The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1883-07-03
THE TORN GLOVE.

It was almost II o'clock as [ lief
my friend Alport's law-office and
hurried up town. l had delayed
longer than / knew, interested deep
ly in his account of an intricate viii
case, in which he was just at that
time engaged. As now remember,
a property of some 81 1000, 900, held
by residuary legatee, had suddenly
been claimed by one who announced
himself as the direct heir and devisee,
a nephew of the testator, who had
not been heard from in several ears.
Airport deemed the fellow an i'm
poster, and, although his story had
been we'll told and is plan of action
well laid throughout. my friend
thought he had secured proofs of its
falsity. In fact, he mad a bundle of
papers containing the positive proof
that Neil Harcourt was not Neil Har.
court, nephew of old Duncan Har-
court, testator; and it was his explain
alton of this case that had rendered
me 80 late on my uptown journey.
As hurried onward, mechanically
nv hand sought my pocket for a CT
gar, and, finding none-a most un-
usual condition of things-I glanced
about for some place where l could
purchase some.
Just down side street, a light
struck my eye, and, moving toward
it, I found a small but neat cigar
store. waited upon by girl.
/ entered, threw down my money,
and called for cigars. The waitress,
or shop girl, was evidently Oh the
point of closing, for one light was
already out, and she wore her hat
and shawl more than that, as she
placed handful of regalias before
me, noticed that she had also drawn
on her gloves, and that one, that up
ON the left hand, had been torn part
ly across the palm, and neatly mend
ed by the insertion Of another bit of
kid.
This trifling incident would doubt
less nave escaped notice, had it not
been that the glove was pale orange
in cc}or, whereas the inserted kid was
blacKI
Is4ected my cigars, lit one. and
walkeS out. An hour later, / was at
home End in bed.
The second morning after. / read
at my breakfast table that Lawyer
Airport had been murdered the night
before.
To sev that | was shocked would
be but feebly to express my horror.
Airport was a warm personal friend,
my attorney, aud a man without
stain.
His death In the most natural way
would have been a sad loss to me;
to hear of his end by murder simply
paralyzed me.
Leaving the table as soon as l could
collect my thoughts sufficiently so to
do, / at once threw on hat and over.
coat and hurried down town.
My friends Office was in Bank
street. little of from the main cur
rent of travel, but this morning l
found a number of persons gathered
about it-neighbors, storekeepers and
brother awyers-passIng whom, 1
confronted an officer, standing guard
at the office door.
He would have stayed my entrance.
but as handed him my card his face
changed.
"Msjor Minton of the detectives ?"
he said. inqulriDgly.
I bowed.
The man at once opened the door.
you'll find Captain Ross and au-
other gentleman inside. / presume
they'll be glad to see you"
/ entered.
As the policeman had said. / found |
two de:ectives-men whom l knew
within. Tier story was soon mine. /
1t seemed that Airport had been in
his Office late; that lady had called
in the evening, and remained an honr
or more; that after she had left his
light continued to burn long time
until morning probably-and that it
was not until some importunate client
opened the unlocked door, at about 9
a. M, that the death of the attorney
was known.
He laid dead in his Office chair,
when found, a thin, foreign-looking
knife in his heart. Evidently he had
been struck unaware; there had been
no struggle, but little blood. and no
robbery that the officers could discov.
er.
Nor was there any clue remaining.
Evidently the woman had killed him.