Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-11-09

muttered to himself. "She must nave been nearer than a mere employee" Reaching the foot of the steps, he said to the policeman, "Who is in chargeS" Captain Lawton."
 He mounted the steps, and though the guardian of the door stopped him, he said, "I 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 of 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 case, 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. Turning. he said:
 "Mrs. FarishT"
 The captain nodded in acquiescence.
 Madame Delamour2" 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 Cathcart 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 don't know it."
 "One of your men called on the agent who has charge of the Bleecker street property before I did, and was 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."
 "AhI was called here before he could report But who are you? What are you interfering in this case for? What interest have you in it?"
 ''WhatW said Cathcart, with as near an expression of surprise as he could achieve. "I have lived for year with in gunshot of your headquarters and you do not know who am?"
 "No, I don't" replied the captain sternly
 "Not very flattering to my fame" said Cathcart, as he extended card to the other. "That was my business card lit tie more than 8 year ago."
 The captain read the card with an un- mistakable start of surprise, while a slight flush overspread his face. A change took place in his manner at once.
 "Whatr' he cried. "You are the cele- brated Cathcart?"
 The captain might we'll have felt abashed. However little the average citizen might know of the fame of the insignificant appearing man who had just revealed himself, there was not 8 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 and taking of desperadoes in the most desperate parts of the western country, His reputation for courage amounting to recklessness, for shrewdness unrivaled in its results, for ability in unraveling tangled knots, and for persistency, when on the trail, equaled only by that of 8 sleuthhound, was known wherever policemen talked.
 "I knew you had gone out of busi- ness," said the captain in a deferential manner, ''but not that you had come to New York"
 "Yes," replied Cathcart, i've made my pile, and as I've passed sixty want ed to retire. They would not let me alone out there, so came back to where 1 was born and where my relatives are. ''
 q see. Are you on this business?''
 "Nol Perhaps! That is, I am not employed. It is nice case. If I touch it, it is for the fancy of the thing"
 "What do you know about it?"
 "Only what have told you"
 'The two murders are connected?"
 ''No doubt of it; killed the same way When was this done?"
 "Last night, some time between eigh and eleven. The servant was permitted to go out at eight and returned at eleven through the basement door, the key O which she carried. No lights were il the house, except in the hall, as wa usual when she went to bed after th' family. Supposing Mrs. Parish and he daughter, the only inmates of the house had retired, she turned out the light an( went to her room. This morning, Qe scending the stairs at the usual hour, sh made the discovery of the murder ant gave the alarm"
 "Where is the daughter"
 ''She went away yesterday forenoon where the girl does not know. She ha not returned yet"
 "The young woman killed in Bleecke street."
 "The devill Yes. It must be-" "Let us find that out first. Who's room is this?"
 'Mrs. Farish's." . "Then we'll look here first" z Cathcart's eyes swept the room, tai f ing in everything with one compreher f Bive glance. Between the windows wa - an old fashioned bureau, and on eithe I side of the glass were two lodges in th Q frame about midway of the glass. o ! each a photograph-one of an elderl = woman, the other of a younger on