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

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| The detective in charge of the case has
just learned that your father gave him E
ring last n ght."
AS memento of his deep regard
true"
Then you, too. admit it,"
why should / not?"
1T was found in Paul st. Cyr's death
grip t. n minutes ago."
"Impossib e."
The fair girl was trembling now, fol
she read truth In the others triumphant
CLEAN ng eyes.
In the struggle for his life he tore ii
/ from the hand of his assailant and re-
tanned it, providentially, that the great
crime might not go unpublished.
Once more our heroine was upon hel
feet. Trembling and irresolute no long
er, faith shone in her bright lumin Gus
eyes, and love inspired her with conf
dence.
MIR. Winters is innocent" she said,
calmly. Il believe. / know it, He is
the victim of cruel circum stances, or,
worse still, horrid plot. What possible
inducement could he have had?"
"Inducement? The bonds to the value
of $500, 900 in the safe in the library were
worth working for.
For an instant Berenice hesitated, her
brows contracted somewhat, and shrewd
expression fitted across her face.
How could he have known that father
had been SO foolish as to place them
tbere?"
Doubtless he learned it in the CONVEX
sation last night"
by the way, Almon, one question,
please"
"Well?"
How came Won to know this7"
1-you--
The young man paused In his stammer-
ing reply, and, despite an evident effort
at self control, his face blanched.
You need not answer, sir. I know
now myself.
How"
while we were talking in the library
last night | was twice startled by a retec-
ton in the mirror over the fire place
then ascribed it to the wind swaying the
shrubbery without. l now know that it
was your face. You were listening at the
window"
-Berenice! protest -"
You are my fathers murder! Begone!"
Almon Sears staggered as if struck q
sudden, singing blow.
Don't deny it," the girl went on
spirtedly. 1T would but increase my
loathing!"
L can show where I obtained my in
formation, if need be-, said he, some
thing of his assurance returning.
Perhaps SO, but l do not require it.
Begone!"
There was something quite dramatic in
the pose and look of the orphan girl as
she raised her finely formed arm and
pointed toward the door.
Without word the scoundrel, van
ha1 nv Of rrtr Il IN ar
teens. quilted the apartment.
"Confusion!" he muttered. as be de-
scended the stairs. But still I'm in no
danger. She has only vague suspicion,
still l must move quietly"
In the drawingroom he found the de-
tective, who was walking up and down
evidently awaiting his arrival.
"Well?" queried Hyland, laconically.
She agrees as to the ring, and SAYS
that there were bonds Of great value in
the safe"
Il suspected that" commented the Of
ficer. And Winters?'
"She knows nothing of him. He res
cued her from position of some embar-
with her ia her as to secure the gift of the
ring and an invitation to spend the night
here"
Good. You had better remain in
charge, while l set in motion the police
machinery which will soon start Mr.. Win
tiers on his journey toward the black
cap"
Then Hyland shook hands with his
companion and hurried from the crime
haunted mansion.
He lost no time in hailing a cab, and
was soon at police he ldquarters in the
mass We City Hall.
There he made his report and an hour
later description of our hero, accompi-
MED by an order to search for him and
arrest him on sight, was in the hands of
half the police officers of Chicago, while
numerous detectives were specially de-
tailed to work upon the case.
As for Hyland, he had never before
been so busy. He felt that the case in
hand was to win him high place in his
profession, and the hours fairly flew by.
He had learned much of Cole Winters,
his habits and life since his arrival in the
city, but not the slightest clew as to his
movements since mis- departure from the
st. Cyr mansion, some time during the
preceding night.
As the light of the autumnal day was
beginning to fail, he turned into one of
the most disreputable portions of South
Clark street.
While thinking intently of the import
ant case and his lack of success he came
suddenly ftce to face with man.
L arrest you, Co'e Winters!" cried he,
Selling the latter by the arm with one
hand, and drawing revolver with the
other.
1t was indeed our hero, but so changed
that to have recognized him reflected
great credit on the officers sagacity.
His clothing was disordered and soiled,
his hair uncombed, his walk unsteady,
while curious glitteriny look was in his
eyes.
Drunk, are your" queried the detec-
live. as he returned the weapon to his
pocket and produced pair of hand
cuffs
No. I'm not drunk! Who are your"
An officer of the law. You are my
prisoner"
What have done?'
Only tritle. Last night You robbed
a safe in Calumet avenue, after murder
ing its owner, Paul st. Cyr."
"Merciful heaven!'
That's an old dodge; it never amount
ed to much, aud was outlawed long ago. )"
But | protest."
1T won't avail Hold up your hand!'
Hyland released his grip on his prison.
er to adjust the circles of polished steel.
Cole Winters saw his opportunity and
took It. With bound he left the Off
GERS side and before the latter could I'M
derstand what had b ppened. had disap-
peared from view down a dark and narrow
alley.
Soon he heard sounds of pursuit, and a
moment later bullet whistled above his
head.
Vaultins lightly over a high bo,rd
feLce, he crossed wide lot. climbed a
brick wall, and satisfied that he was not
observed ran into the rear door of q
tumbled down three story structure.
His brain was in a whirl. but he real
lied that if he escaped at all it must be
BY hiding in the building not by trying
to leave it at that time.
This decision reached, he advanced
down the deserted hall
Soon he saw the outlines of o door.
which he opened and entered a long
room, once evidently used as a salesroom
of some kind but now vacant except for
niles Of ru bbi. h