Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1889-01-12
MRS sampson eyed MIN wagglsnly, ana =

Mrs sampson eyed MIN wagg1sny, ana q
smile crept over her wrinkled little face
"Young men, not bein' old men, she re.
piled, cautiously, land sinners not beih'
saints, it's not nattral as latch keys should be
made for ornament instead of use, and Mr.
Fitzgerald bein' one OF the 'andsomest men
in Melbourne, it amt to be expected as e
should let s latch key git rusty, tho, avin' a
good moral character, e uses it with moder-
alton"
But ! suppose you are generally asleep
when he comes in late7" said the detective;
40 you can't tell whnt hour he comes
homef
mot as a rule" assented Mrs Sampson;
"bein' q 'eavy sleeper, and much disposed for
bed, but ave card i'm come In arter IL,
the last time bein Thursday week"
"Ahw MIR. Gorby drew long breath, for
Thursday week was the night when the mur.
sler was committed
NBein' troubled with my 'ead," said Mrs
Sampson. ''thro' 'avin' been out in the sun
all day a-washin'. | did not feel so partial to
my bed that nicht as in general. so went
down to the Kitchen with the intent of get
ting linseed pouitice to put at the back Of
my cad, it being calculated to remove pain,
as was told to me. when a nuss, by doctor
III the horspital, e now being in business for
hisself, at Geelo1g. with a large family,
avin' married early. Just rs | was leavin'
the kitchen card Mr. Fitzgerald a-comin'
in, and, turnin' round, looked at the clock,
that 'avin' been my custom when my late
usband came in the early mornin', bein' d
preparin' lis meal"
And the time wasf' asked Mr. Gorby,
breathlessly.
Five minutes to . O'clock" replied Mira
Sampson.
Mr.. Gorby thought for d moment.
Cab was hailed at o'clock-started for St
kilda about ten minutes past-reached gram
mar school, say ut twenty-five minutes past
Fitzgerald talks five minutes to cabrnan,
making it half-past-say. he waited ten min
utes for other cab to turn up, makes it twenty
minutes to 2-lt would take another twenty
minutes to get to East Melbourne-and five
minutes to walk up here-that makes it five
minutes past instead of before-confound it'll
"Was your clock in the kitchen rightr he
asked, aloud.
"Well, think so,n answered Mrs. Samp-
son. ut docs get little slow sometimes,
not 'avin' bin cleaned for some time, which
my nevy bein' matchmaker allays 'ands
it over to i'm"
"Of course it was slow on that night" said
Gorby. triumphantly. "He must have come
In at five minutes past (which makes it
right"
Makes what rightr' asked the landlady,
sharply. "And 'ow do you know my clock
was ten minutes wrongr
"Oh, it was was itr' asked Gorby, eagerly.
'PIn not denyin that it wasn't" replied
Mrs. Sampson; clocks amt allays to be re-
lied on moro than men en- women; but it
won't be anythin' aSin is insurance, will it,
as in general 'e's in afore l2f'
"Oh. all that will he quite safe" answered
the detective, delighted at having obtained
the required information. as this Mr.. Fitz-
gerald's roomf'
"Yes, it is" replied tho landlady; "but e
furnished it 'imself, beIn' of luxurus turn
of mind, not but what lis taste is good, tho
far be it from mo to deny l 'eiped i'm to So
lect; but 'avin' another room Of the same to
let, any friends as you might ave In search
Of 'ome 'ud be well looked arter, my refer.
ences bein' very Ugh an my cookin' tasty,
an if
Hero ring at the front door bell called
Mrs Sampson away. so with hurried word
to Gorby she cracked down stairs. Left to
himself MIR. Gorby arose and looked around
the room. 1t was excellently furnished, and
the pictures on the wall were all in good
taste. There was writing table at one end
Of the room under the window, which was
covered with papers
"It's no good looking for the papers he took
out Of Whyto's pocket, l suppose" said the
detective TO himself, as he turned over some
letters, "as don't know what they are, and
couldn't tell them il | saw them; but I'd like
to find that missing glove and the bottle that
held the chloroform--unless he's done away
with them. There doesn't seem any sign Of
them here, so I'll have look in his bedroom.
There was no time to lose, as Mrs. Sampson
might return at any moment, SO Mr.. Gorby
walked quickly into the bedroom, which
opened off the sitting room. The first thing
that caught the detectives eye was q large
photograph Of Madge Frettlby in a plush
frame. which stood on the dressing table. 1t
was the same kind he had already seen in
Whyte's album, and he took it up with
laugh.
You're pretty girl" he said, apostro-
phizing the picture, ''but you give your
photograph to two young men. both in love
with you, and both hot tempered. The re-
suit Is tnaC ono Ii ueau, ana tne Otner wont
survive him long. That's what you've done"
He put it down again, and looking round
the room, caught sight of light covert coat
hanging behind the door, and also soft hat.
"Ah," said the detective, going up to the
door, 'here is the very coat you wore when
you killed that poor fellow. wonder what
you have in the pockets" and he plunged his
hand into them in turn. There was an old
theatre programme and a pair Of brown
gloves in one, but in the second pocket Mr..
Gorby made discovery-none other than
that of the missing glove There it was-a
soiled white glove for the right hand, with
black bands down the back; and the detective
smiled in gratifled manner as he put 1t care
fully in his pocket
"My morning has not been wasted" he
said to himself. i've found out that he
came in at a time which corresponds to all
his movements after | o'clock on Thursday
night, and this is the missing glove, which
clearly belonged to Whyte. II could only
get hold of the chloroform bottle I'd be salts
fed"
| R,,t the chlo,,oforn, hottle Was not IN he