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JYy ANNA KATHARINE GREEN
Author op “the Leavenworth case"
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ILLUSTRATIONS IVY
CHARLES.W. ROSIER
COPYRIGHT 1911
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CHAPTER V.—Continued.
"Dorn Unit frighten you? Arn you
no nlTi'i'lml by the thought of blood?"
1 I Hurt nsk mo. Ami I pul Iho thing
under mv pillow! t thought It was no
—so pretty."
"Mrs. Watkins," Mr. Qryce from
tlmi moment Ignored the doughtor.
"did ..oil seo It there?"
"Yen; but I didn't know where It
cmne from. I hud not seen my dnugh
ter sloop. 1 didn't know where she
got It till I rend that bulletin."
"Never mind that. The question
instating me Is whether any stniii was
left under that pillow."
"I didn't see any statu, but you rnn
look tor yourself. The bed tins been
made up, hut there was no change of
linen. Wo expected to remain here;
t see no good to tie gullied by biding
any of the facts now."
"None whatever, madam."
"Come, then Caroline, sit down
and stop crying. Mr Oryoe believes
tha! your only fault was tn not taking
tins object at once to the desk"
"Yes, that's all," acquiesced the do
teettve after a short study of ttie shak
tug figure and distorted features of
the girl "You had no idea, I’m sure,
where this weapon came from or for
what It had been used. That's evt
dent.”
tier shudder, as she seated herself,
was very convincing She was too
young to simulate so successfully emo-
tions of tins character.
"I'm glad of that." she responded,
half fretfully, half gratefully, as Mr.
tin re followed her mother Into the
adjoining room "I've had n had
enough time of It without being
blamed for what 1 didn't know and
didn't do."
Mr. Gryee laid Utile stress upon
these words, hut much upon the lack
of curiosity she showed In the min-
ute and careful examination ho now
mule of tier room. There was no
stam on the pillow cover amt none on
the bureau spread where she might
very naturally hnve laid the cutter
down on lirst coming Into her room
The blade was so polished that li
must have been rubbed off some
where, either purposely or by accl
dent.
They returned to where the girl still
sat, wrapped in her cloak, sobbing
still, but not so violently
"Will will lie tell*" she whispered
The answer came quickly, but not
In the mother's tones Mr Gryce's
ears had lost none of their ancient
acuteness.
"I do not see that I should gain
much by doing so. The ont> dlscov
cry which would link this And of yours
Indissolubly with Miss t'halloner's
death, I have failed to make Do you
remember the exact spot where you
stooped. Miss Watkins?"
"No, no Somewhere near those big
chairs, 1 didn't have to step out of
my way; I really didn't."
Mr Gryce's answering smile was a
study It seemed to convey a two-fold
message, one for the mother and one
(or the child, and both were comfort
Ittg Hut ho went away, disappointed
The clue which promised so much
pvaa, lo all appearance, a false ouo.
lie could soon tell
CHAPTER VI.
Clock in the Neighborhood
Struck Ten.
culiarty chased handle
Integrity.
Mr Grvco's fears were only too well
founded Though Mr MeRIroy was
kind" enough to point out the exact
spol where he saw Miss Watkins
sloop, no trace of blood w as found up
en the rug which had lain there, nor
had anything of the kind boon washed
up by the very careful man who
scrubbed ttie lobby floor In the earlv
morning This was disappointing, as
Its presence would have settled the
whole question When, thus effort'
all exhausted, the two detectives faced
each other again In the small room
given up to their use Mr Gryee
showed his discouragement Sweet
water watched him in some concern
then with the per* - once which was
one of Ms strong points, ventured
finally to remark
I have but one Idea left on the sub
Jeet “
Vnd what is that*"
the sir! wore a red cloak If l mis
take not. the lining was also red A
spot on tt might not show to the eas-
i •>."< rxe; Yet It xe.i'.J sv.c .i.
tv’.'eh to us
• Sweetwater'”
X in: ’• >h raise to the old msn's
c? k
• Shall 1 ree *t the privilege of
took: i that garment over?"
"Yes."
The young fellow ducked and Inf!
tin' room. When ho returned, It wus
with a downcast air.
"Nothing doing," ealtl lie.
And tlion there was silence.
A knock at the door was followed
by the Immediate entrance of Mr. Oral-
loner, who had come In search of the
Inspector, ami showed some surprise
lo llml bis place occupied by un un-
known old man.
Mr. Gryee motioned Sweetwater
from (be room. Willi a woeful look
the young detective withdrew, his last
glance east at the cutter still lying In
full view on the table.
Mr. Gryee, not unmindful himself of
this object, look it up, then laid It
down again, with an uir of seeming
abstraction.
The father's attention was caught.
"What la that?" he cried, advanc-
ing a slop and bestowing more than
an ordinary glance at the object thus
brought casually, ns It were, to his
notice.
Mr. Gryee, observing the other’s
emotion, motioned him to a chair. As
Ills visitor sank Into It, he remarked,
with all the consideration exacted by
the situation:
"It Is unknown property, Mr. Chal-
loner. lint we have some reason to
think It belonged to your daughter."
"I have seen It, or one like it, often
In her hand." Here his eyes suddenly
diluted and the hand stretched forth
to grasp It quickly drew hack. "Where
where was It found?" lie hoarsely
demanded. "O God! am 1 lo be crushed
to the very earth by sorrow!"
Mr. Gryee hastened to give him
such relief as was consistent with
the truth
"It was picked up—last nigh;—from
the lobby floor. There is seemingly
nothing to connect it with her death.
Yet—"
The pause was eloquent. Mr. Ohab
loner gave the detective an agonized
look and turned white to the lips.
Then gradually, as the silence contin-
ued. his head fell forw ard, and ho mut-
tered almost unintelligibly:
"I honestly believe her the victim
of some heartless stranger. 1 do now;
but- but 1 cannot mislead the police
At any cost l must retract a state-
ment I made under false Impressions
snd with no desire to deceive. I said
that 1 knew all of the gentlemen who
admired her and aspired to her hand.
Hut It seems that I did not know her
secret heart as thoroughly as I had
supposed. Among her effects 1 have
just come upon a batch of letters—
hue letters I am forced to acknowl-
edge- signed by initials totally strange
to me The letters are manly in tone
—most of them—but one—'
"What about the one?"
"Shows that the writer was dis-
pleased. It may mean nothing, but 1
could not let the matter go without
setting myself right with the authori-
hero—If those letters can remain sa
cred. It would save me the additional
pang of seeing her Inmost concerns—
the secret and holiest recesses of a
womans heart, laid open to the pub-
lic. For. from the tenor of most of
these letters, she—she was not averse
to the writer.”
Mr. Gryee moved a little restless’.'
In his chair and stared hard at the cut-
ter so conveniently placed under his
eye. Then his manner softened and
he remarked:
"Wo will do what we can. Hut you ]
must understand that the matter is ;
not a simple one. That, In Tact, it I
contains mysteries which demand po
lice Investigation. We ilo not dare
to trifle with any of the facts. The
inspector, and. If not he. the coroner. ;
will have to be told about these let- j
ters and will probably ask to see !
them."
"They are the letters of a gentle-
man."
"With the one exception "
"Yes, that Is understood." Then In
a sudden heat and with an almost
sublime trust In his daughter not with
standing the duplicity he had just dis-
covered. he declared "The deed
was an accident incredible—but still
an accident."
Mr. Gryee had respect for this out-
burst. Making no attempt to answer
tt. he suggested, with some hesitation,
that Miss t'hslloner had been seen
writing a letter previous to taking
those fatal steps from the desk which
ended so tragically. Was this letter
to one of her lady friends, as reported
and was it as far from suggesting the
awful tragedy which followed, as he
had been told?
"It was a cheerful letter. Such a
one as he o en wrote to her little
protegees here and there, f judge
that Ibis was written to some girl like
that, for the person addressed was
IiIm own thoughts still centered, by
nuking him the date of (lie correspond
ence discovered between Ills daughter
and her unknown admirer.
"Some of the letters were dated last
summer, some this fall. The one you
are most anxious to hear about only a
month back," he added, with uncon-
querable devotion to what he consid-
ered bis duly.
Mr. Gryee would like to have car-
ried his Inquiries further, but desisted
Hut when he was gone, and Sweet-
water bad returned, Mr. Gryee made
It li Is first duty to communicate to his
superiors the hitherto unsuspected
fact of u seciet romance in Miss Chal
loner's seemingly calm uud well
guarded life.
CHAPTER VII.
The Letters.
Hefore a table strewn with pnpers.
In the room we have already men-
tioned ns given over to the use of
the police, sat Doctor Heath In a
mood too thoughtful to notice the en-
trance of Mr. Gryee and Sweetwater
from (lie dining-room where they hail
been having dinner.
However, as the former's tread was
somewhat lumbering, the coroner's
attention was caught before they had
quite crossed the room, and Sweet-
water, with his quick eye. noted how
Uls arm and hand immediately fell so
as to cover up a portion of the pa
pers lying nearest to him.
"Well Gryee, this is a dark case."
he observed, as at Ills bidding the two
detectives took their seats.
Mr. Gryee uodded; so did Sweetwa-
ter.
"She was not shot. She was not
struck by any other hand; yet she lies
dead from a mortal wound In the
breast. Though there is no tangible
proof of her having inflicted this
wound upon herself, the jury will have
no alternative, I fear, than to pro-
nounce the case one of suicide.”
“I'm sorry that I've been able to do
so little." remarked Mr. Gryee.
The coroner darted him a quick
look.
"Y'ou are not satisfied? Y'ou have
some different idea?" he asked.
The detective frowned at his hands
crossed over the top of his cane, then
shaking his head, replied:
"The verdict you mention is the
only natural one, of course. 1 see that
you have been talking with Miss Chal-
loner's former maid?"
"YYs. and she has settled an Im-
portant point for us. There was a
possibility, of course, that the paper-
cutter which you brought to my no-
tice had never gone with her iuto the
mezzanine. That she, or some other
person, had dropped It in passing
through the lobby. But this girl as-
sures me that her mistress did not en-
ter the lobby that night . That she
accompanied her dow n In the elevator,
and saw her step off at the mezzanine.
She can also swear that the cutter
was in a book she carried—the book
wo found lying on the desk. The girl
remembers distinctly seeing its pe-
a clod hopper, and 1 think that even
you will acknowledge that I stand
somewhat higher than that. Though I
was silent under your disapprobation,
you shall yet have your answer. It
will not lack point because of its nec-
essary delay."
"A threat!"
The words sprang from Sweetwater,
and were evidently Involuntary.
"It Is the only letter of them all
which conveys anything like a re-
proach," proceeded the coroner. "Her
surprise must consequently have been
greal at receiving these lines, and her
resentment equally so. If the two met
afterwards— Hut I have not shown
you the signature. To the poor father
it conveyed nothing—some facts have
been kept from him—but to us—”
here ho whirled the letter about so
that Sweetwater, at least, could see
the name, "it conveys a hope that we
may yet understand Miss Chalioner.”
"Brotherson!" exclaimed the young
detective in loud surprise. "Brother-
son! The man who—”
"The man who left tills building
just before or simultaneously with the
alarm caused by Miss Challoner’s fall.
It clears sway some of the clouds be-
fogging us. She probably caught
sight of him In the lobby, and in the
passion of the moment forgot her
usual Instincts and drove the sharp-
pointed weapon Into her heart."
"Brotherson!" The word came soft-
ly now, and with a thoughtful intona-
tion. "He saw her die."
"YVhy do you say that?"
“Would he have washed his hands
in the snow if he had been in igno-
rance of the occurrence? He was the
real, if not the uctlve, cause of her
death and he knew It. Either he—ex-
cuse me. Doctor Heath and Mr. Gryee,
It is not for tue to obtrude my opin-
ion."
"Have you settled It beyond dispute
that Brotherson is really the man who
was seen doing this?"
"No, sir. I have not had a minute
for that job, but I'm ready for the
business any time you see tit to spare
me.”
"Let It be tomorrow, or. If you can
manage it, tonight. We want the man
even if he is not the hero of that ro
mantic episode. He wrote these let-
ters. and he must explain the last one.
His initials, as you see, are not ordi
nary ones, and you will find them at
the bottom of all these sheets He
was brave enough or arrogant enough
to sigh the questionable one with his
full name. This may speak well for
him, and it may not It is for you to
him, Sweetwater? No one here knows
his address."
"Not Miss Chalioner s maid?"
"No; the name is a new one to her
But she made It very evident that she
was not surprised to hear that her
mistress was in secret correspondence
with a ni“iuber of the male sex. Much
can be hidden from servants, but not
“III find tbe man; I have a double
reason for doing that now ; be shall
not escape me."
Doctor Heath expressed his satis-
faction, and gave some orders. Mean-
while, Mr. Gryee hud not uttered a
word.
a certain strong look in his face. I
cannot describe it."
“Y’ou don't need to. Come! we’re
all right. You don’t mind making a
night of it?"
"Not if it is necessary."
"That we can't tell yet." And with
a characteristic shrug and smile, the
detective led the way to a taxicab
which stood in waiting at the corner.
A quarter of an hour of rather fast
riding brought them into a tangle of
streets on the East side.
When they stopped, which was in a
few minutes, Sweetwater said to
George:
“We shall have to walk now for a
block or two. If you can manage to
act as if you were accustomed to the
place and just leave all the talking to
me, we ought to get along first-rate.
Don't be astonished at anything you
see, and trust me for the rest; that's
all."
They alighted, and he dismissed the
taxicab. Some clock in the neighbor-
hood struck the hour of ten.
"Good! we shall be in time,” mut-
tered the detective, and led the way
down the street and round a corner
or so, till they came to a block dark-
er than the rest, and much less noisy.
"There's a meeting on tonight, of
the Associated Brotherhood of the
Awl, the Plane and the Trowel (what-
ever that means), and it is the speak-
er we want to see; the man who is to
address them promptly at ten o'clock.
Do you object to meetings?"
"Is this a secret one?”
"It wasn't advertised."
"Are we carpenters or masons that
we can count on admittance?"
"Hush! I must speak to this man.”
George stood back, and a few words
passed between Sweetwater and a
shadowy figure which seemed to have
sprung up out of the sidewalk.
"Balked at the outset,” were the en-
couraging words with which the de-
tective rejoined George, "it seems
that a pass-word is necessary, and my
friend has been unable to get it. Will
the speaker pass out this way?” he
inquired of the shadowy figure still
lingering in their rear.
"He didn't go in by it; yet I believe
he's safe enough inside,” was the
muttered answer.
Sweetwater had no relish for disap-
pointments of this character, but it
was not long before he straightened
up and allowed himself to exchange a
few more words with this mysterious
person. These appeared to be of a
more encouraging nature than the
last, for it was not long before the de-
tective returned with renewed alac-
rity to George, and, wheeling him
I about, began to retrace his steps to
the corner.
Where they went under this officer’s
guidance, he cannot tell. The tortu-
ous tangle of alleys through which he
now felt himself led was dark as the
nether regions to his unaccustomed
eyes. There was snow under his feet
and now and then he brushed against
CHAPTER VIII.
from its pages. Could anything be
more satisfactory if—I was going to
say, if the young lady had been of the
Impulsive t>pe and the provocation
greater But Miss OhaHoners nature
was calm, and were it not for these
letters— here his arm shifted a little
— I should not be so sure of my jury's
future verdict. Love—* he went os.
after a moment of silent consideration
f a letter he had chosen from those
before ' m, disturbs the most equa-
Strange Doings for George.
That evening George sat so long
over the newspapers that in spite of
I my absorbing Interest in the topic en-
I grossing me, I fell asleep in my cozy
I little rocking chair. I was awakened
I by what seemed like a kiss falling
very softly on my forehead, though, to
be sure. It may have been only the
flap of George's coat sleeve as he
stooped over me.
"Wake up, little woman." I heard,
"and trot away to bed. I'm going out
and may not be in till daybreak."
"You! going out! at ten o'clock
at night, tired as you are—as we both
are! What has happened—Ah!"
This broken exclamation escaped
me as I perceived in the dim back-
ground by the sitting-room door, the
figure of a man who called up recent,
but very thrilling experiences.
"Mr. Sweetwater," explained George.
"We are going out together. It is
projecting | necessary, or you may be sure 1
should not leave you."
He gave me a little good advice as
to how I had better employ my time
in his absence, and was oil before I
could find words to answer.
As soon as the two were In the
street, the detective turned towards
George and said:
"Mr. Anderson. I have a great deal
to ask of you. Mr. Brotherson has
ble natures. When it enters as a fac-
not known to her maid, any more than ;or, we can expect anything—as you
she was to me It expressed an af-
fecner.'.te interest, and It breathed
encouragement—encouragement! and
she meditating her own death at the
moment! Impossible!! That letter
should exonerate her If nothing else
doe*."
When Mr Chalioner rose to leave
the room. Mr Gryee showed where
know And Miss Chalioner evidently
was much attached to her correspon-
dent. and naturally left the reproach
conveyed in these lines"
And IXictor Heath read:
Dear Miss Chalioner Only a man
of small spirit could endure what 1
endured from you the other day. Love
sack as mine would be respectable in
some obtruding object, or stumbled
against a ’ow fence; but beyond these I something much nearer-a
slight miscalculations on his own part. 1
he was a mere automaton in the hands
of bis eager guide, and only became
his own man again when they sud-
denly stepped into an open yard and
he could discern plainly before him
the dark walls of a building pointed
out by Sweetwater as their probable
destination. Y'et even here they en-
countered some impediment which
prohibited a close approach. A wall
or shed cut off their view of the build
ing's lower story; and though some-
what startled at being left uncere-
moniously alone after just a whispered
word of encouragement from the ever
ready detective, George could quite
understand the necessity which that
person must feel for a quiet recon-
noitering of the surroundings before
the two of them ventured further for-
ward in their possibly hazardous un-
dertaking. Y'et the experience was
none too pleasing to George, and he
was very glad to hear Sweetwater's
w hisper again in his ear, and to feel
himself rescued from the pool of slush
in which he had been left to stand.
"The approach is not all that can be
desired." remarked the detective as
they entered what appeared to be a
low shed. "The broken board has
been put back and securely nailed in
place, and if I am not very much mis-
taken there is a fellow stationed in
the yard who will want the pass-word
too. Looks shady to me. I'll have
something to tell the chief when 1 get
back."
"But we! What are we going to do
if we cannot get in front or rear?"
"YY’e're going to wait right here in
the hc.es of catching a glimpse of our
vanished: that is. in his own proper I man as he comes out," returned the
person, but 1 have an idea 'hat ! am detective, draw ■ g George towards a
on the track of one who will lead us low window overlook, re the yard he
very direettv to him if we manage
the affair carefully. What I want of
you. of course, is mere Ideatileation
Y'ou saw the face of the man who
in great luck, sir. But before I pull It
open, remember that from the mo-
ment I unlatch it, everything said or
done here can be heard in the ad-
joining yard. So no whispers and no
unnecessary movements. When you
hear him coming, as sooner or later
you ‘certainly will, fall carefully to
your knees and lean out just far
enough to catch a glimpse of him be-
fore he steps down from the porch. If
he stops to light his cigar or to pass a
few words with some of the men he
will leave behind, you may get a plain
enough view of his face or figure to
identify him. The light is burning low
in that rear hall, but it will do. If it
does not—if you can't see him or if
you do, don’t hang out of the window
more than a second. Duck after your
first look. I don’t want to be caught
at this job with no better opportunity
for escape than we have here. Can you
remember all that?”
George pinched his arm encourag-
ingly, and Sweetwater, with an amused
grunt, softly unlatched the window
and pulled it wide open.
A fine sleet flew in, imperceptible
save for the sensation of damp it
gave, and the slight haze it diffused
through the air. Enlarged by this
haze, the building they were set to
watch rose in magnified proportions
at their left. The yard between, piled
high in the center with snow-heaps or
other heaps covered with snow, could
not have been more than forty feet
square. The window from which they
peered, was half-way down this yard,
so that a comparatively short distance
separated them from the porch where
George had been told to look for the
man he was expecting to identify. All
was dark there at present, but he
could hear from time to time soma
sounds of restless movement, as the
guard posted inside shifted in his nar-
row quarters, or struck his benumbed
feet softly together.
But what came to them from above
was more interesting than anything
to be heard or seen below. A man's
voice, raised to a wonderful pitch by
the passion of oratory, had burst the
barriers of the closed hall in that tow-
ering third story and was carrying its
tale to other ears than those within.
Sweetwater, in whom satisfaction
was fast taking the place of impa-
tience and regret, pushed the window
to before asking George this question:
“Did you hear the voice of the man
whose action attracted your attention
outside the Clermont?”
"No.”
"Did you note Just now the large
shadow dancing on the ceiling over
the speaker’s head?”
"Y'es, but I could judge nothing from
that."
“Well, he’s a rum one. I shan't open
this window again till he gives signs
of reaching the end of his speech, it's
too cold."
But almost immediately he gave a
start and, pressing George's arm, ap-
peared to listen, not to the speech
which was no longer audible, but to
step or
movement in the adjoining yard. At
least, so George interpreted the quick
turn which this impetuous detective
made, and the pains he took to direct
George's attention to the walk run-
ning under the window beneath which
they crouched. Some one was steal-
ing down upon the house at their left,
from the alley beyond. A big man,
whose shoulder brushed the window
as he went by. George felt his hand
seized again and pressed as this hap-
pened, and before he had recovered
fronj this excitement, experienced an-
other quick pressure and still another
as one, two, three additional figures
went slipping by. Then his hand was
suddenly dropped, for a cry had shot
up from the door where the sentinel
stood guard, followed by a sudden
loud slam, and the noise of a shooting
bolt, which, proclaiming as it did that
the invaders were not friends but
enemies to the cause which was being
vaunted above, so excited Sweetwater
that he pulled the window wide open
and took a bold look out. George fol-
lowed his example and this was what
they saw:
Three men were standing flat
against the fence leading from tha
| shed directly to the porch. The
fourth was crouching within the lat-
ter, and in another moment they heard
his fist descend upon the door inside
in a way to rouse the echoes Mean-
time, the voice In the audience hall
above had ceased, and there could be
heard instead the scramble of hurry-
ing feet and the noise of overturning
benches. Then a window flew up and
a voice called down:
"Who's that? What do you want
down there?"
ITO BE CONTINUED.)
washed his hands in the snow, and
would know It again, you say. Do you
think you could be quite sure of your-
self. if the man were differently
dressed and d-.Sereatly occupied ?'
T thick so. There s hu height and
L
innocent.
"1 try to think." said Benham. that
! had described as sentinelled. “He will I
have to pass directly under this win
'
water we or. tc ex.. ■ tin. and if qualified to take part in the political
can e: ly raise it—but the no,se woulu life; but it sort of jars that beli--f to
give us ..wu> . cunt do i at. get the reply I did this morning from
• -jfs .t s-. .s on .'.mi's, sue my wife, when 1 remarked, on reading
tested George. "It looks like that the returns, that Bingham ran .bead
sort of a window. i of his ticket, and she inr.ocentlv ta-
"U it should—wsil! it does. Wa rs quired.' YVbai was his hurry?' —Judgw
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