Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1886-09-25

q pause, ''he was smooth faced ana
bald. you say? Hum-and the woman
wait, look at this" and he took a
photograph from his pocket and held il
out to me.
'Whv, il is shel How on earth
Tor il was in truth a very good likeness
of the girl whom | had seen lying dead
in the-precinct station house two
nights before,
"My dear John said my friend,
slowly, Il think You have done it this
time. fancy YOU will have something
to scribble about before many hours.
Now tellme where | can see your dark
complexioned, bushy-whiSkered, black
haired friend; | may not know him,
but | should like to gaze upon him. y
And he calmly pocketed the sleeve but
ton.
1t was drawing lea to the hour at
which Mr.. Robinson dined. ] took
Rice to the little restaurant neat my
lodgings, when. after Il few words with
the proprietor, we wcle allowed to
take our stand in the kitchen, near Il
window in the partition, which COM
manded a view of the dining room.
As expected, Mr., Robinson came.
In a few minutes Rice laid his hand on
my shoulder, and we left by the back
door. Now take me to your house, y
he said quickly, "he is safe enough at
present.
Are o satiSiied?' | asked. as
he the man YOU wanted: And who is
he, a~nyway?' But Rice merely smiled
and would tell me nothing.
"Be patient he said, calmly, Eve
no time to waste now and strobe
rapidly along,
Oncein my room, he locked the door
and threw the window open,
"Now watch here he said, land
when You see our man coming, warn
me at once.
With that he proceeded in the most
mattcr-of-fact way to pick the lock of
the door opening into the next room,
took off his shoes and slipped noise
leSsly in.
1t was still daylight, and | stuck
closely at the window. A quarter Of
an hour, twenty minutes went by.
Then my neighbours familiar form
turned the corner. At almost the same
moment Rice rejoincd me and rclocked
the door.
Is he in sight?" he whispered.
"Yes, coming in
He patted my back chcerfully and
grinned. It's all right he whispered
again; "but keep quiet and give me
your latchkcy," and no sooner had
Robinson entered his room than my
friend was gone. When he reappearcd
later it was in company with a heavily
built man whom | recognized as one of
the ward detectives, and, with a nod
to me, he at once Knocked at the next
door. The key turned and it vas
opened cautiously a few inches. when
both men suddenly threw themselves
against it and pushed into the room.
''Good evening, DR.. Raymond |
heard Rice say. Sorry; must trouble
you to come with us Then crack
crack sounded two pistol shots in
quick succession, and the ward detect.
i've staggered back into the hall.
| jumped 10 the door, Rice had
closed with the man and held his pis.
toll arm. Ia once seized him also;
but he fought like a mailman. and it
was not until after a hard struggle that
he was disarmcd and handcuied.
Then, quick As "A flash, my friend
plucked from the fellows head a wig
and from his chin the great beard which
| had so much admired. His head was
bald as a billiard ball and his face
smooth. Rice cast a meaning look at
me and ! nodded. | began to under
stand. Meanwhile the ward detective,
nursing his wounded shoulder, had
sidled into the room and Rice had
stepped back.
Look here, doctor,' he said, you'd
better come quickly, now. You are
wanted in Cleveland. just take that
package out of your pillow and come
along, OF shall - and with that he
ripped opcn n of the pillows on the
hcd and drew out a package covered
with brown paper.
The prisoners face worked, but he
didn't utter a word. Then Rice moved
close to him and held before his eyes
the photograph which | had seen.
"YOu are wanted for that, too he
said.
The man tainted and fell flat upon
the floor.
| have now told you all the circum-
stances of my own connection with this
West Side affair. All but the fact that
the story | wrote of it gave me not Il
little glory and gold; and YOU have yet
to hear the part that Rice played "a
part that brought him great prestige
and five thousand dollars. | can tell
it to you briefly, for, after all. when the
dcnouement of a story is reached. a ret
respect is a bore at least it is to me.
The facts are simply these;
Aman named George Brand entered
the Office of Rice's employers about a
month before the woman's death and
asked for the services of Il skillful de-
t%ective. His cas- was this: A wealthy
aunt living in Cleveland, from whom
Brand had great expectations, dieu
suddenly, without leaving hima penny
died, indeed, lcavingno tangible prop.
erty whatever. All he could learn
was that she had been actively engaged
for months previous to her death il
converting all her wealth into coupon
bonds. When he reached CLEVELAND
he found her handsome rcsidcnc,
mortgaged and only a few hundre,
dollars deposited in the local banks il
her name. Brand suspected evil an,
wanted a detective to work ont tn,
case. He offered five per cent. of tn,
money recovered to the man VIII,
would undertake it.
Rice eagerly seized the opportunit
and went to Cleveland. He was no
t long in ferreting out the truth. A Dl
| Raymond had been the old lady's ply
sician, and with her maid. Ella Jones
a young girl of prepossessing appear
, ance, virtually the only persons wit
| whom she had recently come in cor
tact. Raymond bore the reputation {
a gambler and a rake. People ha
tailed of the intimacy that seemed
t exist between him and the maid. Til
t was enough for Rice. He had the bod
+ of Mrs. Brand disinterred. and a
+ autopsy showed that she had dice
a not from heart disease as Raymond ha
$ certified, but from a~rsenical poisonin:
The rest is plain. THE Girl and Nh