Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-12-15
CHAPTER XVI.
MISSING.

The next day Kilsip called at Cations off1ce late in the afternoon and found the lawyer eagerly expecting him. The detectives face however, looked rather dismal, and Calton was not treasured by its expression.
 "Well!" he said, impatiently, when Kilsip had closed the door and taken his seat "Where is she2"
 "That's just what I want to know,n an- swered the detective, coolly; '!I went to the Salvation Army headquarters and made in- quiries about her. It appears that she had been in the army as q hallelujah lass, but got tired of it in a week, and went off with a friend to Sydney. She carried on her old life of dissipation, but, ultimately, her friend got sick of her, and the last thing they heard about her was that she had taken up with a Chinaman ill one of the Sydney slums I telegraphed at once to Sydney, and got re- ply that there was no person of the name of Sal Rawlins known to the Sydney police, but they said they would make inquiries, and let me know the result"
 "Ah! she has. no doubt, changed her name," said Calton, thoughtfully, stroking his chin. ''I wonder what for}'
 "Wanted to get rid of the army, expect" answered Kilsip, dryly "The straying lamb did not care about being hunted back to the fold"
 "And when did she join the army?n
 "The very day after the murder" "Rather sudden conversionf'
 "Yes, but she said the death of the woman on Thursday night had so startled her that she went straight off to the army to get her religion properly fixed up." ''The effects of fright, no doubt," said Cal ton, dryly. "I've met a good many exam pies of these sudden conversions, but they never last long as a rule-it's O case of the lSx-oS cia al- ho ho more than anything else. Good looking9"
 "So so, believe" replied Kisip, shrug- ging his shoulders. every ignorant-could neither read nor write"
 "That accounts for her not asking for Fitzgerald when she called at the club-she probably did not know whom she had been sent for It will resolve itself into ques- tion of identification, I expect. However, if the police can't find her, we will put an ad- vertisement in the paper offering a reward, and send out handbills to the same effect i She must be found. Brian Fitzgeralds life hangs on thread, and that thread is Sal Rawlins."
 "Yesm assented Kilsip, rubbing his hands i together. '.Even if Mir. Fitzgerald acknowl- edges that he was at Mother Guttersnipes on i the night in queston, she will have to prove that he was there, as no one else saw him."
 "Are you sure of that?"
 tAs sure as any one can be in such 0 case It was a late hour when he came, and every one seems to have been asleep except the dying woman and Sal; and as one is dead, the other is the only person that can prove that he was there at the time when the murder was committed in the hansom."
 "And Mother Guttersnipea"
 "Was drunk, as she acknowledged last night. She thought that if gentleman did call it must have been the other one"
 ..The other one?' repeated Calton, in q puzzled voice. :'What other onef'
 s'Ohver Whyte.n
 Calton arose from his seat with blank air of astonishment "Oliver Whyte!" he said as soon as he could find his voice. "Was he in the habit of going thereg'
 Kilsip curled himself up in his seat like z sleek cat, and, pushing forward his head til his nose looked like the beak of O bird oi prey, looked keenly at Calton.
 "Look here, sir," he said, in low, purrine voice, "there's good deal in this case whicf don't seem plain-in fact, the further we gt into it the more mixed up it seems to get. went to see Mother Guttersnipe this morn ing, and she told me that Whyte had visiteS the Queen several times while she lay Ill and seemed to be pretty well acquainted witl her."
 '"But who the devil is this woman the, call the sQueenq" said Dalton, irritably "She seems to be at the bottom of the whol affair-every path we take leads to her."
 "I know hardly anything about her," re piled Kilsip, ''except that she was goo' looking woman of about 49. She came ou , from England to Sydney few months age then on to here. How she got to Mothe Guttersnipe's I can't find out, though rv tried to pump that old woman, but she's g
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