Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1888-08-05

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my name is Gorby. I am q detective.
/ want Mr.. Oliver Whyts."
HE amt here" said Mrs. Habletou,
thinking that Whyte had got into trouble,
and was going to be arrested.
II know that" answered Mr.. Gorby.
"Then where is 'e?"
Mr.. Gorby answered abruptly and
watched the effect of his words.
"He is dead"
Mrs. Hableton got quite pale, and push
ed back her chair. 'No." she cried, s'he
never killed 'im, did e ?"
who never killed him ?" queried Mr..
Gorby, sharply.
Mrs Hableton evidently knew more
than she intended to tell, for. recovering
herssf 18th q violent effort, she answered
evIsiyely-
He never killed himself"
Mr.. Gorby looked at her keenly, and
she returned his. gaze with q difiant stare.
Clever" muttered the detective to
himself; knows something more than she
chooses to tell, but I'll get il ont of bel"
He paused a moment, and then went on
smoothly.
"Oh, no ! he did not commit suicide;
what makes you think so?"
Mrs. Hsbleton did not answer, but ris-
ing from her seat, went over TO q hard and
shiny-looking sideboard, from whence she
took q bottle of brandy and q small wine
glass. Half filling the glass, she drank |,
of, and returned to her seat. II done
take much Of that stuff" she said, seeing
the detectives eyes fixed curiously on her,
"but you ave given me such Q turn that !
'sd to take something to steady my nerves;
Whist do you want me. to do?"
Tell me all you tnow," said Mr.. Cor
by, keeping his eyes liked on her face,
which thefeupon changed, and grew a
shade paler.
"Whsrs was Mr.. whyte killed ?" she
asked.
He was murdered in q hanson cab on
the st. Kilds Road"
'In the open street ?" sine asked, in q
startled tone.
eyes. in the open street"
"Ahr' she drew q long breath, and
closed her lips firmly.
Mr. Gorby said nothing az he saw
that abe was celebrating whether to
tell or not, and q word from him might
seal her lips, 80, like a wise man, he kept
silent. He obtained his reward sooner
than he expected.
"Mr. Gorby," she said at length, ~ ave
'ad q ard struggle all my life which It
came along Of a bad husband, who was Q
brute and a drunkard, so, God knows, !
amt got much inducement to think well
of the lot Of you, but-murder," she shiv-
cred slightly, though the room was quite
warm, II didn't think Of that"
I'm connection with whom"
"Mr. Whyte, Of COURSE" she answered
hurriedly.
"And who else?"
81 don't know"
"Then there is nobody else?"
"Well, / don't know-Tm notsure."
The detective was puzzled.
"Ghat do you mean?" he asked.
81 will tell you all / know" said Mrs.
Hableton. San if 'e's innocent, God will
'elp i'm"
'If who is innocent?"
"Ill tell you everythin' from the start"
said Mrs. Hableton, IAN you can Judge
for yourself"
Mr.. Gorby assented, and she began:
cts only two months ago sincs / de-
cided to take in dodgers; bat chorin's 'ard
work, and sewin's tryin' for the eyes. SO,
bein' a lone woman, 'aviu been badly
treated by a brute, who is now dead,
which l was allays a good wife TO i'm, /
thought dodgers nd help me q little, 30 i
put o notice in the paper, and Mr.. Oliver
Wbyte took the rooms two months ago."
What was he like?"
"Not very tall, dark face, no whiskers
nor mustache, an quite the gentleman. +"
Anything peculiar about himP"
Mrs. Hableton thought for a moment.
"Well," she said at length, "he 'ad a
mole on his left temple, but II was cover
ed with lis air, an few people nd ave
seen it,"
The very man," said Gorby to him
self, Pm on the right path:
mi. Whyte said g had Just come from
England" went on the mi
(which" murmured Mr.. Gorby, "ac.
counts for the corpse not being recognized
by friends" .
"He took the rooms, said ed stay with
me for six months, an paid q weeks rent
n advance, an . allsys paid up reg'fer
like O respectable man, tho | don't believe
in ,em myself. He said ed lots Of friends,
an used TO 20 ont every night"
"Who were his friends?n
"rThat I can't tell You, for % were very
close, an when e went out Of doors
never know'd where y went, which is jest
like 'em; for they ses they're goin' TO work,
an You finds 'em in the b eersh0p. Mr..
Whyte told me e was a-goin' TO marry a
heiress, e was"
"Ah!" interjected Mr.. Gorby, sapiently.
"'E 'ad only one friend AZ ! ever saw-
a Mr.. Moreland-who coined ERE with
i'm, an was allays with 'im-brother
like"
"What like is this Mr.. MorslandP"
Good -lookin' enough" said Mrs. Hs-
bletsn sourly, ''but lis 'abits weren't az
good as lis face-'andsom is as 'andsom
doea, is what / ses."
81 wonder if he knows anything about
this affair."" muttered Gorby TO himself.
"Wbere is Mr.. Moreland to be found?"
he asked aloud.
mot KNOWN, can'ttell," retorted the
Iandlady, '''e used to be ERE regular, bat
amt seen i'm for over q week"
Strange! very" thought Gorby, shak-
ing his head. II should like to zee this
Mr.. Moreland. / suppose it's probable
he'll call againP" he remarked aloud.
"Abit bein' second nature / s'pose he
WILL" answered the woman, "'e might
call at any time, mostly 'svin' called at
night"
"Ah! then I'll come down this evening
on chance of seeing him replied the de-
~tsctive. ''Coiucidences happen in real
life as we'll rs in novels, and the gentle
man in question may turn up In the nick
of time. Now, what else about Mr..
WhyteF"
about two weeks ago, or three, I'm
not cert'in which, q gentleman called to
see Mr.. Whyte; . was very tall and wore
q light coat?"
"Ab! q morning eoatp"
mol % wa in eyenin' dress, and wore Q
light coat over il, VI a soft at"
THE very man." said the defective be-
low his breath; go on"
HE went into Mr.. Whyte's room, an
shut the door. / don't know how long
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