Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-12-14
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drove up to the curbing, and Rolleston stopped short, as Calton sprang out directly in front of him. Madge lay back in the cab and pulled down her veil, not wishing to be recognized by Felix, as she knew that if he did it would soon be all over town.
 "Hallol old chap" said Rolleston, in con- siderable astonishment. "Where did you spring fromT
 eFrom the cab, of course" answered Cal ton, with laugh.
 ''A kind of Deus ex machina," replied Rol- leston, attempting a bad pun.
 Exactly" said Cation "Look here, Rollestou, do you remember the night of Whyte's murder-you met Fitzgerald at the railway stations"
 'In the train" corrected Felix.
 "Well, we'll; no matter, you came up with him to the club"
 "Yes, and left him there"
 'tDid you notice if he received any message while he was with youg"
 "Any messager' repeated Felix 'sNo, he did not we were talking together the whole time, and he spoke to no one but me"
 "Was he i'll good spirits~
 Excellent; made me laugh awfully-but why all this thusness"
 'Oh, nothing," answered Calton, getting back into the cab. II wanted a little infor- nation from you; I'll explain next time see you. Good-by."
 But say," began Felix, but the cab had already rattled away, so MT. Roileston turned angrily away.
 q never saw anything like these lawyers" he said to himself. Cations perfect whirl- wind, by love"
 Meanwhile Calton was talking to Madge.
 You were right" he said, "there must have been a message for him at the club, for he got none from the time he left your place." -.--..
 "And what shall we do nowf' asked Madge, who, having heard all the oonversa- tion, did not trouble about questioning the lawyer about it. ...-. ...-..
 "Find out at the club if any letter was waiting for him on that night" said Cation, as the cab stopped at the door of the Mel bourne club Here we are," and with nasty word to Madge he ran up the steps.
 He went to the office of the club to find out if any letters had been waiting for Fitz- gerald, and he found there a waiter with whom he was pretty we'll acquainted.
 'tL4ook here, Brown" said the lawyer, lido you remember on that Thursday night when the hanson cab murder took place If any letters were waiting here for MT. Fitzger- ald?'
 Well, really, sir" hesitated Brown, ''it's so long ago that almost forget" Cation gave nm a sovereign.
 "Ohl it's not that, Mir. Calton," said the waiter, pocketing the coin, nevertheless. "But really do forget" Cry and remember" said Calton, shortly. Brown made tremendous effort of mem- ory, and at last gave satisfaetory answer. ''No, sir, there were none" "Are you sureT' said Calton, feeling a 1 thrill of disappointment. Quite sure, sir" replied the other, conf- dently. "I went to the letter rack several times that night, and am sure there were none for Mir. Fitzgerald.p
 'Ah! I thought as much," said Galton, heaving sigh. 1 'Stop!" said Brown, as though struck with a sudden idea. Though there was no letter l came by post, sir, there was one brought to him on that night"
 "AhI" said Caltona turning sharply. "At what timeP'
 tsJust before 12 o'clock, sir"
 ''Who brought it?' "A young woman. sir" said Brown, in 6 tone of disgust. "A bold thing, beggin' l your pardon, sir; and no better than she l could be- She bounded in at the door as bold as brass, and sings out, Is he inp Get out says, 'or I'll call the perlice.' Oh no, you won't,' says she; You'll give him that, and she shoves letter in my hands. Who's | nm! l aSkS. l uunUO, sue d1lSHeTS. lbS written there, and can't read; give it him at once And then she clears out before could stop her"
 HAnd the letter was for Mir. Ftzgerald2"
 "Yes, sir, and a precious dirty letter it was, too"
 "You gave it to him, of courseq'
 ..I did, sir. He was playing cards and he put it in his pocket, after having looked at the outside of it, and went on with his game"
 Didn't he open it9"
 "Not then, sir; but he did later on, about g quarter to o'clock. was in the room, and he opens it and reads it. Then he says tc himself, What d-d impertinence,' and puts it into his pocket"
 'Was he disturbedP'
 ''Well, sir, he looked angry like, and put his coat and hat on and walked out about five minutes to l."
 "Ahl and he met Whyte at l." mutterec Calton. "There's no doubt about it. Int letter was an appointment, and he was going to keep it. What kind of a letter was it2" ht asked.
 ''Very dirty, sir, in square envelope; bu the paper was good, and so was the writing.
 "That will do," said Cation; "I am mucl obliged to you," and he hurried down tt where Madge awaited him in the cab.
 "You were right" he said to her, whel the cab was once more in motion. "He go letter on that night, and went to keep hi appointment at the time he met Whyte."
 "I knew it." cried Madge with delight ''You see, we will find it in his lodgings"
 "I hope SO" answered Cation; 'but W must not be too sanguine; he may have de stroyed it."
 "No, he has not" she replied; "I am con vinced it is there" "Well," answered Calton, looking at her 'I won't contradict you, for your feminin instincts have done more to discover tn truth than my reasonings; but that is ofte the case with women-they jump in the dar: where g man would hesitate, and in min : cases out of ten land safely" "Alas for the tenthi" said Miss Frettlhy ] ''She has to be the one exception to prove tn rule"
 She had in great measure recovered he spirits, and seemed confident that she woul save her lover. But MT. Calton saw that he l nerves were strung up to the highest pitcl , and that it was only her strong will that ker 3 her from breaking down altogether. 3 By love- he muttered, in an admirin t tone, as he watched her, ''she's pluck
 girl, and Fitzgerald is a lucky man to have | woman like that in love with himn