Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1891-11-15

Upon this Information Catncart ucter
mined to go directly to Mrs. Parish.
On nearing the house he saw group
of people gathered at the foot OF the
steps OF the dwelling. A policeman
stood at the foot of the steps, and an
other guarded the door at the top.
'"They have brought the body OF the
girl to the house of Mrs Parish, ne
muttered to himself. "She must have
been nearer than a mere employee.
Reaching the foot OF the steps, ne
said to the policeman, "Who is I'D
charge"
Captain Lawton."
He mounted the steps, and though the
guardian of the door stopped him, he
said. ~ am on this business and must
see Captain Lawton."
He stepped through the door and en-
countered the captain in the hall.
"They have brought the body or the
girl here then?" he said.
The captain stared at him and with
out reply pointed to the door leading
into the parlor.
He entered. Accustomed as he was
to such scenes, this one shocked him.
On the floor lay the body of gray
haired woman. As in the other cases
she was weltering in her blood. The
two had been killed in similar manner.
The captain had followed him to the
door, keenly observant OF him. Turn-
ing, he said:
Mrs. Farish?"
The captain nodded In acquiescence.
MADAME Delamour?" he added.
An expression of wonder passed over
the detectives face, and bidding Cath
cart follow him, he led the way up
stairs and into the front room on. the
second floor, closing the door after him.
Now, then" he said, "what do you
mean by that?"
"By what?" asked Catheart in return.
''By calling Mrs. Parish Madame
Delamour."
Because Madame Delamour was Mrs.
Parish"
How do you know that?"
The same way you do"
"But l don't know it."
"One of your men called on the agent
who has charge of the Blocker street
property before l did, and wa told the
two were one, as was. Madame Della
mour, an assumed name to conduct the
business of coStuming under-real name,
Parish; address, this house.
"Ahl / was called here before he could
report. But who are you? What are
you interfering in this case for? What
interest have you in il?
,t,i4b y
as expression Of surprise as he could
achieve. Il have lived for year with
in gunshot Of your headquarters and
you do not know who | amp"
"No, 1 DON'T" replied the captain
sternly.
''Not very hattering to my fame" said
Cathcart, as he exteneded card to the
other. THAT was my business card
little more than year ago"
The captain read the card with an I'M
mistakable start of surprise, while a
slight flush overSpread his face. 4
change took placer his manner at once.
What" he cried. "You are the cell
ebrated CathcarJ?'
The captain might well have felt
abashed However little the average
citizen might know of the fame Of the
insignificant appearing man who had
lust revealed himself, there was not d
police officer, OF the upper grade at
least, who had not heard Of the exploits
of Cathcart, known to criminals as the
Devil of the West, of his deeds of cour-
age in the hunting down aud taking OF
desperadoes in the most desperate parts
of the western country. His reputa-
ton for courage amounting 10 reckless
ness, for shrewdneSs unrivaled In its re-
suits, for ability in unraveling tangled
knots, and for persstency, when or the
trail, equaled only by that OF a sleuth-
hound, was known wherever policeman
talked.
81 knew you had gone ont of bust
ness" said the captain in a deferential
manner, "but not that you had come TO
New York"
"Yes," replied Cathcart, 'I've made
nv pile, and as I've passed sixty want
ed to retire. They would not let me
alone out there, so | came back to
where l was born and where my rela-
tives are"
"l see. Are you on this business?"
mo! Perhaps! That is, l am not
employed. 1t is a nice case. If l
touch it, it is for the fancy of the
thing"
"What do you know about it?"
"Only what | have told you" f..
"Tbe two murders are connected?"
''No doubt of it; killed the same way.
When was this done?'
Last night, some time between
eight and eleven. The servant was
permitted to go out at eight and return
ed at eleven, through the basement
door, the key Of which she carried. No
lights were in the house, except in the
hall, as was usual when she went TO
bed after the family. Surprising Mrs.
Parish and her daughter, the only in
mates of the house, had retired, she
turned out the light and went to her
room. This morning, descending the
stairs at the usual hour, she made the
discovery OF the murder and gave the
alarm"
"Where Is the daughter?"
"She went away yesterday forenoon
--Wu6Te Iue SlIl OOoS HO1 hHO"' DUG
has not returned yet"
1.-THE young woman killed in Blocker
street."
1.-The DEVIL Yes. It must be-"
LET us find that out first. Whose
room is this?"
MRS. Farish's."
"Then we'll look here first"
Cathcart's eyes swept the room, TAX
ing in everything with one comprehen-
sive glance. Between the windows was
an old-fashioned bureau, and on either
side of the glass were two lodges in the
frame about midway OF the glass. On
each a photogrsph-one OF an elderly
woman the other Of younger one.