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Updated: June 11, 2025
Inside of half an hour you will be safe in prison, and then we shall round up such other members of the gang as are still at large. Unless you want to make a confession, you will have to stand trial for the murder of Mr. and Mrs. Langmore." "Never! I'll I'll tell all I know, first!" The man's lips were white and his eyes full of commingled rage and fear.
"In taking up an affair of this sort one must look at it from all sides." "I do not believe my father either killed her or committed suicide," answered Margaret Langmore firmly. "Do you think Mrs. Langmore would act in such a fashion?" The girl pondered for a moment. "Honestly I do not. She may have killed my father, but if so she would have run away."
He knew the servant was in the barn, and he heard Miss Langmore playing on the piano in the parlor. He met Mrs. Langmore just coming from her room. She was scared, but before she could scream or resist, he gave her what was left of the powder and she fell over where she was found.
"I'll take a look around that brook again, and see if that strange man is anywhere in sight," he told himself, and got back to the vicinity without delay. Fortune favored him for once, for scarcely had he reached the back of the Langmore mansion when he saw the stranger leap the brook again and come up towards the house. "Just in time," murmured the detective.
Doctor Bardon was the first to come over he and his mother." "So I heard. I think I'll step over and speak to them a moment." "So you are working for Miss Langmore?" "Yes, in a way." "You'll have an uphill job clearing her. The coroner thinks he has a clear case against her." "Do you know what evidence he possesses?" "Not exactly. He isn't telling all he knows," returned the officer of the law.
"The only marks I found were two scratches on the right arm of Mrs. Langmore, right above the wrist, and a scratch on Mr. Langmore's left cheek." "Finger nail scratches?" "Possibly, or else they may have been made by a ring or bracelet if there was a struggle." "Hum! Have you anything else to tell, doctor?" "I have not. I am willing to tell all I know."
I followed you up because I think you were connected with the Langmore murders." At this Matlock Styles started, but quickly recovered. "What made you think that?" "Certain things I discovered around the mansion." "Bah! That shows how you detectives often miss it. I was not near the Langmore house when the murders were committed." "You can prove that?" questioned Adam Adams curiously.
She had a weak heart naturally, and was stone dead some time before I got there." "You thought you saw a spark of life in Mr. Langmore?" "Not exactly a spark, but I thought there might be hope. But I was mistaken, although I did everything I could." "I have been told that working over the corpse made you sick." At these words, the face of the young physician showed his annoyance.
The coroner mounted the platform and rapped on a desk with his knuckles. "The ahem! courtroom will come to order!" he called out, gazing around on all sides. There was a final buzz and then the place became quiet, broken only by the ticking of a big round clock on the wall. "We are gathered here ahem! to inquire into the mysterious deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Barry Langmore," went on the coroner.
"And this is the reason why the police think Miss Langmore the guilty person?" "It is. Their theory is that she first quarrelled with her stepmother and murdered her, and then struck down her father to cover her guilt, he having discovered what she was doing." "How old is Miss Langmore?" "She has just passed her twenty-third birthday." "Humph!
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