Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-11-07
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 A little more intelligence perhaps was to be gained Some one named Harold had evidently been doing wrong and had caused some one to pay out money to repair the consequences of the wrong doing. The more he studied the two scraps of paper the more he became con- vinced that the writing was that of his father.
 Having exhausted speculation, he saw saw it was after eight o'clock, and think ing it would be fully nine before he could reach MT. Nettleman's office, he determined to set out at once. He did not notice that as he set foot upon the pavement slight, undersized man followed him out of the hotel, nor that he entered the same stage he did, nor that on reaching Wall street this in- dividual followed close after him and had business in precisely the same direc- ton. He was too much preoccupied in the events through which he had just passed to give heed to matters about him.
 As it was, the slight, undersized in dividual followed him directly to the door of the building in which were MT. | Nettleman's offices, even ascending the 1 stairs to the second floor. where they were situated.
 The old gentleman was at his desk, in- tently reading the morning paper. AS Dorison entered he looked up, and cried out with animation:
 "Ah, is that you2 Do you know that a murder was committed last night in the very house where we metz"
 "Yes," replied Dorison, sitting down beside the desk. ''I was still there when it was discovered. Indeed, may claim the honor, if honor it be, of discover ing it.
 "Oh," said the old gentleman, highly interested. Were you the one who first saw the drop of blood?"
 Not that, but l was the one who forced my way through the rear, found the body and unfastened the door for the police"
 But the papers say it was man named Dudley-James Dudley. That is as near as the papers get to it.
 'The papers are right on the informa- tion given them," said Dorison. 'It is about that very name have hurried so early to see you this morning. You will recollect told you that when left the city eight years ago did so under an assumed name. That was the name used, and under it l registered when returned to town yesterday morning."
 The old. gentleman recollected well, and Dorison hastily recounted his fears that the police would discover the assumed name through MT. Nettleman if not warned in time, and giving his reasons for desiring to preserve his incognito, he begged the old gentleman to assist him in preserving it.
 At this point they were interrupted by a caller. Handing the morning paper tc Dorison the old gentleman sat himself down with the stranger in a remote cor ner of the room. where he held whis- pered conversation.
 After the stranger departed MT. Kettle man returned to Dorison. his fine old face wreathed in smiles.
 Not moment too soon. That was an agent of the police come to inquire about you. just as you had anticipated. Oh, was discreetl Do not be alarmed 1 vouched for you. 1 assured him you1 name was Dudley, that you had arrived in New York yesterday morning after ar eight years absence, and told him the one he was inquiring about was you sit ting there. threw the mantle of my friendship and protection about you"
 We'll pleased that he had moved SC promptly and congratulating himself over his narrow escape, Dorison attempt ed to lead their conversation back to tho subject of the evening previous, but there was another interruption. A short, stout, elderly man entered whom Dorison at once recognized as-tht old man who had pushed his way int the room of the murder, with both hands in his vest pockets, the night previous and who had done not little toward directing suspicion toward himself. As he entered MT. Nettleman criet , out jocularly: Hello, Simon the Gel I lareri Come here and sit." , The old man crossed the room with ? contorted face, which required the ait
 of imagination to recognize smile. 8 AS he sat down MT. Nettleman il
 high spirits said, turning to Dorison: g My young sir, l want you to knov t this man. He is my cousin, who wa n brought up with me. Simon Cathcart
 l call him Simon the Ce1larer. Did yo1 s ever hear of Vidocq? There he is. Onl, a a greater one. He's a ferret-a ferret f sir"
 The old gentleman leaned back in hi l chair greatly amused over his own wi
 and the perplexed face of Dorison. r All the time the sharp little eyes of tn d newcomer were keenly scrutinizing Dori s son.
 2 My cousin," he said slowly, Sis
 very funny man. He thinks it very fur g ny that l, who have spent my life as @ detective in the west, having accumu
 lated enough money to make me inde D pendent at least, should. having nothin