The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-08-11

On his track" muttered. "Aha, old
fellow, you don't get off with that valise SO
easily"
And being familiar with the interior Of
the hotel, crossed the street, went in, and
was soon at the door Of room Twenty-one,
from whose window the paper had blown.
l raped gently upon the door, so as not to
startle him too much.
"Come in, said voice within. f q
opened the door and recognized, still
seated on a chair by the window, the man
whom had seen packing the valise, a task
he had just completed. He was muscu-
lar man of forty years, with clean-shaven
face that wore an expression of craftiness.
He seemed somewhat confused when en-
tered, and he said
"Ah, 1 thought it was the porter |!
Haven't you made a mistake 2''
Without replying 1 deliberately locked
the door and put the key in my pocket
while he stared amazedly.
81 see you are getting ready to leave, 81
remarked, sarcastically.
eyes, but-but-"
"Suppose you stay in New York little
longer" interrupted.
"Why, sir, what do you mean?" he ex-
claimed, rising from his chair.
"Oh, nothing of any great consequence" F"
1 replied coolly. "Perhaps you wouldn't
object to my taking look into that valise,
eh?"
"Perhaps you'll do me the kindness to
get out Of my room," he Ietorted
He had taken the valise from the floor,
and quickly snatched it from him. had
scarcely done so when he dealt me blow
near the temple with his fist, sending me
reeling across the room, where / brought
up against the door. He then snatched up
the valise which had fallen from my hand,
threw it on the bed, and angrily exclaim-
ed:
"Look here, sir, are you drunk or crazy?
Now hand me that key, and get out of my
room, or will throw you out of the win
dow !"
Not so fast" said l drawing my re-
volver. Il am an officer, and am here to
arrest you for the murder you committed
last night" srsf ..IFs
He stared a moment, then change came
over his countenance, and he sat down
again and fairly roared with laughter.
"Come, you can't play that" said L.
"This is no laughing matter. Where
| tha ayI ell ooI
from Bradley's house?'
care you really an officer?" he asked
growing serious again. -
"Certainly am. Perhaps you never
saw this bit Of paper, SIR" said /, display
ing the piece that had blown from hii
window.
"My friend" he replied, al admire the
earnestness with which you go about youl
duties as detective, but you have by some
means or other got on the wrong scent.
am very sorry struck you in a moment o.
anger, and hope you will pardon me. an
Charles Ma Boston detective, of whom
you have probably heard. arrived abou
daylight this morning, and have since beer
taking good sleep, before attending to 8
little business in Brooklyn. Registered al
j. Brown for reason you will readily com
prehend. Here is my card, and here arr
some slight evidences of my vocation."-
Here he took two pairs of handouts from
his pocket, and jingled them before my as
tonished gaze. "By the way, if that is th,
/ piece of newspaper that fell from my win
dow, and you think it has any connection
with the affair you speak OF, it will prob
ably afford you an important clue. founC
it here, where it was probably left by
former lodger, and think there is nam,
5 on the margin" .
5 examined the margin over the title o
the paper, and to my astonishment founC
| written in pencil the name and residence o
Henry Collins. It was a weekly pape
{. which observed was published in littl
city he had formerly lived in, and its dat,
, was so recent that he must have received /
: ON the very day preceding the murder
A Immediately took leave Of Mr.. M, say
ing that thought knew where the pape
had come from, and begging his pardon 70
having treated him so rudely, and hastene'
n down to the Office of the hotel, where ex
amined the register, finding the name of ]
= Brown (the detective), with room Twenty
! one assigned. knew the clerk, and in
quired
/ "when did Mr. Brown take room Twen
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