TERRIBLE DOMESTIC TRAGEDY
DOUBLE MURDER AND SUICIDE
He went in to buy a copy of the paper. He was a frequent customer here, and as he entered the shopkeeper greeted him by name.
“Dreadful weather,” he remarked as he handed Owen the paper. “It makes things pretty bad in your line, I suppose?”
“Yes,” responded Owen, “there’s a lot of men idle, but fortunately I happen to be working inside.”
“You’re one of the lucky ones, then,” said the other. “You know, there’ll be a job here for some of ’em as soon as the weather gets a little better. All the outside of this block is going to be done up. That’s a pretty big job, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” returned Owen. “Who’s going to do it?”
“Makehaste and Sloggit. You know, they’ve got a place over at Windley.”
“Yes, I know the firm,” said Owen, grimly. He had worked for them once or twice himself.
“The foreman was in here today,” the shopkeeper went on. “He said they’re going to make a start Monday morning if it’s fine.”
“Well, I hope it will be,” said Owen, “because things are very quiet just now.”