The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1890-09-20

| w. First and chiefsst,
that thi work, and ba work it is, was
| commenced from the inside.
"Imposslbie,"
Wait moment, Mr.. Sears. The
crime was dis aovered shortly after 8
| o'clock, and the police st once notified.
| was just leaving the Twenty second
Street Station when the telephone came
in from the patrol box, aud was the first
to reach the house"
Everything in confusion. The old
man was dead, and the safe riied as you
see now, the four servants III terror. and
the daughter III q fainting condition under
the care of physician"
But why do GU suspect an in mate or
the house? Speak, siri That old man
yonder has bean q f Their to me, and l
must be doing something to bring his
murderers to Justice.
Gently, my dear SIR. That is exactly
what propose to help you do. ! found
all the doors n windows secured, the
electric burglar alarms III perfect work
ing order not the slightest evide zee, in
fact, that an entrance had been forced. "
But John kedZie. the only man in the
house, h been in Unc.e Pauls service
Not bit of it. But you are wron G.
This house had another inmate last night. /"
Who, in heavens nane?"
You heard of the fire at the EXPOSE
ton building"
No. But don't bother with TRIES.
Who was here"
Read that"
The detective took copr of one OF the
morning newspapers from his pocket and
indicated a paragraph III long article
describing the fire o the preceding night.
1t consisted of a brief but graphic ac-
count OF the awful peril of Berenice ST.
Cyr ani her subsequent gallant rescue by
an unknown Young man, whose bravery
was awarded unstinted praise.
He seems to awe driven away in their
carriage, commented Sears, when he had
completed the reading.
Yes He is the murderer"
You Cont mean it,"
L surely do | hal read the account
before news of the murder arrived, and
at once acted upon that theory. The
servant, join lal shown h N to his
room on tie 90 above. | lost no time
in sc ting there.
aud YOU found"
THAT the hi had flown. The room
was without an occupant.
Strange! What do John say?"
I've not had a CHAN TO ques ton him
siuce?"
There lie is now. This way. John"
vi hat Is it, Mr. A mon?" asked the
ser. Mt. as. with a lcoS Of mingled fear
and hor. or, he approached the doorway
from " hich, only II hour before, he had
discovered the body of his murdered
N aster.
VIII W this young mans name?"
querel Iyland. brusquely.
They called him Winters"
His Iirst Nance
L didn't hear that
Describe him,"
i III not much in that line.
Do the best you can.
He is tall, straight, well made, has
black hair, and no leard, except a mus
tache.
Good enough. What else?'
Very bright eyes, and the look of o
gentleman.
L know him cried Sears.
.Indeed!' Q ;acul ated the detective.
Yes. His name is { Gle Winters. He
was employed fer a time by friend of
mine, Mr.. Max Morr s, who discharged
him, something like a month ago. for
stealing from his cash drawer"
Good, Hes our man! No time must
be lost! With his name and description,
| can arrest him before noon"
Watt urged Sears, laying his hand
upon the officers arm.
For what2 Time is valuable; seconds
count in game of this kind
Did Nr. st. Cyr treat this Winters
kindly"
This question of the young man was
addressed to John.
Kindly? | should say so. He Just
dotted on him, while Miss Berenice-"
Never mind her." interrupted Sears,
an angry flush sweeping his dark but
rather handsome face. What did Uncle
Paul do?"
-Treated him like son, and gave
him"
What
The beautiful ring he always wore"
The one presented his dead son
George? Impossible,"
NO. I'm sure of it. l saw it on his
fnger when he told me goodnight in his
ROOM"
Il can't understand it. But what has
he there?'
The speaker pointed to the right hand
Of the dead man, which WAS fast
clinched.
In an ins.ant the detective was bond
ing over the pro 'tra.e form.
It may contain a clue-a lock of the
murderer hair, a but on from his coat,
a fragme nj Of cloth. Waltz
Had we not better leave that for the
coroner" asked Sears. interrupting the
officer, who was trying to force open the
fingers which the rigldity Of death had
fast locked.
No matter, replied Hyland There
are enough of us he.e TO testify to what
we fad, and time is very hing Just Low. ;"
moment moe nd a triple exc anna
ton went up from the trio of Bonded
head.
In the haIf-open palm of poor Paul ST.
Cyr lay curiously wrought ling, richly
set with di monds an rubieg.
Its the very IN :" cried Almou Scar,
touch of triumph In his hard tones. L
could swear 10 1t any place"
And |. eide the servant, SORROW
FULLY
What do you think OF it?" asked the
ronpg man OF the detective. who was
reading an Inscription upon the ling.
TIL it Will send Coe Winters TO the
gailaws!"