The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1888-07-01

3 ing 70 Mrs Habeton. Don't be afraid;
didn't kill him. no, but l met him last
Thursday week, md left for the country on
Friday morning at half-past G.
"And what time did you meet Whyte on
Thu rsday night" asked Gorby.
LIT me see" said Moreland crossing his
les and looking thoughtfully up to the cell
ing. at was about half-past o'clock.
was in the Orient hotel, on Bourke street.
We had q drink together and then went up
the street to hotel in Russell street, where
VIC had another In fact" said Moreland,
coolly. "we had several other drinks
"Yes.n said Gorby, placidly. go On"
"WeD Otis hardly the thing to confess
il. sad Moreland, looking from one 20 the
other with pleasant smile, "but i'm a case
Ike this, feel il my duty TO throw all social
scruplcs aside. We both got 'cry drunk"
"Ahl Whyte was, as We know, drunk
when he 70. into the cab-and yor-P
"Was not quite 50 bad as '9hyte," an
SEVERED the other. IL had ny senses about
me fancy he left the hotel some minutes
before o'clock on Friday morning"
And what did You dor
II remained in the hotel. He left his over
cont behind him, and picked it mp ard fol
lowed him shortly afterward TO return IT, /
was too drunk to see what direction he had
gone i'm. 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
il and the last thing remember was shout
ing ont. stop, theft Then ] must have
- f.,. t.tnrfIinp / bod
with all my clothes on, and they were very
muddy. got up and left town for the coun-
try by the $50 train, 50 | knew nothing
ahou, the matter until came back 70 Mel.
bourne tonight That's all know"
"An1 you had no impression that Whyte
was watched that night"
NO, | had not" answered MOreland,
frankly. "iIc was in pretty good spirits,
though he was put out at first"
What was the cause of his being put out
Moreland arose, and, goirg To IA side table,
brought Whytes album, which he laid on the
table AMI opened in silence. Tho contents
wcrs very much thesa as the photographs
in the room, burlesque actresses and ladies' OF
the ballet prcdominating; but Mr. Moreland
turned over the pages till nearly tho end,
when lie stopped at large cabinet photo
e,raph. apd pushed tho album toward Mr.
Gorby.
"Tha. was tho cause" he said
y vas the portrait of charmlngly pretty
girl. dressed in white, with sailor hat on
her fair hair, and holding a lawn tennis
racket She was bending half forward, with
a winning smile, and in tho background was
a mass of some tropical plants. Mrs. liable
ton gave a cry of surprise at seeing this,
WHY, its Miss Frettlby," she said How
di! h. know herp
Knew her father-letteIs Of introduction,
and all that sort Of thing" said Mr.. More.
land, glihly.
"Ah, indeed" said Mr. Gorby slowly.
$50 Mr. Whyte knew Mark Frettlby, the
millionaire, but how did he obtain photo
graph Of TIE daughterP
"SLe gave il 70 him." said Moreland.
"Ths facti is, Whytc was very much in love
with Mis- Fret.lby."
"We5 u love With some one ol.n. finished
M1r,.asl. 20 -,
"Exac;lyr
yes. Sic loved Mr.. Brian Fitzgerald,
% whom she is now engaged. He was
mad On her, and Whyto and he used to
quarrel over the young lady desperately"
"Indeed!' said Mr.. Gorby And 10 you
know this Mr. Fitzgerald
"Oh, dear, noI' answered the other, coolly.
"Whytes friends were not mine. He was
rich Young man who had good introductions.
am oaly poor devil on tho outskirts OF
society, trying 70 push my way "a the
w1gl'
"Yon know his personal appearance, OF
c0ursef' observed Mr.. Gorby.
"Oh, ves, can tell you that, said More
LAID. "ln fact, he's not at all unlike me,
which take % BE- rather compliment, "a
he is sa.l . be good locking. He IS tall,
rather fair, talks in bored sort of manner,
AMI is altogether what one would call a
heavy swell, but You must have seen him"
he went on, turning 20 Mrs ilableton; che
was here three or four weeks ago, Whyte
told rlen
"Oh, that was Mr.. Fitzgerald, was itF
said Mrs. Hableton, in surprise. Eyes, he
was rather like you: and so tho lady they
ouarreiel over must have been Miss Fret
tlby'
VERY likely" said Moreland rising.
well, I'm off. Here's my address" putting
a card in Gorby's hand. "I'm glad to he of
any use to you in this matter, as Whyte was
my dearest friend, and III 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 suspiciOnsP said Moreland,
looking at him.
Il have.'
Then who DO you think murdered WhyteF
Mr.. Gorby paused a moment, and then said
deliberately:
II have an idea-but am not certain
when am certain, III speak"
You think Fitzgerald killed my friend"
said Moreland. II sec it in your face"
Mr. Gorby smiled. PERHAPS lie said,
ambiguously wait TIL an certain"
CHAPTER VII.
WOOL KING.
Mark Fret,lby was one Of those fortunate
individuals who turned everything he
touched into gold His luck was proverbial