have more, I want you to share with me.
Everything mine is yours.”

As an earnest of the way she felt, she
changed one of her travelling checks for
$10,000 so that either she or Maio could
use the money.

Then they went on to the English lake
country, which she was anxious to show

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to her husband. They stopped at the Bor-
rowdale Gates Hotel, four miles from the
town of Keswick.

HONEYMOON IN SCOTLAND

Everybody at the hotel or in the neigh
bourhood became interested in the hand-
some young Chinese honeymooners, obvi-
ously rich and so in love with each other.
Even a lovers’ quarrel seemed out of the
question between them. The bridegroom,
however, seemed to have much on his mind.

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Mrs. Maio explained to sympathetic in-
quirers that her husband had caught a bad
cold. No doubt he was suffering from a
cold.

But that did not keep the couple from
taking long tramps in nearby country and
around the less frequented lakes.

On the afternoon of June 18 at about

On a bit of beach by the lake an open
umbrella was so placed that from the
land side could be seen only the edge of
a fur coat and a pair of small daintily

shod feet.

2 in the afternoon they left the hotel for
one of their walks.

At 5 o'clock Chung Yi Maio came back
to the hotel alone. The hotel clerk asked
him where his wife was.

“She went on to Keswick to do some shop-
ping,” Maio said. “My cold is so bad that
she told me to go to bed.”

He went up to his room. The hotel clerk
expected Mrs. Maio to return soon. Kes
wick was only a few miles away and the
rich bride would be sure to hire an automo-

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bile and hurry back to her ailing husband.

Supper time came, but Mrs. Maio had not
yet returned. Her husband was still in his
room.

Eight o’clock came and the hotel clerk
became uneasy. He went up and, knocking
at the Maios’ door, asked if they had not
better send a car to town to find Mrs. Maio.

“No, don’t worry,” Maio replied. “My
wife can take care of herself.”

Meanwhile a farmer who was working
near the shore of Lake Derwentwater, had
been puzzled all afternoon by something he
saw. On a bit of beach by the lake an open
umbrella was so placed that from the land
side could be seen only the edge of a fur
coat and a pair of small daintily shod feet,
a woman’s.

What attracted the farmer’s attention
was the fact that in the several hours since
he first noticed those feet they had not once
moved.

FARMER Finps Bopy

Finally, as the dark was coming on, he
decided to take a closer look.

What he saw sent him on a run for the
nearest telephone. A police inspector came
hurrying on a motorcycle and examined
what was behind the open umbrella.

Mrs. Maio, fully dressed, was sitting up,
propped up by the bank, dead. About her
throat tightly drawn, was a noose of
plaited string and picture wire.

The police inspector had no difficulty in
finding out who the dead woman was; the
whole countryside knew of the Maios.

The inspector went to the Borrowdale
Gates Hotel and asked for Maio.

‘He’s up in his room,” the clerk told him.

The inspector went up, knocked at
Maio’s door and was admitted by Maio
himself. The young Chinaman was in his
pyjamas and seemed dazed either with sleep
or illness.

The inspector gravely informed him that
his wife had been found strangled and that
he had come to arrest Maio for the murder.

Maio behaved like a man groping in the
mazes of semi-consciousness. Finally he
dressed and submitted to arrest.

To the lawyer Maio engaged he repeated
monotonously :

Compliments of

THREE GABLES

HOTEL

Penticton, B.C.

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