The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1891-12-05


nor that on reaching Wall street this in
dividual followed close after him ant
had business in precisely the same direc
ton. Re was too much preoccupied IL
the events through which he had Just
passed to give heed to matters about him
As 1t was, the slight. understood in
divldual followed him directly to the
door of the building in which were Mr.
Nettlelnan's Offices, even ascending the
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 you? Do you know that
murder was committed last night in
the very house where we metz"
YES" replied Dorison, sitting down
beside the desk. II 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"
MOT that, but | was the one who
forced my way through the rear, found
the body and unfastened the door fer
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-
ton given them" said Dorison. "lt 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 registered when
returned to town yesterday morning."
The old gentleman recollected well,
and Dorison hastily recounted his fears
that the police would discover tho
assumed name through Mr.. Nettle1nan if
not warned in time. and giving his
reasons for desiring to preserve his
lncognito. he begged the old gentleman
to assist him in preserving it.
At this point they were interrupted by
a caller Handing the morning paper to
Dorison the old gentleman sat himself
down with the stranger in remote cor
ner Of the room, where he held u whis-
pered conversation.
After the stranger departed Mr.. Nettle-
man returned to Dorison, his fine old
face wreathed in smiles
mot u moment too soon. That was
an agent Of the police come to inquire
about You. just as you had anticipated.
On. ! was discreet Do not be alarmed.
vouched for you. assured him your
name was Dudley, that you had arrived
IN New York yesterday morning after an
eight years absence, and told him the
one ne was inquiring about was you sit
ting there threw the mantle of my
friendship and protection about you."
Well pleased that he had moved so
promptly. and congratulating himself
over his narrow escape. Dorison attempt
ri to lead their conversation back to the
subject Of the evening previous, but
there was another interruption.
A short, stout. elderly man entered.
whom Dorison ut once recognized as the
Old man who had pushed his way into
The room Of the murder. with both hands
N his vest pockets. the night previous,
and who had done not little toward
directing suspicion toward himself.
AS he entered Mr.. Nettleman cried
'ut Jocularly: Hello, Simon the Gel.
arer! Come here and Sit"
The old man crossed tho room with a
'ontorted face. which required the aid
IT imagination to recognize smile.
AS he sat down Mr.. Nettlenan in
high spirits said. turning to Dorison:
MY young sir. want you to know
his man. He is my cousin, who was
brought up with me- Simon Cathcart.
call him Simon the Cellarer Did Won
yer hear of Vidocq? There he is Only
greater ore. He's ferret-a ferret,
ir."
The old gentleman leaned back in his
hair greatly amused over his own wit
nd the perp!exed face of Dorison
All the time the sharp little eyes of the
ewcolner were keenly scrutiniziug Dori- |
On
My cousin" he said slowly. lis a
cry funny man He thinks it very fun
y that l. who have spent my life as IL
effective III the west, having accumu-
sted enough money to make me indie
'ndent at least. should. having nothing
n tie world to do, follow from interest
OCCASIONALLY my old business. Well,
Ont object. ! get even with him, for
e has to look after my Investments for
ne privilege Of being funny at my ex-
ense. 1t was you" he continued, break
* OIL suddenly into new subject.
who brought me here this morning."
Il, cried Dorison in surprise.
Yes. When You We're giving en- ac-