Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-06-29

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| l to accent this provisional explanation
But who was the second robber, and how wa:
| the discovery made that the stolen papers
were hidden in this deserted old building?
/ am willing to confess that had nc
| answer to this question. Perhaps, when the
nature of the contents of the papers was re-
vealed to me, the object of both robberies
would be made plain. I determined to ques.
tion Mrs. Glaye on this point. Did the
papers have any bearing on the murder7
That also remained to be found out. Per-
haps Durand had his finger in this pie. as he
had his hnger in the other pie. Perhaps il
was pull devil, pull baker between Durand
and Bertha, both struggling lor the money
that Mrs Glaye held on such precarious
terms. / thrust the jewels in my pocket, and
then left the moldY old house. 1 decided
that my first duty was to have little con-
versation with Mr.. Otto Morton. In the
first place, could get him to talk readily
on the fascinating subject of Bertha, and in
the next place compel him to give an ac-
count Of his actions on the night of the muir
der.
L hurried to the wharf and found Morton
alone in rowboat just about to go out fish,
ing in deep water. 1 descended the steps,
leaned into the boat and smilingly hoped /
was not disturbing him.
eli you have second fishing line, Mr..
Morton, 1 will willingly be your COM
panion."
'sWho are you?" he asked, with an angry
frown.
Detective Fox, at your servicer'
He glared at me for a moment then
seized the oars and rowed out into the cur
rent.
"what do you want with me?" he asked,
after little pause.
"Several things; but first of all to assure
you that would be your friend if you are
willing to meet me half way. To be frank
with you, think I have discovered the
murderer, but without help I'm afraid that
the innocent may be harmed before reach
the guilty parties"
"Do you refer to Miss Glaye?" he asked,
anxiously.
"Yes, and it will be pityI"
"You do not suspect her ?" he said, with
a dangerous light in his eyes.
with your help, L hope to remove her
out of the line of investigation"
''To save her from an hours pain, Iwould
sacrifice my lier
"I will not ask so much" 1 answered,
dryly. 81 shall only demand what you, as
an honest man, should be willing to an
swer."
''Then drive ahead"
"Why did you tell Miss Glaye that you
were in the city on the night of the mur-
der?"
He stared at me with ludicrous amaze
ment, then said:
''To save her from knowing what 1
know"
''You saw Mrs. Amelia Glaye on the
night of the murder?''
Again be stared at me.
Yes"
fWould you mind telling me about it?''
He paused, rested on his oars, frowned,
then began to row again.
81 may as well tell nov as any time!' he
said gloomily.
Far better now than at any other time,
for Miss Bertha's sake."I answered, with
meaning emphasis. "What did you see?''
"Durand had begged me to meet MIN at
certain hour in the evening, as he wished me
TO assist him in a certain matter which he
was to tell me when 1 met him. The hour
he appointed was o'clock; but 1 was un-
fortunately detained beyond that hour in
the hotel, and when reached his house he
had gone out"
He pulled vigorously at the oars for a mo-
ment, then continued:
''It was dark, unpleasant evening, and
1 was returning over the fields when 1 heard
two people speaking angrily together. 1t
was up under the trees near the pond. For
reasons which satisfied mvself then, as they
satisfy me now, 1 determined to listen, an
easy business in the darkness. I crept down
toward the pond and easily hid myself.
The woman was Mrs. Amelia Glaye, the
man was Cyril Durand. He was begging,
she was threatening; then he begged and she
threatened. The quarrel was about some
woman whom Durand had promised to meet
that night. Mrs. Glaye forbade him to meet
what she called the Creature and he in
sisted that he must meet her. She got into
terrible passion, and said these words, that
still ring in my ears: Cyril Durand, if
after what have heard, you dare to meet
this foul creature, Ella Constant, I will
kill you and will kill her. If you have
ceased to love me, so much the worse for
you; but 1 will hold you to your promise
even If 1 stain my hands with the blood Of |
murder" She strobe from him and he fol- |
lowed, and 1 soon lost the sound of their |
voices. thought nothing of the words at |
the time, imagining they were merely the |
ordinary threats of jealous woman. But |
imagining that Durand might still need me
[ returned to his house and waited. waited |
and waited, but he did not return. I took a |
little walk and then went back to the house. |
He was still absent. I did not like him, but |
I was sorry for him. On my way home to |
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,ut il the woman, Mrs. Glaye, committed |
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ne nuruer 10" uiI sue uispose ot she D9uy.