Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1889-08-10

| ANA all these persons suspect that
Paul Rogers killed their relative?"
All have expressed such suspi-
| cion.'
"All together?"
mo; separately"
"Since when?"
"Since the body was found"
"When was that"
EARLY this morning"
"Where?"
an Mr.. Booker's own ROOM
"Shot, did you say?"
dyes; through the head, and stone
lead"
"Terrible Might it not have been
suicide:'
There seemed to be nothing to indi-
cate it."
Il Will go at once to the house.
SO saving, Sansom, the celebrated
| New York detective, beckoned to his
visitor to follow him and left his office,
going down the stairs two or three at q
time, and never pausing until he hailed
Broadway stage.
Come on" he said, sententiously.
as he entered the vehicle. I've have
no time to lose. Now give me the par
ticulars of the crime as far as YOU know
| them"
His companion had told literally all
| he knew, and no amount of skillful
pumping could elicit from him any fur
! Their information.
In half an hour the train stood be-
fore the door of 39l Scott street,
stately residence to which they were
soon admitted.
On the floor in his own room, evi-
| IDENTIFY in exactly the same position in
which he had fallen, lay the dead body
of Abel Booker.
Near by stood the dead mans nephew
Paul Rogers.
This person was a man of twenty
| five, with dark, expressive ewes and
manly facc-such a young man as one
instinctively warns up TO, believes in,
and wishes God speed"
SAMSON accosted him.
Your name, sir.
The name was given.
You are a nephew of the dea,
man's?'
| YES"
| -hii'A III IA l't''t iltii
The Young man nodded his head.
"lou were in high power with him,
We're you not"
"Yes-I think So"
80 | thought. And he was ever
kind and indulgent to you?'
In the extreme
mo doubt You appreciated him
warmly"
"No man ever loyed a father better"
80 | understood. Now, give me
particulars me concerning the
murder"
Il know little about it-nothing cx-
cept what you know already"
SAMSON stopped and examined the
body carefully.
He was shot in the right temple"
he mused "One fatal shot accom-
| plished the assassin's purpose"
He then again faced Paul Rogers
and gazed searchingly into his eyes.
THE young man does not finch"
he thought; If he is murderer he is
cool one, indeed"
"Mr. Rogers" he asked, "where were
you when the murder was committed 2"
'In my bed"
In this house,"
"Yes."
AT what time was your uncle
killed."
81 do not know. Some time during
the night"
"You do not know the hour, them"
"No; but we Judge my uncle must
have been killed late this morning, or,
at least, not long before daylight. The
body is even now scarcely cold"
No one in the house heard the re-
port of the weapon, them"
"No; and that is the strangest thing
about it. My room is only separated
from this by n partition and, as YOU
can see, there is o communicating
door"
The detective made an examination
of the two apartments and saw that
what the young man said was true.
He could not repress an exclamation
of surprise.
All" he thought, aft is impossible
that this young man should not have
heard the report of the weapon, if the
murder was committed in this room
and he was sleeping in the next one.
If he did not himself commit the mur-
der, or is not trying to shield the guilty
parties, Abe Booker lrdS not killed IN
this rOOmi'
He studied Paul Rogers face closely,
rs he asked:
Was no weapon found?"
Not yet"
How did the assassin gain entrance
to the house, and how did he 60 out
again."
IL cannot even guess"
SAMSON quickly made an cxamina-
ton of the premises, but found no
clue.