf

chair, his thick lips pursed,

mber everything

chambers to make sure it was not loaded, then clicked it back in position, and standing before a glass, he endeavoured, the pistol in his right hand, to bring the muzzle to bear on his left temple

satisfaction. "It could

t interest, her chin still in the palm of her hand. He might have been exp

e table, toyed with a piece of

especially if one can get a villa on the hill away from the railway. I told Morden yesterday to take the new car across and meet us at Boulogne. He sa

th was

ve produced a more tremendous sensation. He gape

His voice w

no

a shade darker. "Married, you lying little beast! He couldn't have been married! It was only a few minutes after eight

and she lis

tayed the night in the house," she repeated with great calmness. "There's no sense

pering, pitiable thing. His chin trembled, the big

he wailed. "My God, Jean,

was the dominant partner of the combination. Nerves she did not possess, fears she did not know. She had acquired the precise sense of a great surgeon in whom pity was a detached emotion, and one which never intruded itself into the operating chamber. She was no more p

trip to Monte Carlo," she said,

hing now," he stut

said the daughter steadily. "H

ooked at her, and became alm

really wonderful. Of course, it was ch

said in a low voice, "

he footbell, and soon after the faded w

he small one, the little pearl necklet, and the diamond

said the woman

going to do, Jean?

were presents given to me by her husband, and I feel after this tr

he gave you the chain. Besides,

atiently. "Mrs. Meredith will return them, and she will give me an opportunity of th

y little sitting-room on the f

whilst the possession of them brings me many unhappy memories, yet they have been a certain comfort to me. I wish I could dispose of memory as easily as I send these t

udely. In those days I thought it was unpardonable that a man who professed to be poor James's best friend, should make love to his fiancée, though I suppose that such things happen, and are endured by the modern girl. A man does not readily forgive a woman for m

sed it, and taking down a book from one of the well-stock

r, looked over her shoulder at the t

our liking for that k

umes of "Chronicles of Crime,"

d. It is the most encouraging work in

led. "Their infernal last dying speeche

the book. The wide margins were cover

iminal might have escaped arrest, but they were all so vulgar, and so stupid. Really the poli

large scrap-books, carried them across

of them," she repeated, as s

caught at times," sai

opened the book again. "Here is the case of Rell, who poisons a troublesome creditor with weed-killer. Everybody in the town knew he bought the weed-killer; everybody knew that he was in debt to this man. What chance had he of escaping? Here's Jewelville-he kills his wife, b

bout hanging," said Briggerland tremu

tings to prove it! The Daily Recorder had half a

e writing-table, saw the

the lady. Are you se

no

d at her

business with them, have you?" he

my lecture on the stupidity of the average crimin