THE VENGEANCE
OF STANHOPE YEO.
BY H. J. ALLIN GHAM.
•You would not think that man
jwas a murderer, would you?”
My eccentric friend, Stanhope
Sfeo, made this remark as we set
tled ourselves comiortably in the
umoking-room of the dining-car at
Albany. He spoke indifferently,
almost languidly, as was his way.
The man to whom he referred
bad left the car as we entered it.
Indeed, I had almost knocked
against him, upon which he had
apologized profusely, lie was a
little man of about 40 years of age,
of dandified appearance, precise
in dress and manner. His hands
■were elegantly gloved, and t ha del
irate odor of some fashionable
perfume enveloped him.
1 glanced after the retreating
figure of the dapper little man and
then laughed incredulously.
1 liked Yeo for his originality,
bis cleverness and his easy-goinjj
disposition, but in his mania for
criminal investigation 1 always
found a subject for ridicule.
I looked at my companion in
quiringlv. I was still incredulous,
but also a little interested and cu
lions in spite of myself.
"Three years ago.” Yeo eontin
tied. “Mjrs. Moreton, formerly
prominent in New 1 ork socinv
was missed from her home; two
days after lier body was found in
the Hudson. Last April a middle
aped man—Harold Armitape by
name, a strupplinp lawyer with a
shady reputation—was found dead
in the street. It was found at the
postmortem that he had died
from the effects of poison, pre
sumably administered by his
own hand. Well, both these per
sons were murdered, and Mouls
ley Grey, a man of some means
and of considerable standinp in
New York and Boston society, was
the perpetrator of both crimes.”
“How do you know?”
“Because 1 studied both cases
exhaustively,” he said, leaninp
back in the corner of the car and
watching the thin smoke cur!
from the end of his cigarette.” Tht
inquiry into the first case cost im
over $5,000. The second case was
simpler, and, so far, I have not ex
pended more than a thousand
Upon it. You think me extrava
gant; but, tell me, could I get sc
much keen intellectual excitement
for the money?
“The one little mystery in Mrs
Moreton’s simple life was her cor
respondence with Leonard Armi
tape, a former sweetheart win
bad become a millionaire in Soutl
America. This 1 learned througl
an agent I sent to \ alparaiso
And the day l learned uus im
body of Armitage’s brother wat
found in New York. Further
lloulsley Grey had called on hot!
just before their deaths.’
••Well,” 1 said, shortly, “I don’1
think you ought to let a man lik*
that be at large when you have
the power to lodge him in jail
Why, even now he may be plotting
another dastardly crime.”
Yeo laughed lightly.
“O, no, old chap, I fancy he must
be finished now!” he drawled. Am
then the conversation turned oi
the more agreeable subject of hit
approaching marriage.
■ We had been staying fora fort
night at the place of one of Yeo't
friends, near Albany, with whon
Lucille Meadows, to whom Stan
hope was engaged, was living
Lucille was an orphan and pen
niless. but a beautiful girl, am
when 1 was introduced to her
was not surprised that nr
wealthy friend had fallen a victin
to her ( harms.
Two days before our departure
from New \ ork Miss Meadowsha<
been called awa.\ to visit a sicl
friend some ”0 miles down th
line, and Ye.o was in a bad humoi
because she had not returned b(
fore we were compelled to leavt
We discussed the young woman’
merits, or, rather, 1 listened to hi
rhapsodies concerning her, dui
ing the rest of our journey t
town.
When we parted it was at
ranged that we should see one ai
other on i! morrow or the next
day. I v is to be Stanhope's best
man and a meeting was necessary
for the di lssion of the final ar
rangemem*.
\Ye were to meet sooner than
either of us expected, however. 1
was breakfasting late in the morn
ing in my chambers when Yeo
burst into the room in a state of
most unusual excitement.
“Phil!” h* cried, “have you seen
the pans'i'?"
“No. V'. t’s up?”
“Simph , splendid case, mv
dear fellow! A »\\;teriom ail
way murd Oil on the eit*
train we • ■ do . 1 y kill* ar
a Htlbui! tailor owe si, left
the trine io ele\., police com
pletely :it i. it. t n with to
view tlu bo .. I j'>n my aid,
this c. -»■ ) iS pi utilising. i he
| kind of a >.* that a man oi my
ability it deiote iiiuiseh to.”
“l)on t to1 t you at e to be mar
ried n \; .day, 1 said.
"Of cuii . ’ he cried; "but we
have six days. I’ll guarantee
t<* find ;i < h v. in half that time.
Come!”
His light laugh sounded dis
eordantly in my ears as we entered
the deadhou.se.
Having explained our business,
we Were conducted into the
gloomy chamber. Yeo, full of pro
fessional eagerness, did not seem
in the least impressed, and fol
lowed the attendant briskly to tie.
farther side of the chamber.
W ith his own hand he lifted 1h<
sheet from the face of the victim
and glanced keenly at the distort
ed features.
"Do you recognize her?” said
the man.
Yeo made no answer, but stood
like a statue, the corner of tin
sheet still held tightly in his right
hand.
"(rood heaven!” I gasped. "It b
Lucille!”
Stanhope Yeo replaced the cov
ering reverently over the pool
white face, and then, taking me b'
the arm, led me out of the build
ing.
Arrived in the street, we walked
some minutes in silence. Ther
he spoke, and his voice was genth
and subdued.
"I wonder if she suffered mud
pain. His fingers must hav<
gripped her throat, and ther
tightened slowly—slowly, till sin
died. She did not scream, am
hardly made a sound, but tin
veins on her forehead grew biggei
and bigger, and her eyes glum
{ with horror. Then when it wa>
all over, he left her body in tin
alleyway, and drew his light tai
gloves over his scented hands
You remember the scent—helio
trope, 1 ill ink?”
He spoke throughout in tin
same calm voice, looking fixedly ir
front of him. but seeing nothing
ror ncavcn s sake, man, pul
yourself together!” I managed t?
ejaculate; “we must do some
thing.”
“To he sure, we must do some
thing; we must inform the polio*
and her friends. And then we wil
go to tlie funeral, and aftei
that—”
He did not finish the sentence
but 1 saw his face harden.
Soon afterwards we parted
Both of us, 1 think, were eager t<
be alone for a\\ hile. When I callec
at his flat the next day, however
1 discovered that he had not ye
returned, and. indeed, threi
months passed before 1 saw hin
again.
Meanwhile the police had mad'
I several arrests, and had followet
many false clews. !■ the mu?
lever was still at la. The mel
ter was beginning to be forgotten
Three months within a day o
, two—after the murder I wa
, startled by a visit from Yen.
t 11?“ was thinner than I had eve
. seen him before; his face .wa
drawn, and a dull fire s ei ed t
be glowing in his eyes, but ! ♦ wa
quite self--possessed and mast < e
s himself.
- “1 thought you i"
■-jin t the
D to be ai'M
I “V -
'- “li'u\ ye
i-' ti\ - -■
“At last,” he said;“and I’ll con
fess that when 1 had once con
vinced them that I was on tin
right scent they did not let the
grass grow under their feet.
“My first step,” he said, in his
old quiet way, as he looked dream
ily into the fire, “was to find out if
Lucille was in any way connected
with old Leonard Armitage, the
Houth American millionaire.
That Moulsley Grey had killed the
brother and the old sweetheart of
Armitage I was convinced. He
was in the train when Lucille was
murdered. If I could discover
that she was also connected with
this terrible millionaire 1 should
have pretty conclusive proof that
Grey was at the bottom of this
crime also. W ell, I did not have
to inquire far,” he went on, gloom
ily. “Lucille, you know, was an
orphan and had no relatives in
this country. An uncle or ieis,
however, had gone abroad
15 years ago. His name was L. on
ard Armitage.”
"Good heavens!” I gasjied; “yon
don’t mean to say he has employed
Grey to eommit all these crimes.”
“Wait a bit. 1 am coming to
that. My agent from Valparaiso
sent me another batch of notes on
the case. At this stage a man
named Miguel Romero comes upon
the scene, lie was Leonard Armi
tage’s private secretary and con
iidential friend. 1 think I told you
before that Armitage appeared to
have only three correspondents in
the I'nited States—Mrs. Moreton,
Harold A i mitate, lawyer, and
Moulsley <lrey. Well, it appears
that only to one of these people
did the millionaire ever write per
-oually. That was Mrs. Moreton.
The letters to his brother and io
Grey were always written by tin*
secretary—or. at least, the ad
dresses on the envelopes were
written by Romero. That much
my agent discovered.
“The next incident was the sud
den death of Leonard Armitage.
The day after another letter was
sent by Miguel Romero to MouIk
ley Grey.
"The next piece of nows was
that Armitage had left all his
wealth to his secretary and friend.
Miguel Romero.
“When I heard that the whole
villainous scheme flashed across
my mind. I cabled to my agent to
send by return the terms of
the will. The reply cost me nearly
«stOO, hilt it was worth every com
of it. The will was dated four
years back and was peculiar in its
terms. With the exception of a
few legacies it left tin* whole at
the testator’s death to Mrs. More
ton. Then followed a proviso. In
the event of Mrs. Moreton dying
before the testator, the money
was to go to Harold Armitage,
awyer, of New York, and brother
to the testator. Then followed an
iw.e iir/iciL'/i T n f 1)0 n 1 (if t I) * *
leatli of both of these persons be
fore corning into the money, it wav
to go to Lucille Meadows, niece of
the testator. But, strange to say"
d here Yeo paused for a mo
' at togive emphasis to his words
“here was yet another proviso.
lr: ‘he event of the death during
’ the 'estator’s lifetime of all three
r>e: ■ ms above mentioned the
vie ^ property was left to ‘my
' ai fill ser vant and friend, Miguel
1 To ..•ro,’ ”
“ \ hat an infernal scheme!” I
•ri d. “Old Armitage’s gold has
I* ady cost three lives besides
1 i own. How many more, I won
!e: ?”
Two more at least,” said ^ eo
1 rri-h.
• i e,” lie went on, “that es
'blishes the motive. What I had
• o do next was to prove that Horn
0 and Orey were ncrompli(‘ps
ell, I have fairly good evidenc
•f that at last. There arrived a*
r e docks today the Lady M
• eet from Valparaiso. It had or
> otrd four eases of cement con
nod to M on Is ley Orey. 1
•any, \. V. On examin 't or
h case was found to con'a-r
• 1,000 in gold. Interestin' s"
-r On that the detectives
1 rented to act. Toniorrev. 1,1
, you, I and i wo rt ' “
rs lea ve b v I hr* 1 f>: o
ny, and the same tr'i^ “ ,:ir1'
the four cosos of ‘cement.’ I won
dor if Grey will bo at the statioi
to moot us?”
During the journey he was his ol<
self, chaffing tho two officers win
accompanied us and smoking in
eessantly.
Arriving at Albany all excep
yeo decided to have something t<
oat. lie said Ik* would wall
around the city and meet us agaii
within tho hour, when it was ar
ranged we should all dri\e t<
Grey’s just out of the city.
The hour passed. < >ur meal wai
finished, but Veo did not return
We waited another half hour, am
still he did not make his ap
pea ranee. Then it was reluctant
lv decided to go on without him.
It was a winter’s afternoon am
was already growing dusk, but i
was light enough for us toseethai
the whole house seemed empty
There was no sign of life any
where.
‘•The bird Inis flown!” mutteret
one of the officers, savagely. Hut
at the same moment he attemptei
to open the door of what was ap
parentiy a bedroom, and it would
not yield to his pressure. “Locked
from the inside!” he cried.
.u:<i with one blow of his to<'t In
bu:.-i it open.
\\ e all three made as though tr
rush into the room, and then stood
t tin* threshold, transfixed witl
horror. Reclining in a low »ast
chair, with a ghastly wound in hit
side, was iny poor friend Stanhope
Yeo. It looked as though blow
after blow had been delivered
tearing and cutting the clothe?
and flesh at every stroke.
His head had fallen forward, and
the dead, white face seined te
wear an amused expression. !
thought. He appeared to be look
ing down with his awful, steely
eyes upon the thing which rested
acres* his knees. The thing,
which we could not distinguish at
first in the growing dusk, was tin
hideously contorted body of
Mnulsley (trey.
The throat was still gripped b.v
the dead hand of Stanhope Yeo,
and the head sw ung back horrP h ,
as though the neck werebrok'-n.—
< 'hieago Tribune.
SCENERY AFTER BREAKFAST
Before the Morni" 7 Meal Judgment
Cannot Be safely Passed
Upon It.
“It s curious, you know, it really
is,” said a returned summer board
ir, “wnai euect a good square meal
will have on the imagination.
“VY e arrived at tne end 01 a long
railroad journey, on our way 10
where we were 10 spend the sum
mer, at live o ciock in 1 ne uiorinng.
Then we took a stage and roue
miles further over a niliy road, in
the chilly morning air, to one end
»f a lake, where we took a steam
boat and rode some more miles to
our hual destination, arriving
there at seven a. in.
1 Iltt.l.’.t. □ll/.k . . 1 ... . ■ 1 , ■ . c.
ees, alter being louted out ol bed
at four a. in, and before breakfast,
the scenery was disappointing,
liie lake seemed not so luueii big
ger than a good sized mill pond,
the trees were all stunted and the
mountains were not much bigger
than hills and we were inclined to
take a gloomy view of things, and
in that frame we remained until,
at i iliO, the tocsin sounded and we
went in to breakfast.
“lliat was a good breakfast,
with everything well cooked and
admirably served, and with par
ticularly excellent coffee, and wo
had tiie appetites of hungry mines
and lingered long.
W lien we had again come out
the sun was shining and the lake
had 1 '•i*n enlarged by four acres a t
l"ast; each indiv idual tree of ail
t he it tinier. •• thousands 1 ha I
everywhere fringed the lake's
s,.o:c> and rose upward on the
mountainous sides had grown f
^ '•1. ml the mountains them
selves now climbed to the sky.
!' "as all noble and restful
and beautiful-an<i so it remain? »
grow in-: on c all the time as loi •_
as we were there.
“Hereafter I shall never
judgment on scenery till
breakfast.”
pa <
aftei
1
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