Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-08-02

Friday morning at half-past O.
sand what time did you meet Whyte ou
Thursday nightF asked Gorby. u
"Let me see," said Moreland, crossing his
legs and looking thoughtfully up to the cell
ing, ait was about half-past 0 O'Clock. |
wns in the Orient hotei, on Bourke street
We had drink together and then went up
the street to hotel in Russell street, where
we had another In fact,n said Moreland.
coolly, tive had several other drinks. -
ayes" said Gorby, placidly. ''Go on i.l
"Weil of-it's hardly the thing to confess
It." said Moreland, looking from one to the
other with pleasant smile, "but In case
like this, feel it my duty to throw all social
scruples aside. We both got very drunk"
"AhI Whyte was, as we know, drunk
when he got into the cab-and you-r
"Was not quite SO bad as Whyte," an
swered the other. 81 had my senses about
me. fancy lle left the hotel some minutes
before O'Clock on Friday morning"
"And what did you dor
81 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 be had
gone in, and stood leaning against the hotel
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 with
1t, and the last thing remember was shout
ing out, stop, theft Then | must have
| fallen down. for next morning was In bed
with all my clothes on, and they werc very
muddy got up and left town for the coun.
try by the $50 train, SO knew nothing
about the matter until came back to Mel.
bourne tonight. That's all l know"
"And you had no impression that Whyto
was watched that nightr
"No, | had not,n answered Moreland,
frankly. "He was in pretty good spirits,
though he was put out at first"
what was the cause Of his being put outF
Moreland arose, and, going to u side table,
brought Whytes album, which he laid OH the
table and opened In silence The contents
were very much the same as the photographs
In the room, burlesque actresses and ladies Of
the ballet predominating; but Mr.. Moreland
turned over the pages till nearly the end.
when he stopped at large cabinet photo
graph, and pushed the album toward Mr..
Gorby.
"That was the cause" he said.
1t was the portrait Of a charmingly pretty
girl dressed in white, with a sailor hat on
her fair hair, and holding lawn tennis
racket. She was bending half forward, with
a winning smile, and in the background was
n mass of some tropical plants Mrs. liable
ton gave cry of surprise at seeing this.
"Why, it's Miss Frettlby," she said. How
did he know herP ...
"Knew her father-letters of introduction,
and all that sort of thing" said Mr.. More
land, glibly.
"Ah, indeedr said Mr.. Gorby slowly.
$50 Mr. Whyte knew Mark Frettlby, the
millionaire; but how did he obtain photo
graph of the daughterf'
"She gave it to him." said Moreland.
1.-THE fact is, Whyte was very much in love
with Miss Frettlby." ..
"And she'-
"Was in love with come ono else" finished
Moreland
AExactlyr'
"Yes, she loved Mr.. Brian Fitzgerald,
10 whom she Is now engaged. He was
mad on her, and Whyte and he used to
quarrel over the young lady desperately"
"Indeedl" said Mr.. Gorby. "And do you
know this Mr. FitzgeraldT'
"Oh, dear, mop answered the other, coolly.
| "AJ V0 IL AiChOo WClO AOo nAAAhcs Aho VdS q
rich young man who had good introductions.
I am only poor devil on the outskirts OF
society, trying to push my way In the
world"
"You know his personal appearance, of
courseT observed Mr.. Gorby.
"Oh, yes, can tell you that" said More
land. "In fact, he's not at all anlike me,
which take to be rather a compliment, as
he is said to be good looking. He is tall,
rather fair, talks in bored sort Of manner,
and Is altogether what one would call a
heavy swell; but you must have seen him,
he went on, turning to Mrs. Hableton; 'he
was hero three or four weeks ago, Whyte
told me-"
"Oh, that was Mr.. Fitzgerald, was itT'
said Mrs. Hableton, in surprise. "Yes, he
was rather like you; and so the lady they
quarreled over must have been Miss Fret
tlby."
'Very likely" said Moreland, rising.
"Well, I'm of. Here's my address" !" putting
a card in Gorby's hand "I'm glad to be Of
any use to you in this matter, as Whyte was
my dearest friend, and I'll do all IN my power
to help you to find out the murderer"
II don't think that is a very difficult mat
ter" said Mr.. Gorby, slowly.
"Oh, you have suspicionsT said Moreland,
looking at him
~ have"
Then who you think murdered WhyteF
MFR. Gorby paused moment, and then said
deliberately:
~ have an idea-but I am not certain
when am certain, I'll speak"
"You think Fitzgerald killed my friend,
said Moreland. II see it in your face"
Mr.. Gorby smiled. Perhaps" he said
ambiguously. "Wait till am certain"
CHAPTER VII
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