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THE MURDER IN SALTASHE WOODS.......................................................................................................1

BARONESS ORCZY..............................................................................................................................1

WE all called him "Skin o' my Tooth": his friends, who were few; his clients, who were many, and I, his

confidential clerk, solusand very proud I am to hold that position. I believe, as a matter of fact, that his

enemiesand their name is legion call him Patrick Mulligan; but to us all who know him as he is, "Skin o'

my Tooth" he always was, from the day that he got a verdict of "Not guilty" out of the jury who tried James

Tovey, "the Dartmouth murderer." Tovey hadn't many teeth, but it was by the skin of those few molars of his

that he escaped the gallows; not thanks to the pleading of his counsel, but all thanks to the evidence collected

Of course, Skin o' my Tooth is not popular among his colleagues; there is much prejudice and petty spite in

Everyone knows that Skin o' my Tooth is totally unacquainted with the use of kid gloves. He works for the

Funnylooking man, too, old Skin o' my Toothfat and rosy and comfortable as an Irish pig, with a face as

stodgy as a boiled currant dumpling. His hair, I believe, would be red if he gave it a chance at all, but he

wears it cropped so close to his bulky head that he looks bald in some lights. Then, we all know that gentle

smile of his, and that trick of casting down his eyes which gives him a look that is best described by the word

Now, in the case of Edward Kelly, everyone will admit that that young man came nearer being hanged for

On Tuesday, September 3rd, Mary Mills and John Craddockwho were walking through the Saltashe

Woodscame across the body of a man lying near the pond, in a pool of blood. Mary, of course, screamed,

and would have fled; but John, manfully conquering the feeling of sickness which threatened to overcome

him too, went up to the body to get a closer view of the face. To his horror he recognised Mr. Jeremiah

Whadcoat, a wellknown, respectable resident of Pashet. The unfortunate man seemed to John Craddock to

be quite dead; still, he thought it best to despatch Mary at once for Doctor Howden, and also to the

policestation; whilst he, with really commendable courage, elected to remain beside the body alone.

It appears that about half an hour after Mary had left him, John thought that he detected a slight movement in

the rigid body, which he had propped up against his knee, and that the wounded man uttered a scarcely

audible sigh and then murmured a few words. The young man bent forward eagerly, striving with all his

might to catch what these words might be. According to his subsequent evidence before the coroner's jury,

"The letter . . . Kelly . . . Edward . . . the other." After that all seemed over, for the face became more rigid

It was past six o'clock before the doctor and the inspector, with two constables and a stretcher from Pashet

policestation, appeared upon the scene and relieved John Craddock of his lonely watch. Mr. Whadcoat had

not spoken again, and the doctor pronounced life to be extinct. The body was quietly removed to Mr.

Whadcoat's house in Pashet, Mary Mills having already volunteered for the painful task of breaking the news

The unfortunate man was cashier to Messrs. Kelly and Co., the great wine merchants; so Mr. Kelly, of

Saltashe Park, also Mr. Edward Kelly, of Wood Cottage, were apprised of the sad event.

At this stage the tragic affair seemed wrapped up in the most profound mystery. Mr. Jeremiah Whadcoat was

not known to possess a single enemy, and he certainly was not sufficiently endowed with worldly wealth to

tempt the highway robber. So far the police had found nothing on the scene of the crime which: could lead to

a cluefootsteps of every shape and size leading in every direction, a few empty cartridges here and there;

all of which meant nothing, since Saltashe Woods are full of game, and both Mr. Kelly and Mr. Edward Kelly

The public understood that permission had been obtained from Mr. Kelly to drag the pond, and, not knowing

I believe that that inquest was one of the most memorable in the annals of a coroner's court. There was a large

crowd, of course, for the little town of Pashet was a mass of seething curiosity.

The expert evidence of Dr. Howden, assisted by the divisional surgeon, was certainly very curious. Both

learned gentlemen gave it as their opinion that deceased met his death through the discharge of small shot

fired from a rifle at a distance of not more than a couple of yards. All the shot had lodged close together in

The police, on the other hand, had quite a titbit of sensation ready for the eager public. They had dragged

the pond and had found the carcass of a dog. The beast had evidently been shot with the same rifle which had

ended poor Mr. Whadcoat's days, the divisional surgeon, who had examined the carcass, having pronounced

the woundwhich was in the sideto be exactly similar in character. A final blow dealt on the animal's

head with the buttend of the rifle, however, had been the ultimate cause of its death. As the medical officer

gave this sensational bit of evidence, a sudden and dead silence fell over all in that crowded court, for it had

leaked out earlier in the day that the dead dog found in the pond was "Rags," Mr. Edward Kelly's

In the midst of that silence, Miss Amelia Whadcoatthe sister of the deceased gentlemanstepped forward,

"It came under cover, addressed to me," she explained, "on the Tuesday evening."

The coroner, half in hesitation, turned the square envelope between his fingers. At last he read aloud

"To the Coroner and Jury at the inquest, should a fatal accident occur to me this (Tuesday) afternoon, in

Then he tore open the envelope. Immediately everyone noticed the look of boundless astonishment which

spread over his face. There was a moment of breathless silent expectation among the crowd, while Miss

Amelia stood quietly with her hands demurely folded over her gingham umbrella and her swollen eyes fixed

"Gentlemen, this letter is addressed to you as well as to myself. I am, therefore, bound to acquaint you of its

contents; but I must, of course, warn you not to allow your minds to be unduly influenced, however strange

these few words may seem to you. The letter is dated from Ivy Lodge, Pashet, Tuesday, September 3rd, and

signed 'Jeremiah Whadcoat.' It says: 'Mr. Coroner and Gentlemen of the Jury,I beg to inform you that on

this day, at 2.30 p.m., I am starting to walk to Saltashe, there to see Mr. Kerhoet and Mr. Kelly on important

business. Mr. Edward Kelly has desired me to meet him by the pond in Saltashe Woods, on my way. He

knows of the business which takes me to Saltashe. He and I had a violent quarrel at the office on the subject

last night, and he has every reason for wishing that I should never speak of it to Mr. Kelly and to Mr.

Kerhoet. Last night he threatened to knock me down. If any serious accident happen to me, let Mr. Edward

A deadly silence followed, and then a muttered curse from somewhere among the crowd.

And Mr. Edward Kelly, young, goodlooking, but, at this moment, as pale as death, pushed his way forward

He wanted to speak, but the coroner waved him aside in his most official manner, while Miss Amelia

Whadcoat demurely concluded her evidence. Personally, she knew nothing of her brother's quarrel with Mr.

Edward Kelly. She did not even know that he was going to Saltashe Woods on that fatal afternoon. Then she

Questioned by the coroner, he admitted the quarrel spoken of by the deceased, admitted meeting him by the

pond in Saltashe Woods, but emphatically denied having the slightest illfeeling against "Old Whadcoat," as

he called him, and, above all, having the faintest desire for wishing to silence him for ever.

"I don't deny it," retorted the young man. "It was the result of a preposterous accusation old Whadcoat saw fit

"It was not a clandestine meeting. I knew that he intended walking to Saltashe from Pashet through the

Woods; a road from my house cuts the direction which he would be bound to follow, exactly at right angles. I

wished to speak to him, and it saved me a journey all the way to Pashet, or him one down to my house. I met

him at halfpast three. We had about fifteen minutes talk; then I left him and went back home."

"What was he doing when you left him?" asked the coroner, with distinct sarcasm.

"Quite so," assented the coroner grimly. "But what about your dog, who was found with its head battered in,

"Poor old 'Rags' strayed away that morning. I did not see him at all that day. He certainly was not with me

The rapidly spoken questions and answers had been listened to by the public and the jury with breathless

interest. No one uttered a sound, but all were watching that the handsome young man, who seemed, with

every word he uttered, to incriminate himself more and more. The quarrel, the assignation, the gun he was

carrying; he denied nothing but he did protest his innocence with all his might.

One or two people had heard the report of a gun whilst walking on one or other of the roads that skirt

Saltashe Woods, but their evidence as to the precise hour was unfortunately rather vague. Reports of guns in

Saltashe Woods were very frequent, and no one had taken particular notice. On the other hand, the only

witness who had seen Mr. Edward Kelly entering the wood was not ready to swear whether he had his dog

Though it had been fully expected ever since Jeremiah Whadcoat's posthumous epistle had been read, the

verdict of "Wilful murder against Edward St. John Kelly" found the whole population of Pashet positively

aghast. Brother of Mr. Kelly, of Saltashe Park, the accused was one of the most popular figures in this part of

Hertfordshire. When his subsequent arrest became generally known in London, as well as in his own county,

THE day after that memorable inquest and sensational arrestnamely, on the it Saturday, I arrived at our

dingy old office in Finsbury Square at about twelve o'clock, after I had seen to some business at Somerset

I found Skin o' my Tooth curled up in his armchair before a small fireas the day was wet and coldjust

like a great fat and frowsy dog. He waited until I had given him a full report of what I had been doing, then

I was not astonished. That case of murder in the Saltashe Woods was just one of those which inevitably

drifted into the hands of Skin o' my Tooth. Though the whole aspect of it was remarkably clear, instinctively

(My name is Alexander Stanislaus Mullins, but Skin o' my Tooth will have his little joke).

"I am going to get Edward Kelly out of the hole his own stupidity has placed him in."

"It will be by the skin of his teeth if you do, sir, the evidence against him is positively crushing," I muttered.

"A miss is as good as a mile, where the hangman's rope is concerned, Muggins. But you had better call a

hansom; we can go down to Pashet this afternoon. Edward Kelly is out on bail, and Mr. Kelly tells me that I

shall find him at Wood Cottage. I must get out of him the history of his quarrel with the murdered man."

"Well, anyway, he seemed to think it best that the accused should tell me his own version of it. In any case,

both Mr. Kelly and his wife are devoured with anxiety about this brother, who seems to have been a bit of a

There was no time to say more then, as we found that, by hurrying, we could catch the 1.5 p.m. train to

Pashet. We found Mr. Edward Kelly at Wood Cottage, a pretty little house on the outskirts of Saltashe

Woods. He had been told of our likely visit by his brother. He certainly looked terribly ill and like a man

"I am the victim of the most damnable circumstances, Mr. Mulligan," he said; "but I swear to you that I am

"I always take it for granted, Mr. Kelly," said Skin o' my Tooth blandly, "that my client is innocent. If the

reverse is the case, I prefer not to know it. But you have to appear before the magistrate on Monday. I must

get a certain amount of evidence on your behalf, in order to obtain the remand I want. So will you try and tell

me, as concisely and as clearly as possible, what passed between you and Mr. Whadcoat the day before the

"Old Whadcoat saw fit to accuse me of certain defalcations in the firm's banking account, of which I was

totally innocent," began Mr. Edward Kelly quietly. "As you know, my brother and I are agents in England for

M. de Kerhoet's champagne. Whadcoat was our cashier and bookkeeper. Twice a year we pay over into M.

de Kerhoet's bank in Paris the money derived from the sale of his wines, after deducting our commission. In

the meanwhile, we havejointly the full control of the moneythat is to say, all cheques paid to the firm

have to be endorsed by us both, and all cheques drawn on the firm must bear both our signatures.

"It was just a month before the halfyearly settlement of accounts. Whadcoat, it appears, went down to the

bank, got the cancelled cheques, and discovered that some �10,000, the whole of the credit balance due next

month to M. de Kerhoet, had been drawn out of the bank, the amounts not having been debited in the books.

"To my intense amazement, he showed me these cheques, and then and there accused me of having forged

my brother's name and appropriated the firm's money to my own use. You see, he knew of certain unavowed

extravagances of mine which had often landed me in financial difficulties more or less serious, and which are

the real cause of my being forced to live in Wood Cottage whilst my brother can keep up a line establishment

at Saltashe Park. But the accusation was preposterous, and I was furious with him. I looked at the cheques.

My signature certainly was perfectly imitated, that of my brother perhaps a little less so. They were 'bearer'

cheques, made out in a replica of old Whadcoat's handwriting to 'M. de Kerhoet,' and endorsed at the back in

"Old Whadcoat persisted in his accusations, and very high words ensued between us. I believe I did threaten

to knock him down if he did not shut up. Anyway, he told me that he would go over the next afternoon to

Saltashe Park to expose me before my brother and M. de Kerhoet, who was staying there on a visit to

"I left him then, meaning to go myself that same evening to Saltashe Park and see my brother about it; but on

my journey home, certain curious suspicions with regard to old Whadcoat himself crept up in my mind, and

then and there I determined to try and see him again and to talk the matter over more dispassionately with

him, in what I thought would be his own interests. My intention was to make, of course, my brother

acquainted with the whole matter at once, but to leave M. de Kerhoet out of the question for the present; so I

wired to Whadcoat in the morning to make the assignation which has proved such a terrible mistake."

Edward Kelly added that he left Jeremiah Whadcoat, after his interview with him by the pond, in as excited a

frame of mind as before. Fearing that his own handwriting on the cheques might entail serious consequences

to himself, nothing would do but M. de Kerhoet as well as Mr. Kelly must, be told of the whole thing

"When I left him," concluded the young man, "he was sitting on a tree stump by the pond, smoking his pipe

"Old Whadcoat had them in his pocket when I left him. I conclude, as there has been no mention of them by

There was so much simplicity and straight forwardness in Edward Kelly's narrative that I, for one, was ready

to believe every word of it. But Skin o' my Tooth's face was inscrutable. He sat in a low chair with his hands

folded before him, his eyes shut and a general air of polite imbecility about his whole unwieldy person. I

could see that our client was viewing him with a certain amount of irritability.

"Well, sir," replied Skin o' my Tooth, "it strikes me that what with your quarrel with the deceased, the

assignation in the Woods, his posthumous denunciation of you as his assassin, and his dying words, we have

"In all cases of this sort, my dear sir," continued Skin o' my Tooth quietly, "the great thing is to keep

absolutely cool. If you are innocentremember, I do not doubt it for a momentthen I will bring that crime

home to its perpetrator. Justice never miscarriesat least, when I have I guidance of it in my hands."

It would be impossible to render the tone of supreme conceit with which Skin o' my Tooth made this last

assertion; but it had the desired effect, for Edward Kelly brightened up visibly as he said

"On Monday, before the magistrate. I can get that remand for you, I think, and then we shall have a free hand.

ON the Monday, Edward Kelly was formally charged before the beak; and I must say that when I then heard

the formidable array of circumstantial evidence which the police had collected against our client, I sadly

began to fear that not even by the skin of his teeth would Edward Kelly escape from the awful hole in which

he was literally wallowing. However, Skin o' my Tooth hammered away at the police evidence with regard to

the dog. The prosecution made a great point of the fact that Mr. Whadcoat and "Rags" had been killed by the

same rifle and at the same time and place, and the one point in Edward Kelly's favour was that neither his

servants at Wood Cottage, nor the witness who saw him enter the wood, could swear that the dog was with

him on that day. On the strength of that, and for the purpose of collecting further evidence with regard to the

dog, Skin o' my Tooth finally succeeded in obtaining a remand until the following Friday.

Personally, I thought that there was quite sufficient evidence for hanging any man, without the testimony of

"Now, Muggins," said Skin o' my Tooth to me later in the day, "the fun is about to begin. You go down to

Coutts's this afternoon and find out all about those cheques which caused the quarrel, and by whom they were

presented. Don't mix the police up in our affairs, whatever you do. If there is anything you can't manage, get

Fairburn to help you; he is discretion itself and hates the regular force. Beyond that, try and work alone."

I had done more difficult jobs than that before now, and Skin o' my Tooth knows he can rely on me. I left him

curled up in an armchair with a French novel in his hand and started on my quest. I got to Coutts's just

before closing time, saw the chief cashier and explained my errand and its importance to him, asking for his

kind help in the matter. He was courteous in the extreme, and within a few moments I had ascertained from

him that cheques on Kelly and Co.'s account, perfectly en r�gle, and made out to "E. de Kerhoet, or Bearer,"

had been cashed on certain dates which he gave me. They were in each instance presented by a

commissionaire in uniform, who brought a card"M. Edouard de Kerhoet," with "Please give bearer amount

in �5 notes," scribbled in pencil in the same handwriting as the endorsement on the cheques.

"The amounts varied between �1,200 and �3,000," continued the cashier, still referring to his book. "Being

'bearer' cheques, and signed in the usual manner, we had no occasion to doubt them, and of course we cashed

The cashier added one more detail which fairly staggered menamely, that the commissionaire wore a cap

with "Kelly and Co." embroidered upon it. If necessary, there were plenty of cashiers and clerks at the bank

who could identify him. He was a tall man of marked foreign appearance, with heavy black hair, beard and

moustache cut very trim. On one occasion when he left, he dropped a bit of paper which contained the name

When I got back to the office, I found Skin o' my Tooth placidly sleeping in his big armchair. I had had a

hard day and was dead tired, and for the moment when I saw him there, looking so fat, so pink, and so

"Capital! capital, Muggins!" he ejaculated languidly. "But, by Jove! that's a clever rascal. That touch about

the name on the cap is peculiarly happy and daring. It completely allayed the suspicions of the cashiers at

Coutts's. Now, listen, Muggins," he added, with that sudden, quickchanging mood of his which in a moment

transformed him from the lazy, apathetic Irish lawyer to the weird human bloodhound who scents the track.

"That foreign commissionaire is a disguise, of course; the cap hides the edge of the wig and shades the brow,

the black beard and moustache conceal the mouth and chin, the foreign accent disguises the voice. We may

take it, therefore, that the thief and his ambassador are one and the same persona man, moreover, well

known at Coutts's, since disguise was necessary. Do you follow me, Muggins? And remember, the motive is

there. The man who defrauded Kelly and Co. is the same who murdered Whadcoat later on. Whadcoat was

effectually silenced, the telltale cheques have evidently been destroyed. There would have been silence and

mystery over the whole scandal, until the defalcations could be made good, but for Whadcoat's letter to the

coroner and his dying words: 'The letter . . . Kelly . . . Edward . . . the other ....' "He paused suddenly and

"It's that confounded dog I can't quite make out! . . . Did Edward Kelly, after all . . ."

It was that great "after all!" which had puzzled me all along. "Was Edward Kelly guilty, after all?" I had

asked myself that question a hundred times a day. Then, as I was silentlost in conjectures over this

"By Jove! I've got it, Muggins! 'The other.' What a fool I have been! Go to bed, boy; I want a rest. too. To

FROM that moment Skin o' my Tooth was a transformed being. he always is when he has got a case "well in

hand," as he calls it. He certainly possesses a weird faculty for following up the trail of blood. Once he holds

what he believes to be a clue, his whole appearance changes; his great, fat body seems, as it were, to crouch

together ready for a spring and there is a wild quiver about his nostrils which palpably suggests the

bloodhound, only his eyes remain inscrutably hidden beneath their thick fleshy lids.

It was twelve o'clock the next day when our train steamed into Pashet station. We had a fly from there and

At the door, Skin o' my Tooth asked for the master of the house; but hearing that he was out, he requested

that his card might be taken in to Mrs. Kelly. The next moment we were ushered into a luxuriously furnished

library, full of books and flowers, and with deep mullioned windows opening out upon a Queen Anne terrace.

The mistress of the housean exceedingly beautiful woman, received us with every mark of eagerness and

She welcomed usor, rather, my esteemed employermost effusively; and when we were all seated, she

asked many questions about Mr. Edward Kelly, to which Skin o' my Tooth replied as often as she allowed

"Oh, Mr. Mulligan," she said finally, "I am so glad that you asked to see me. I have been positively ill and

devoured with anxiety about my brotherinlaw. My husband thinks that I upset myself and only get

hopelessly wretched if I read about it all in the papers, so he won't allow me to see one now; but, I assure you,

the uncertainty is killing me, as I feel sure that Mr. Kelly is trying to comfort me and to make Edward's case

Skin o' my Tooth gravely shook his head. "It could not very well be more hopeless," he said.

"You can't mean that?" she said, while tears gathered in her eyes. "He is innocent, Mr. Mulligan. I swear he is

"I quite believe that, my dear lady; but unfortunately circumstances are terribly against him. Even his dead

"'Rags!'" she exclaimed in astonishment"what can the poor doggie have to do with this awful tragedy?

Poor old thing! it lost its way the very morning that the terrible catastrophe occurred. M. de Kerhoet was

staying here that day, and I had taken him for a drive to Hitching before luncheon. On the way home I saw

'Rags' in the road, looking very sorry for himself. I took him in the carriage with me and brought him home."

Skin o' my Tooth looked politely interested, but I hardly liked to breathe; it seemed to me that a fellow

"'Rags' knew us all here just as well as it did its own master," continued Mrs. Kelly, "and when my husband

went out with his gun in the afternoon, 'Rags' followed him, whilst M. de Kerhoet and I went on to a

"And what happened to 'Rags' after that?" asked Skin o' my Tooth. "To tell you the truth, the awful tragedy I

heard of that afternoon drove poor 'Rags' out of my mind; then the next day, I am thankful to say, M. de

Kerhoet left us and went back to Paris. I did hear something about the poor dog being drowned in the pond;

Mrs. Kelly was sitting with her back to the great mullioned windows; she could not, therefore, see her

husband, who seemed to have just walked across the terrace and to paused a moment, with his hand on the

open window, before entering the room. Whether he had heard what his wife was saying, I did not know,

"I remember now," continued Mrs. Kelly innocently, "seeing my husband put away 'Rags'' collar the other

day in his bureau. I dare say Edward will be glad to have it later on, when all this horrid business is over. You

I all but uttered an exclamation then. It seemed too horrible to bear this young wife so hopelessly and

innocently denouncing her own husband with every word she uttered. I looked up at the motionless figure

still standing in the window. Skin o' my Tooth, who sat immediately facing it, seemed to make an almost

imperceptible sign of warning. Mr. Kelly then retired as silently as he had come.

Two minutes later he entered the room by the door. He seemed absolutely calm and collected, and held out

his hand to Skin o' my Tooth, who took it without the slightest hesitation; then Mr. Kelly turned to his wife

"You will forgive me, won't you, dear, if I take Mr. Mulligan into my study? There are one or two points I

"Oh! I'll run away," she said gaily. "I must dress for luncheon. You'll stay, won't you, Mr. Mulligan? No? I

She was gone, and we three men were left alone. I offered to leave the room, but Mr. Kelly motioned me to

"I suppose that you came here today for the express purpose of setting a trap for my wife; and she fell into

it, poor soul! not knowing that she was damning her own husband. Of course, you did your duty by your

"To place Mrs. Kelly in the witnessbox on my client's behalf, and make her repeat the story she told us

"After that, you must look to yourself, Mr. Kelly. I am not a detective, and you know best whether you have

anything to fear when once the attention of the police is directed upon yourself. I shall obtain Mr. Edward

Kelly's discharge tomorrow, of course. Backed by Mrs. Kelly's testimony, and, if need be, that of Mr.

Kerhoet, in Paris, I can now prove that the dog could not have been shot by my client, since it was following

you on the afternoon that the murder was committed. Since the chief point in the theory of the prosecution

lies in the fact that Mr. Whadcoat and the dog were shot on the same day and with the same rifle, and seeing

that the animal's collar was known to be in your possession the day following the crime, my client is

absolutely sure to obtain a full discharge and to be allowed to leave the court without a stain upon his

Mr. Kelly had listened to Skin o' my Tooth's quiet explanation without betraying the slightest emotion; then

"Thank you, Mr. Mulligan. I think I quite understand the situation. Personally, I feel that it is entirely for the

best; life under certain conditions become abominable torture, and I have no strength left with which to

combat fate. I did kill old Whadcoat in a moment of unreasoning fear, just as I killed 'Rags' because he made

too much noise; but, by Heaven! I had no intention to kill the old man, and I certainly would never have

allowed my brother to suffer seriously under an unjust accusation. I firmly believed that justice could not

miscarry; and while I thought that you were sharp enough to save him, I also reckoned that I had been clever

He paused a moment and then continued; just like a man who for a long time has been burdened with a secret

"I had had many losses on the turf," he said, "and had made my loses good by defrauding our firm. It was a

long and laborious plan, very carefully laid; but I was always clever with my pen, and my brother's signature

and Whadcoat's writing were easy enough to imitate. Then, one day, I found an old uniform in the cellar at

the officemy father used to keep a commissionaire when he had the business. It was about my size and

gave me the idea for the disguise. It all worked right, and I knew that I could make my defalcations good at

the bank very soon. It was a positive thunderbolt when, on the Tuesday morning, I received a letter from old

Whadcoat, telling me that he was coming over to Saltashe that afternoon to see M. de Kerhoet and myself

about a terrible discovery which he had just made. I knew he would walk through the Woods, and I found

him sitting near the pond, smoking, alone. I only meant to persuade him to hold his tongue and say nothing to

M. de Kerhoet for the present. But he was obstinate; he guessed that I was guilty; he threatened me with

Somehow, although he undoubtedly was a great criminal, I could not help sympathising with this man. The

beautiful house we were in, all the luxury and comfort with which he was outwardly surrounded, seemed

such terrible mockery beside the moral tortures he must have endured. I was quite glad when he had finished

Only a few hours later, the evening papers were full of the sensational suicide of Mr. Kelly in his Library at

Saltashe Park. Almost at the same time that this astonishing news was published in the Press, the authorities

at Scotland Yard had received a written confession, signed by Mr. Kelly, in which he confessed to having

caused the death of Mr. Jeremiah Whadcoat in Saltashe Woods, by the accidental discharge of his gun.

A little frightened at first of any complications that might arise, he had said nothing about the accident at the

time; then, when his own brother became implicated in the tragedy, and he felt how terrible his own position

would be if he now made a tardy confession, the matter began to prey upon his mind until it became so

"That man was a genius," was Skin o' my Tooth's comment upon this confession. "Strange that he should

have lost his nerve at the last, for I feel sure that the crime would never have been brought absolutely home to