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«DUST TO: DUST, <4 ] do.”’ “Mr. Lamont, will you please describe this guest to the gentlemen of the jury?” “He was short and slight, rather Slavic in type and very dark.” The witness ap- peared to be searching his mind in an ef- fort to express himself. ‘“‘ He insisted that he was an intimate, old friend of Mr. Ham- ersley, and had come from the West solely to attend the wedding, only to find at the last moment that he had mislaid his card. 1 led him to one of the rear pews. Had he not been correctly attired for the occa- sion I would not have admitted him, for he was—well, not of Mr. Hamersley’s class —not—not a gentleman, really!” A smothered but belligerent ejaculation came from the eighth chair in the jury box, where the truck driver glowered, and the district attorney queried hurriedly: “Can you recall any further details of the man’s personal appearance?” “His lips’ were extraordinarily red, and he had hands as small as a woman’s. I ~ noticed them particularly, for he kept mov- ing them nervously, as if he was excited. That is all I remember, but he impressed me most unpleasantly.” “Did you notice him again after you showed him to the pew?” “Only at the end of the ceremony. He was the first to leave the church directly behind the bridal couple, and I felt again - that I had made a mistake in admitting him,” “Have you seen this man since, Mr. Lamont?” The witness nodded solemnly and his countenance took on the hue of a ripe to- mato. — “At eight o’clock this morning.” ‘““ Where?” “In the morgue.” The reply came with shocking Shrine ness to every one but Claudia and ‘her coun- sel, and a slight commotion arose in the court room until sternly quelled by the gavel. “You positively ‘identify the body you saw in the morgue this morning as that of - the man you admitted to the wedding with- out a Je | 2 ce j do.”’ “The defendant’s witness.” The district — attorney had made his climax with a fine regard for dramatic values, but when Mat- — ‘thew Rowe got leisurely out of his chair he proceeded, in his benign, cheerfully courte- ous voice to render the witness more un- comfortable still. : Despite numerous objections from the prosecution, Mr. Lamont wasn’t sure the man said he had come from the “ West ” after all; it might have been “ East.” No, he hadn’t had a Western accent; not any, . in fact. Witness couldn’t be certain, either, about his excitement; perhaps it was only his manner. Pressed as to the unpleasant — impression he had received, Mr. Lamont —— found that he could not explain it to his own or any one’s else comprehension, and ee, retracted the statement completely =e in injured dignity. With the exception of number eight, whose desire to know what the witness called a “ gentleman” was overruled, the jury was too stunned by the identification of the body in the morgue to offer any <= questions, and Mr. Lamont left the ae = with alacrity. His place was taken by a sharp-featured, Shabbily dressed woman with a drageled feather hanging from her storm-beaten hat : 2 She was Mrs. Delia down over one eye, Irs. Deliz Toohey, and “ went out by the day;” she — had been in the crowd outside the church, right at the curb beside the awning when si the bride and groom came out, and she'd — seen the gentleman plain who’d followed them out and took Mr. Hamersley’s arm. He was small-like and dark, but grand look- ing, even if he did act worried. Mr. Ham- ersley seemed surprised, but greeted him real quiet and friendly, and afterward he — looked worried, too. She hadn’t heard nothing the man said, he spoke so low, but - being right at the automobile door, as you might say, she did get a few words when Mr. Hamersley spoke to the bride. | “something unforeseen—leave the city to-day—I will come to you——musin't oes : —home and wait.” = She couldn't guess what it meant, of = = course, but she crowded forward and saw the - bride nod, real sorrowful looking. — 995 = comicbooks. SRC ee ee SS Stan — ——S ———— = aX