PAGE TWELVE _ CAMPING ( HE French River is, In reality, a chain of small lakes connecting Lake Nipissing on the east with the Georglan Bay on the west, a distante of sixty miles, 1908, which crosses the French River two hundred -and fourteen Until ther these wilds of Northern Ontario were uncxplored, excepting by a few Mh | the Toronto-Sudbury Branch of magnificent waterway was prac the Canadian Pacific Railwar in June, tically. inaccessible. crosses the French River, is the most convenient centre for hunting area. Landing, a distance of séven miles; to Ox Lake, the confluence of the French and Pickerel: Rivers; camp accommodation offered by Mr, prospective sportsmen not making arrangements through these gentlemen sh the above illustrations. | IN THE OLD CLOCK CASE | The rumor that old Gabriel Morse had been murdered ran like wildfire through the little town of Hampden. Soon afterward every telgphone was humming busily, and a stream of morbidly curious men, women and children passed to and from the fine old house at the head of the street. In the dining room of the house the chief of the town polite force in- terviewed the dead man's two ser- vants. The chiel was an eagle eyed man of fifty, stern lipped, with grizzled hair and beetling brows. "Now, Amanda,' he said to the housekeeper, "tell me just what hap- pened last night." Amanda Smith pressed a handker- chief to her wet eyes and smoothed down the folds of her lavender cam- Bric dress. She was a wholesome looking woman, and her mother had kept house for Gabriel and his fath- er many years ago. "It was this way, Mr. Lane," she began nervously. "Mr. Morse had his dinner at 7 as usual and afterward went into the libra. "At 8 o'clock the front door bell * rang, and Professor House came in. He was quite a crony-of Mr. Morse's and sometimes came every night for a week and then for a spell he would not come for a nionth; "I ushered him into the library and heard Mr. Morse greet him. Lat- . er, 'about 0 o'clock, the library, bell rang, and Mr. Morse told me I could close up the house. He would let Professor House out himself. "So I elosed and locked all the doors 9nd 'windows excepting the front door, which I left for Mr. Morse to do. "1 went up to bed and didn't hear a sound until Peter came up. this morning and knocked at my doer saying that Mr. Morse was dead." Chief Lane turned to the 'man, SoacHmAn; gardener and house ser- » van "Well, Peter?" he 'prompted. "It's all as Amanda has said, sir," "aid Peter soberly. "1 hefped her lock up the house, and then I went out to my room over the carriage house and awoke about 5 this morn- ing. "I had a pass key to the Kitchen door, #0 I went in and started the fires in the kitchen stove and the cellar furnace. Then .1 wert 'inte . the library to start up the firs on the hearth. * Mr. Morse 'always had his breakfast in there. "I found the room in great comnfu- sion and the body of Mr. Morse hud- dled in his armchair. He was quite dead, I could see that, but I tele- phoned for Dr. Gray, and 1 guess he sent for you." Lane dismissed the two servants and went into the library. He logk- ed the door on the inside, and, nuk ling down the window shades to shu! out the curious faces peering jn from oo and veranda, and made a careful survey of the rivhly furnished room. 4 & struggle there must have t a in that quiet room! Chairs were overturned, pictures were he. lighted the there is also the Dry Pi Martin H, Fenton, Mr. W nish 'B1aer. AN ae "And he was found choked to death in his easy chair!" mused the officer. Some one was fumbling at 'the door-knob, and he crossed the room and opened the door. "Oh, it's you, Gray!™ he said us he admitted the physician. "1 was wishing you would come down. Well what do you make of it ah?" Dr. Gray, who had bpen Gabriél Morse's most intimate fF iend, sadly shook his head. % "It's a bad business, Larne. Mur- der, of course, But why?" "Money," suggested the other, "Nothing missing. His gold watch was untouched, and lock here." He unlocked a drawer in the great ma- hogany desk and, pulling out a tin box, displayed it - filled with crisp banknotes and gold double eagles. "1 found the drawer unlocked and possessed myself of the key," he said. The contents were undis- turbed. = Eliminate robbery as a motive, what next?" r - : "Revenge," promptly the other. "Did Gabriel have an enemy?" "Not that we know of, but he might have had one--eh!" "What is it?" asked Lane. "What about Prgfessor Where is he?" "The professor was suddenly call- away this morning. His land- answered House? ed gram." "Let us intervie? Mrs. Quayle, then." Locking up the library, men left the house. way down the steps, eager questions of the increasing crowd, they lked over toward Phoebe Quayle's houser * Professor House, a quiet, trusive man of middle age ---------- the two Pushing their avoiding the unob- had basking askew, books were scatter. | E TICE, ed about, : Sat ; lady! sald he was summoned by tele ge ara id xc ya Fone i seen leading Prince, Austriaw A Slthaid a sick Turk 1a the ssaflold. AL sre Tepes oes From French the canoeist can reach the French: Village, the possessor of a launch may travel at leisure fifteen miles east _to Five Mile Rapids; nineteen miles west to Petite Dalles Rapids, from which point the French Village lay be reached by footpath, a distance of one' mile; from Pickerel Landing, en. nineteen t iles north of Toronto, | French Station, to the west, one mile and a quarter south of French. the launch may be or the launch may be used to the east of Kidd's ine Bay-Murdock River and chain of small lakes cance trip to Wanup and down the Wahnapitae R which give but a glimpse of the vastness of these almost virgin fishirg and hunting wilds: Prior to the completion of forty-five miles of this where the railway with but thr uti iver to Little Wahnapitae Lake, Apart from, cabin and erdinarv and Messrs. Dubois and Eldon, an outing in this district must be considered purely a camping nroposition. and ould prepare accordingly. boarded with Mrs. Quayle for two years, ever since he had come to as- sume the duties of principal of. the Hampden High school. Mrs. Quayle met thei at the door, a silent, dark eyed, thin faced wom- an possessed of a melancholy spirit. "Wé would like to see Professor House," said the doctor, pleasantly. "Not at home, doctor," said the woman. "He was called away by a telegram before breakfast. He left at once." . . "What time did he come in last night?" asked Chief Lane. "About 11 o'clock. I heard the front door close, and just as his foot- steps creaked across the floor over 'my head the clock in the hall struck x. Did you hear him go out again? "Mercy, no! I went sound asleep and didn't wake up until. the mes- senger rang the doorbell and asked for Professor House. I signed the book and took the message up andl put.it under 'his door. Ten ming: tes afterward he came down carry- ing a small bag and saying he was called to New York for a few days." "And about the school?" "It's holiday time, you sir" "Of course it is. You don't know the nature of the message he receiv- ed?" know, *"I know it word for word. Teft it on his bureau," she returned; taking a erumpled yellow paper from hér apron pocket. The two men bent over the tele gram. reading the brief message con- tained therein: Time is up. © Do it now or receive your reward! KESTNER. Lane turned to the woman. "Was Professor House spirits when ' he went morning?" ° He a French in good} away this Ca "Oh, yes, and he smiled and seem- ed quite cheerful." "Of course he didn't know that Gabriel Morse had been murdered," observed the doctor. "No," said the woman in a dull voice. Dr. Gray looked at her coolly. "Now, we will take a look at the professor's room Mrs. Quayle." Without a word she led the way upstairs, the men following. "Here are his rooms," she said, throwing oper a door-into study. and adjoining bedroom, "just as 'he left them." Dr. Gray looked adound at the orderly rooms and then at the un- made bed. "Except that you have rumpled the bedclothes to make it appear that he slept here, when he did not," he said mildly: "I don't know what you're driving at, Dr. Gray," said the woman sullen- ly. ' "The truth, Mrs. Quayle," he said. "I've told all I know," she. insisted. "Come, Lawe;" said the doctor cartly. . They went down the fromt stairs. In the corner behind the front door was the tall grandfather's clock. "Your clock. has stopped, Quayle," said Dr. Gray, "It does not keep good time, sir," she said in a strained voice. "Perhaps I can mend it." said Dr. Gray, and before the woman could remonstrate he had pulled open the | door. Something bulky filled the ancient cloch case. Chief Lane blinked dazedly.. , "Why it's the professor!' "he cried. "He's unconscious or dead!" "Dead in a few minutes don't hurry. Help me to put him on the couch yonder. Hand me my enim era Sires ad soldier at the front, and. proved a the Kaiser, the Crown an oy if you Excellent fishing is found al throogh this district, portions of which are showy by a= medicine case, open the windows, then lock that woman up securely." Half an hour later Professor House was able to sit up and give a connected account of what had hap- pened since 'he had left Gabrie Morse's home the night before, "I said good might to Mr. Morse and came homie at 11 o'clock. Just as: I was -entering the gate I met a man coming steathiily out. He did not see me until 'I placed my hand on his shoulder. Then he turned and struck savagely at me "In the moonlight I recognized him as Mrs. Quayle's son, Andrew, who, you know, is or was serving a long prison sentence for burglarly. "He wrenched away and vanished up- the road. I supposed he had es- caped from prison. I felt sorry for his mother. "The house was quiet, and I went up to go te bed, but I didn't go after all. I sat by my open window, thinking about Gabriel Morse's splen- did cellection of diamonds which he had been showing me that evening. "There was no light in my room and I must have nodded off to sleep. A fouch on my face awakened me. Quayle was crouched on the piazza yroof, holding something wet to my Mrs. | ! {Smell of chloroform and then mouth and nose. I recognized the lost that tied consciousness, You tell me you found a saturated sponge about my face?" "Yes," said Dr. Gray. "In anoth- er hour it would have been too late to revive you.' = "Then it was Quayle who murder- ed Gabriel Morse! Lane. "Gabriel dead ?™ echoed Préfessor House. "Oh, no!" Dr. Gray smiled cheer- fully. "We thought he was--but Quayle was a coward after all--he dared not finish the job he begin. "He got in through the umlocked he was putting away the unset dia- yponds. They fought all over the place and finally he choked the old man into insensibility. Then hg got away, ¢ "Gabriel. Morse 'whispered the story to me just before I joined you in the library, chief." Lane looked chagrined. there hasn't been a murder, all." A. hope Mr. Morse will recover. In the meantime you might begin your hunt for Andrew Quayle." "I'l try the railroad first," said the chief, moving toward the door. "You might begin by searching this house," advised 'the doctor dry- iy. 1 stepped on a loose diamond in the upper hall." Hall an hour afterward Chief Lane unearthed Andrew Quayle in the far- thest corner of his mothex's attic, the stolen diamongs wefe recov- "Then aft ter, +As for Professor House's telegram it 'was a clumsy forgery prepared by Andrew Quayle to draw . suspicion away from his mother's house so he could Escape. 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