Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-12-06
The Mystery Of a Hanson Cab
BY FERGUS w. HUME.
CHAPTER XXI.

but q third man whom he had never seen was
with them. This latter Calton introduced 10
him as Mr.. Kilsip, of the detective Office, a
fact which began to make the worthy doctor
uneasy, as he could not divine the meaning
of the presence of q detective. However, he
made no remark, but took the seat handed to
him by Mr.. Calton and prepared to listen.
Calton locked the door Of the office, and then
vent back to his desk, having the other three
seated before him in kind of semicircle.
"In the first place" said Calton to the doc
tor, 81 have to inform you that you are one
of the executors under the will Of the late
Mr.. Frettlby, and that is why asked you to
come here today The other executors are
Mr.. Fitzgerald and myself"
"Oh, indeed" murmured the doctor, po
litely.
"And now" said Calton, looking at him,
"do you remember the hanson cab murder,
which caused such a sensation some months
agoF'
'tYes, do" replied the doctor, rather as
tonished. "But what has that to do with the
willT
'tNothing to 10 with the WILL" answered
Calton, gravely "but the fact is Mr. Frettlby
was implicated u the affair"
DR.. Chinston glanced inquiringly at Brian,
but that gentleman shook his head.
''It's nothing to do with my arrest" he
said, sadly.
''What do you meanT he gasped, pushing
back his chair "How was he implicatedF
"That cannot tell you," answered Calton,
until read his confession"
"Ahr said Kilsip, becoming very atten-
tive.
"Yes," said Calton, turning to kilsip,
''your hunt after Moreland is wild goose
chase, for the murderer of Oliver Whyte is
discovered"
"Discoveredl" cried Kilsip and the doctor
in one breath.
"Yes, and his name is Mark Frettlby."
Kilsip shot glance Of disdain out of his
bright black eyes and gave low laugh Of
disbelief, but tho doctor pushed back his
chair furiously and arose to his feet.
'This is monstrous," he cried, in rage. ~
won't sit still and hear this accusation
against my dead friend"
unfortunately. it is too true" said Brian,
sadly.
"How dare you say soT said Chinston,
turning angrily OH him "And you going to
marry his daughter!"
"There is only one way to settle the ques-
lUlOu1 Sttlu SdiUOhs SOlAly. "O iiuoc 'SoN
his confession"
"But why the detectives" asked the doctor,
ungraciously, as he took his seat reluctantly.
'Because want him to hear for himself
that Mr. Frettlby committed the crime and
that he may keep it quiet"
"Not till I've arrested him." said Il lisp,
determinedly,
"But he's dead" said Brian.
''rm speaking of Roger Moreland," re-
torted Kilsip "For he and no other mur
dered Oliver Whyte."
"That's much more likely story" Chin,
ston said.
II tell you no." said Calton vehemently.
"God knows | would like to preserve Mark
Frettlbys good name, and it is with this OBJ
ject have brought you all together. will
read the confession, and when you know the
truth want you all to keep silent about it.,
as Mark Frettlby is dead and the publication
of his crime can do no good to any one"
II know" resumed Calton, addressing the
detective, that you are fully convinced in
your own mind that you are right ana | am
wrong, but what if tell you that Mark
Frettlby died holding those very papers for
the sake of which the crime was com.
mittedF'
Kilsip's face heightened considerably.
"What were the papersr'
"The marriage certificate of Mark Frettlby
and Rosanna Moore, the woman who died in
the back slum"
Kilsip was seldom astonished. but he was
this time while DR. Chinston fell back in his
chair and looked at the barrister with a
dazed sort of expression.
"And what's more" went on Calton, tri
umphantly, do you know that Moreland
went to Frettlby two nights ago and obtained
certain sum for hush money!
"What!" cried kilsip
"Yes; Moreland, in coming out of the no
tel, evidently saw Frettlby, and threatened
to expose him unless he paid for his silence.
Every strange" murmured Kilsip to him
self, with disappointed look on his face
"But why did Moreland keep still so long"
II cannot tell you" replied Calton, "but
no doubt the confession will explain ALL"
"Then for heavens sake read it." broke III
DR.. Chinston, inpatiently "I'm quite in the
dark, and all your talk is Greek to me-
Zone moment" said Kilsip. dragging d
bundle from under his chair and untying it.
"lf you are right. what about thist" and h'
held ~ i ut II. v""y murh snird an
"Whose is thatN asked Cation startled
mot Whytes"
"Yes. Whyte's." repeated Eilsip. with
great satisfaction II found it in the F,tz
roy gardens. Ge:l the gate that opens 4,
George street, Last Melbourne 1t was NJ ii
Ii ir tree"
''Then Mr. Frettlby must have got out al
Powlett street, and walked down George
street, and then through the Fitzroy garden'
into town" said Cation
Kilsip tcok no heed of the remark, but tool
small bottle out of the pocket of the coa
and held it up.
81 also found this" he said.
"Chloroform," cried every one, guessing al
once that it was the missing bottle.
Exactly" said Kilsip, repacingit. This
was the bottle which contained the poisol
used by-by-well, call him the murderer
The nar,e of the chemist being on the label,
went to him and found out who bought it
Now, who do you thinka" with a look o
triumph
"Frettlby," said Calton, decidedly.
"No, Morelandl" burst cut Chinston
greatly excited
Neither" retorted the detective, calmly
"The man who purchased this was Oliver
Whyte himself"
'Himselff' echoed Brian, now thoroughly
surprised, as, indeed, were all the ot.sers.
"Yes | had no trouble In finding out that
thanks to the Poison act. AS | knew nc
ono would be so foolish as to carry chloro
nha hi, a.af fot.a ln,rr