Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1891-12-27

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The old man ,edped to his feet and thrus
his hands into his UeSt pockets.
s.He tells you in that unfinished let
/ ter. You ask me how l know no de-
mand will ever be made upon you.
will tell. and In so doing will piece out
the tale you told me. First, there is nc
one to make the demand. They are
dead. The woman Mr.. Dorrison
married, only to find she could
not be his wife, was Mrs. En-
ma Parish, living at number - East
! Sixteenth street; the two children OF
which Mr.. Dorison was the father were
a boy and girl. The girls name was
Anne: the boys name believe to have
| been Harold-of that | am not quite
! certain"
"How long have you known this?"
and Mr.. Eustace in open establishment.
"Since you told me your tale"
al cannot comprehend"
POSSIBLY not. l have been studying,
searching. delving, dreaming and work
/ ing on this case for two months, and L
! have only Just comprehended it"
"Then these bonds which Dorison In
tended for this woman, should, If her
identity be established, go to her?"
That is impossible"
"Why, indeed?"
"She is dead; so is her daughter"
"Oh."
"Have you forgotten the Parish muir
der?"
"Great heavens! Are those the peo-
ple-were they the victims OF that hor-
ribe butcAery?"
1.-THE same. Now see how marvel
ously the affairs OF this life are adjust
ed. am employed by the younger
Dorison to endeavor to explain the rid
| die OF that letter, which has covered
| him with disgrace. These murders are
/ committed, and 1 am solicited by the
police authorities to hunt the murderer
or murderers down. have two cases
! on my hands as widely separated, you
would say, as they could well be. take
my first step. In the room where the
daughter is killed portrait of Mr.
Dorson and his seal ring are found,
and in one OF the hands Of the
murdered girl a scrap of paper torn
from letter; another on the floor. They
are both in the handwriting OF the elder
Dorison. Ny first determination Is
what? Why, l have not two cases on
| hand, but one-to reveal the mystery OF
one is to reveal the mystery of the 9TH
er. How shall you account for these
| things? A man in a western city sets
me to work in New York in case con-
corning him alone, and coming here
with some reputation the police employ
RE on the murder, and 10! they are in
effect the same case"
The ways of Providence are past
finding out" said Mr.. Eustace solemnly,
aghast at the information forced upon
him. "But where is the SOM" he
asked, suddenly and eagerly.
az don't know" replied Cathcart.
'He disappeared from his home when
about Is, and, should say, mysterious
w."
"Oh" said Mr.. Eustace, cast into pro-
found thought by the answer.
81 am quite certain" said Cathcart,
that those murders had their ORR
gin in an endeavor- Phew-"
The old man leaped to his feet with a
long, low whistle. and thrusting his
hands in his vest pockets, began tread
ing the floor, saying to himself: Let
me think. Let me think! Ho, no! let
me think, Ho, no. let me Think
Mr.. Eustace, startled by the abrupt
ness Of Cathcart, began to ask him
questions, but the old detective waved
him to silence with an imperious ges-
ture. Thus he continued to tramp for
fully ten minutes. Then he resumed
his seat.
Now listen" he said bending for
ward earnestly. Enquiry has deter
mined that the murders were not COM
mitted for the sake Of robbery, that is
for the sake OF obtaining jewels and
money, but in order to obtain possession
of certain documents. 1t is clear, ap-
parently, that among those desired doCu-
ments were letters from Dorison, since
we have fragments torn from them in a
struggle which preceded the murder Of
the daughter. But this murder OF the
daughter, from whom those letters were
wreSted, did not yield what was wanted,
and so the mother was killed and some
thing torn from her breast, where she
had concealed it. What was desired ?
The order for the bonds OF one hundred
and fifty thousand in your hands, the
existence of which the murderer had
knowledge Of, and of the way to obtain
them? And as Dorison talks of defal-
cations and forgeries committed by a
son, were evidences Of those forgeries,
existence Of which were menace 10
the wrong doer, in possession of the
won an? Were these the things wanted?'
"And was the son who so mysteriously
disappeared, aud who was charged with
these crimes, the murderer" shouted
Mr. Eustace, excit ed and losing hi:
habitual control.
"Eh, eh, ell, Ell" cried Cathcart with
eager EXPLANATIONS, as if he were urg
ing on the chase after an idea.
at must be So" cried Mr.. Eustace.
1T must be So"
softly, sottly," said the old detec-
tive, putting a curb upon himself
There are other things. There was q
gloye-by heaven he almost shouted
as he again leaped TO his feet with hi:
hands in his vest pockets, repeating his
tramplng up and down. "Oh, my
heAvensi this will never do. Could he
have known Of these bonds and wanted