Christine Blashford
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
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One of these men wore a soldier's overcoat, for the cape ripped from the collar seam was left in her hands.
Another soldier's overcoat was later found at the rear fence, but no boots, shoes, or tracks thereof, yet both these men, judging from the sound, had been in stocking feet, or possibly rubbers, or perhaps, but that last suspicion she kept to herself, for Mrs.
Hay too was now among the arrivals in the house full of sympathy and genuine distress.
The alarm then had gone beyond the guard house, and the creators thereof beyond the ken of the guard, for not a sentry had seen or heard anything suspicious until after the shots, then number eight, Flint's latest edition, declared that from his post at Hayes Coral he had distinctly heard the swift hoof beats of a brace of ponies darting up the level bench to the westward.
Number five had turned up safely and declared that at the moment the scream was heard he was round by the flagstaff, listening to the night chorus of a pack of yelping coyotes afar out to the north west, and then he thought he heard scrambling and running down at the foot of the bluff just as the shots were fired.
Investigation on his part was what took him out of sight for the moment, and later investigation showed that one marauder, at least, had gone that way, for a capeless greatcoat was found close down by the shore, where some fugitive had tossed it in his flight.
This overcoat bore half erased from the soiled lining, the name of Culligan, Troop K, but Culligan had served out his time and taken his discharge a year before.
The other overcoat was even older, an infantry coat, with shorter cape bearing a company number forty seven but no name.
Both garments savoured strongly of the stable.
Then, before quiet was restored, certain search was made about the quarters.
It was found the intruders had obtained admission through the basement door at the back, which was never locked, for the sentry on number five had orders to call Bitzer at five thirty AM to start the fires, milk the cow, etc.
Hogan, Ray's factotum, being roused about the same time.
The marauders had gone up the narrow stairway into the kitchen, first lashing one end of a leather halter strap about the knob of Bitza's door and the other to the base of the big refrigerator, a needless precaution, as it took sustained and determined effort, as many as sentry on number five could testify, to rouse Bitsa from even a nap.
It was no trick for the prowlers to softly raise the trapdoor leading to the kitchen, and once there the rest of the house was practically open.
Such a thing as burglary or sneak thieving about the officers' quarters had been unheard of at Frayne for many a year, and
One precaution the visitors had taken, that of unbolting the back door so that retreat might not be barred in case they were discovered.
Then they had gone swiftly and noiselessly about their work.
But what had they taken?
The silver was upstairs intact under Mrs.
Blake's bed, so was the little safe in which was kept her jewellery and their valuable papers.
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