Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-11-23

written, and Cathcart did not scruple to
read it. Nor a letter addressed to the
physician.
Unable to contain himself longer, Dor
ison protested, intimating that it was
highly improper to read the private pa
pers Of gentleman who had trusted
them to the extent of turning them into
his own private room.
To this Cathcart made no answer, but
asked coolly:
Didn't that woman say that Langdon
had some hold on DIR. Fassett?'
"Yes."
"And young Eustace suspected some
thing of the kind from the way in which
Langdon treated Fassett?'
eyes"
'Well, they are both right" should
judge, from these things. This letter."
taking up one, sis signed Harry and
intimates that they must have some
more business from the doctor or the
fur will fly. This one," taking up the
one partially completed, "tells Harry
that there will be no more business;
that he has been his servant as long as
he ever will be, and that the end is
reached, since he is now in position to
do for Harry what Harry threatened to
do for the writer. 1t seems to be dec
laration of independence"
He closed the book, leaving it precise
ly as he found it. On the mantelpiece
he found a case of instruments and be-
came much interested in it, taking out
each one and examining it closely, put
ting them back one by one.
Every visible object in the room
seemed to go under his touch, but when
he went to the roller top desk, and tax
ing wire from his pocket deliberately
picked the lock and softly moved up the
top, Dorison could stand it no longer.
"If you do not end this thing" he
cried, 81 certainly shall ask the doctor to
come here"
''Be quiet" said Cathcart contemptu-
ously. Everything is grist that comes
to my mill"
His search was not rewarded, and he
closed the desk.
The safe now claimed his attention.
The key had been left carelessly in the
| inner door; calmly turning it he threw
| it open and as calmly and coolly inspect
ed its contents. Perceiving in one of
| its pigeonholes a bundle, he took it out
| and ran over the ends of it. This seemed
| to be interesting for him, for he closed
the door, turned the key and walked to
one of the windows. Taking off the
classics which bound it he shuff1ed the
various papers in his fingers, and put
ting the rubber bands on again went
back to the safe as if he intended to re.
store them; then, turning quickly on his
heel, went to the door and called the
Il l. -, L.
| hall.
To Dorison he now turned and said:
81 have found something which will
throw some light on Harold Parish ant
the relations existing between him anG
Fassett."
Dorison was about to protest, but HI
| observed that the old mans eyes wert
flashing fire.
To the officer who entered he said:
81 want you to sit down here and keel
your mouth shut"
He put the package of papers in th'
inner pocket of his coat, and going t.
the center table leaned against it, thrust
ing his hands in his vest pockets anC
dropping his chin on his breast.
There was something SO extraordinar,
in his manner that both men watched
him silently.
Perhaps ten minutes elapsed, whel
the attendant opened the door and saiC
that the doctor would see them.
Dorison rose to obey the summons
but Cathcart waved him back with al
imperious gesture.
''Tell the DOCTOR" he said, ''to com
here-it is important"
The attendant disappeared, and Dor
son looked to the old detective for al
explanation.
None was forthcoming.
In moment more DR.. Fassett hurrie
in, with frown of impotence and an
noyance clouding his brow.
"Close the door," said Cathcart to tn
, officer.
Then stepping quickly to the physi
clan and laying his hand on his shoulde
: he said:
"Dr. Fassett, arrest you for the mu1
} ders of Emma Parish and Anne Fa1
ish."