Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-12-20
CHAPTER XVI.

seemed to give him great satisfaction, judg- ing from the complacent smile on his face. ''I know" wrote Brian, that now you have taken up the affair, you will not stop until you find everything out, so, as I want the matter to rest as at present, will anticipate you, and reveal all. You were right in your conjecture that I knew something likely to lead to the detection of Whytes murderer; but when tell you my reasons for keeping such thing secret, am sure you will not blame me- Mind you, do not say that l know who committed the murder; but have suspicions-very strong suspicions-and l wish to God Rosanna Moore had died before she told me what she did. However, I will tell you all, and leave you to judge as to whether was justified ill concealing what I was told will call at your office some time next week, and then you will know every thing that Rosanna Moore told me; but once that you are possessed of the knowledge you will pity me"
 "Most extraordinary" unused Cation, lean ing back in his chair, as he laid down the letter "I wonder if he's going to tell me that he killed Whyte after all, and that Sal Rawlins perjured herself to save himl Mo- that's nonsense or she'd have turned up in better time, and wouldn't have risked his neck up to the last moment. Though make 1t a rule never to be surprised at anything, I expect what Brian Fitzgerald tells me will startle me considerably. I've never met with such an extraordinary case, and from all ap- pearances the end isn't reached Yet. After all" said MT, Calton, thoughtfully, truth Is stranger than f1ction."
 Here knock came to the door, and in an. swer to an invitation to enter, it opened, and Kilsip glided into the room.
 ::You're not engaged, sir," he said, in & soft, low voice;
 Hoh, dear, no, [" answered Calton, carelessly, ''come in, come in."
 Kilsip closed the door softly, and gliding along in his usual velvet footed manner sat down in a chair near Calton's, and placing his hat on the ground looked keenly at the barrister.
 "Well, Kilsip," said Calton, with & yawn, playing with his watch chain, "any good news to tell mel"
 "Wen, nothing particularly new," purred the detective, rubbing his hands together.
 "Nothing new, and nothing true, and no matter" said Calton, quoting Emerson; "And what have you come to see me ahoutP'
 "rhe hanson cab murder" replied the other quietly.
 :'The devilr' cried Galton, startled out of his professional dignity. "And have you found out who did ita"
 ''Nor answered Kilsip, rather dismally: "but I've got an idea"
 ''So had Gorby," retorted Calton, dryly, 'san idea that ended in smoke. Have you any practical proofsa"
 "Not yet"
 "That means you are going to get somes'
 "Well, if possible"
 "Much virtue in 'if,' "quoted Calton, pick ing up pencil and scribbling idly on his plotting paper And to whom does your suspicion pointq' "Aha!" said Mr. Kilsip, cautiously. "Don't know him." answered the other coolly; family name Humbug, presume. Boshl Whom do you suspectQ"
 Kilsip looked around cautiously, as if to make sure they were alone, and then said, in stage whisper: "Roger Morelandw "That was the young man that gave evil dence as to how Whyte got drunka" Kilsip nodded l "Well, and how do you connect him with the murderT" "Do you remember in the evidence given by the cabmen, Royston and Rankin, they both swore that the man who was with i Whyte on that night wore diamond ring on the forefnger of the right hand3'
 ''What of thata Nearly every second man in Melbourne wears diamond ring"
 "But not on the forefinger of the hand" 'Oh! And Moreland wears a ring in that wayr
 "Yesr'
 "Mer ely a coincidence Is that all your proofr'
 "AQ can obtain at present." dts very weak" said Calton, scornfully.
 "The weakest proofs may form chain to l hang a man," observed Kilsip, sententiously.
 "Moreland gave his evidence clearly i enough" said Calton, rising and walking up ! and down. "He met Whyte; they got drunk together. Whyte went out of the hotel, and shortly afterward Moreland followed with ! the coat, which left behind by Whyte, and then somebody snatched it from him"
 "Ah, did theys" interrupted Klsip, quickly.
 tSo Moreland says" said Calton, stopping short. 1T understand; you think Moreland was not so drunk as he says, and after following 1 Whyte outside, put on his coat, and got into the cab with him."
 "That is my theory"
 "It's ingenious enough" said the barrister; ''but why should Moreland murder Whytei What motive had he2"
 ''Those papers"-
 sPshawl another idea of Gorby's," said Calton, angrily. "How do you know there were any papersp
 The fact is, Calton did not intend Kilsip to | AuOw CndN W papers uhsk Ae heard what Fitzgerald had to tell him.
 "And another thing" said Calton, resum ing his walk, Eff your theory is correct which don't think it is, what became oi Whyte's coat? Has Moreland got it4"
 "No, he has not" answered the detective decisively.
 "You seem very positive about it." said the lawyer, after a moment pause "Did | you ask Moreland about itf'
 A reproachful look came into Kilsip's white face.
 "Not quite so green" he said, forcing q smile. "I thought you'd Q better opinion oi me than that, Mir. Cation. Ask hima-no. "Then how did you find out4''
 ..The fact is Moreland is employed as g barman in ths Kangaroo hotel"
 "A barmanm echoed Calton; "and he came out here as gentleman of independent for tune, Why, hang it, man, that in itself if