Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1883-10-25

| paralyZea Ine. -.-
Leaving the table MS soon as |
could collect my thoughts sufficiently
to do so, at once threw on my hat
and overcoat and hurried down town.
My friends Office WAS in Blank
street, u little off from the main tray
ell ; but this morning found num-
Der of persons gathered about it
neighbors, storekeepers and brother
lawyers-passing when confronted
an officer standing guard at the office
door.
He would have stayed my entrance
but as l handed him my card his face
changed.
Mayor Minton of the dective::' he
said inquiringly.
| | bowe @
The man at once opened the door.
You'll find Captain Ross and an
other gentleman inside. | presume
they'll be glad to see you
entered.
As the policeman had said, found
two detectives-menw whom | knew
within. Their story was soon mine
1t seemed that Alport had been in
his office late; that laly had called
in the evening and remained an hour
or more; that after she had left his
light continued to burn for Il long
time-until morning probahly-and
that it was not until some important
client opened the unlocked door at
about 0 0 o'clock II. m, that the death
of the attorney was known.
lie lay dead in his office chair,
when found thin, foreign looking
knife in his heart. Evidently he had
been struck unawares there had
been no struggle and but little blood,
and no robbery that the officers could
discover.
Nor was there any clew remaining.
Evidently the woman had killed him,
though why, WAS as yet unanswered.
No one knew the woman.
Bat the reas n, the motive? &? said
|. Surely there must have been one
If we can find that, we may have a
clew to the criminal. Without itcv-
erything is in the dark.
True replied Ross, but the mo-
tive is Just what puzzles us. 1t evi-
IDENTIFY was not robbery, rs his watch
and money were not on his person
when found.
Hold 7 said I, with a sudden tho't
Might not he have been robbed Of
papers?
Yes, but what ones? How do We
know what documents he had ,
A new idea had come to me. | be-
gan at once to search for the papers
which Airport had read to me two
days bcfore-the proofs in the Har-
curt case.
They were gone, but | found in
their stead lying among letters and
legal litter in his vast basket a torn
glove, bloody, and mended across the
palm with a bit of black kid.
drew it out with u shout.
lie was robbed Of some important
papers that he showed to me only
night before last, said !, excltedly,
and the person who killed him wore
this glove"
"A clew. cried Captain Ross, as he
reached for it,
NO, no, my friend : said |. This
is my case now. Airport was my at
torney. and now that | have one enc
of the thread in this case, | propose
to follow it out The honor shall be
yours, but the revenge will be mine.
Leave the matter with me three days
At the end of that time I'll either
give you the criminal Or turn you
over all my proofs and give it up
Ross ut once agreed to this plan,
and my friends body having been
removed, and coroner's jury having
rendered a decision of death by the
hands of some party or parties un-
known, the case was for three days
in my sole care,
| naturally felt certain that | had
the right clew-the missing papers
and the torn glove, but | knew my
business sufficiently well to under.
stand that | could neither walk into
the cigar store where my supposed