Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-12-11

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 The detective did not answer, but stood 1 looking at the young man before him in q thoughtful manner.
 q hope,n said Moreland, nonchalantly, II hope you will know me again, my friend, but didn't know Whyte had started lunatic ] asylum during my absence. Who are youln Mr. Gorby. came forward and stood under the gaslight. My name is Gorby, sir, and l am a detective he said quietly. ;
 "Ahi indeed" i" said Moreland, coolly look Ing him up and down. ssWhat has Whyte been doing, running away with some one's wife, ehq know he has little weaknesses of that sort"
 Gorby shook his head
 Do you know where MT. Whyte is to be foundan he asked cautiously. Moreland laughed. eNot I, my friends said he lightly. "I presume he is somewhere about here, as these are his headquarters. Whats he been doingf Nothing that can surprise me, assure you: he was always an cratic individual, andn--
 'tHe paid regler," interrupted Mrs. liable ton, pursing up her lips.
 IA most enviable reputation to possess" answered the other with & sheer, land one Pm afraid I'll never enjoy. But why all this questioning about Whytea Whats the matter with himf'
 "Hes deadi" said Gorby, abruptly. | All Moreland's nonchalance vanished on hearing this, and he started up out of his chair.
 "Dead," !" he repeated mechanically. ''What do you meana"
 II mean that Mir. Oliver Whyte was mur- dered in hanson cab"
 Moreland stared at the detective in pug zled sort of way, and passed his hand across his forehead.
 Excuse me, my head is in a whirl, i" he said, as he sat down again. ''Whyte mur- dereds He was all right when I left him nearly two weeks ayo."
 Haven't you seen the papers2" asked Gorby.
 ''Not for the last two weeks, {" replied More land II have been up country, and it was ! only on arriving back in town tonight that heard about the murder at all, as my land- lady gave me garbled account of it, but never for amoment connected it with Whyte, and came down here to see him, as had agreed to do when left. Poor fellowi poor fellowl poor fellowl" and much overcome, he buried his face in his hands.
 Mir. Gorby was touched by his evident dis tress, and even Mrs. Hableton permitted small tear to roll down one hard cheek as a tribute of sorrow and sympathy. Presently
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 "Teu me all about it." he said leaning his cheek on his hand. Everything you know" {"
 He placed his elbows on the table, and buried his face in his hands again, while the detective sat down and related all that he knew about Whyte's murder. When it was done he lifted up his head, and looked sadly at the detective.
 "If I had been in town," he said, "this would not have happened, for I was always beside Whyte."
 'You knew him very well, sirf said the detective, in sympathetic tone.
 'We were like brothers,n replied More land, mournfully. "I came out from Eng land in the same steamer with him, and used to visit him constantly here"
 Mrs. Hableton nodded her head to imply that such was the case.
 ssIn fact,n said Mr. Moreland, after mo- ments thought, 1T believe I was with him the night he was murdered"
 Mrs. Hableton gave a slight scream, and threw her apron over her face, but the de- tective sat unmoved, though Morelands last remark had considerably startled him.
 "What's the matterP' said Moreland, turn ing to Mrs. Hableton. Don't be afraid; l didn't kill him; no, but I met him last Thursday week, and I left for the country on Friday morning at half-past G."
 s'And what time did you meet Whyte on Thursday nightp asked Gorby
 'sLet me see," said Moreland, crossing his legs and looking thoughtfully up to the cell ing, s'it was about half-past o'clock. I was in the Orient hotel, on Bourke street. We had drink together and then went up the street to hotel i'll Russell street, where we had another. In fact, said Moreland, coolly, "we had several other drinks" 1 Inv x,lor;Ilvy NExn
 "Well of-it's hardly the thing to confess it," said Moreland, looking from cue to the other with a pleasant smile, "but in a case like this, feel it my duty to throw all social scruples aside. We both got very drunk"
 "Ahl Whyte was, as we know, drunk when he got into the cab-and you-p
 'sWas not quite so bad as Whyte," an. swered the other. ''I had my senses about me. fancy he left the hotel some minutes before o'clock on Friday morning."
 'And what did you do2'
 "I remained in the hotel. He left his over. coat behind him, and picked it up and fol lowed him shortly afterward to return it. was too drunk to see what direction he had gone in, and stood aeaning against the hote door in Bourke street with the coat in my hand Then some one came up, and, snatch
 ing the coat out of my hand, made off witt it, and the last thing remember was shout ing out, Stop, thiefr Then I must have fallen down, for next morning was in bet with all my clothes on, and they were very muddy. got up and left town for the coun
 try by the 6:S0 train, so I knew nothing about the matter until I came back to Mel bourne tonight. That's all know" "And you had no impression that Whyt, was watched that nighta"
 ssNo, had not" answered Moreland frankly. "He was in pretty good spirits . though he was put out at first" 'What was the cause of his being put outa Moreland arose, and, going to a side table brought Whyte's album, which he laid on tn table and opened in silence. The content
 were very much the same as the photograph , in the room, burlesque actresses and ladies o the ballet predominating; but Mir. Morelan' turned over the pages till nearly the end ! when he stopped at a large cabinet photo graph, apd pushed the album toward Mr | Gorby.
 'sThat was the cause,a ? he said. It was the portrait of a charmingly prett :. girl, dressed in white, with sailor hat el her fair hair, and holding Q lawn tenni { racket She was bending half forward, wit winning smile, and in the background we ~a A., Ix~la uAI~ l.