Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1888-09-02

kfv1ng up the sedrCn III urcRoh' " 49,
I denly Cations eye fell on the waste-paper
basket, which, by some unaccountanie
reason they had overlooked in their search.
The basket was half full, in fact, more
than half, and, on looking at it, sudden
Thought struck the lawyer. He rang the
bell, and presently Mrs Sampson made her
appearance. ,...,.
been standing like thst?" he asked point
ing TO it.
'It bein' the only fault lad to find
with 'im," said Mrs. Sampson, "'e bein'
that uptidy that e never let me clean 1t
ont until e told me pussonly. 'E said as
'ow % throwed things into 1t as e might
ave to look mp again; an 'aven't touched
il for more nor six weeks, 'oin' You won't
think me bad 'ousekeeper, 10 bein' rs
own wish-bein' fond of letter an SIGH
like"
''Six weeks" repeated Cation, with q
look at Madge. "Ah, and he got the letter
four weeks ago. Depend upon it, we shall
find it there"
Madge gave cry and falling on her
knees, emptied the basket out on the hoor,
and both she and Cation were soon as busy
among the fragments of paper as though
they were rsg-pickers.
''Opin' they amt orr their 'eads, " muir
INJURED Mrs. Sampson, as she went to the
door, "bnt it looks like it, they bein'-"
Suddenly cry broke from Madge, as
she drew out of the mass of paper half
burnt letter, written on thick and creamy
looking paper.
"At last" she cried, rising off her knees,
and smoothing it ont, 81 knew he had not
destroyed it."
pretty nearly. however," said Cation,
as his eye glanced rapidly over it: tits al
most useless as it is, seeing there's no
name to it,"
He took it over to the window and
spread it out upon the table. 1t was dirty
and half burnt, but still it was clue.
There is not much to be gained from
that, Pm afraid, " said Madge, sadly. 1T
shows he had an experimentation
whsre?"
Cation did not answer, but, leaning his
head on his hands, stared hard at the
paper. At last be Jumped up with cry
II have it." he said in an excited tone.
s'Look at that paper; see how creamy and
white it is, and, above all, look at the
printing in the corner - 'oT VILLA,
TOORAK.'"
Then he went down to Toorak?"
''In an hour, and back again-hardly. "
"Then il was not written from ToorakF'
"No, it was written in one Of the Mel
bourne back slums."
"How do you know" -.
'Look at the girl who brought it, said
Carlton, quickly. "a disreputsble wo-
man, one far more likely to come from the
back slums than Toorak. As to the paper,
three months ago there was q robbery at
Toorak, and this is some of the paper that
WAS stolen by the thieves"
Madge said nothing, but her sparkling
eyes and nervous trembling OF the hands
showed her excitement.
81 will see q detective this evening, "
said Cation, exultiDsly, "tnd out where
this letter came from, and 60 and see who
wrote it. Well save him yet" he said,
placing the precious letter carefully in his
pocketbook.
'sYou think you will be able to find the
woman who wrote that?"
Hum" said the lawyer, looking
thoughtful, "she may be dead, as the let
ter says she is in dying condition. How
ever, if / can find the woman who delivered
the letter at the Club, and who waited for
Fitzgerald at the corner of Bourke and
Russell Street, that will be sufficient. All
1 want to prove is that he was not in the
hanson cab with Whyte."
"And do you think you can do that?'
Depends upon this letter." said Cation,
systematically tapping his pocket'book
with his finger 'I'll tell you tomorrow. ="
Shortly afterwards they left the house,
and when Gallon put Madge safely into
the st. Kilda train, her heart felt lighter
than it had since Fitzgerald's arrest.