Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1891-11-26

IN New YORK yesterday morning after an
eight years absence, and | told him the
one he was inquiling 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 congratuating himself
over his narrow escape, Dorison attempt
ed to lead their conversation back to the
subject of the evening previous. but
there was another interruption
A short. stout, elderly man entered,
whom Dorlson at once recognized rs the
old man who had pushed his way into
the room Of the murder, with both hands
In his vest pockets, the night previous,
and who had done not n little toward
directing suspicion toward himself.
AS he entered MIR, Nettleman cried
out jocularly: Hello, Simon the Gel
larerl Come here and sit"
The old man crossed the room with a
rontorted face, which required the aid
Of Imagination to recognize smile.
As he sat down Mr. Nettleman in
high spirits said turning to Dorison:
My young sir. | want you to know
this man. He is my cousin, who was
brought up with me. Simon Cathcart.
call him Simon the Celarer Did you
ever hear of Vidocq? There he is. Only
sir
The old gentleman leaned back in his
chair greatly amused over his own wit
and the perplexed face of Dorison
All the time the sharp little eyes of the
newcomer We're keenly scrutinizing Dori-
son.
My cousin" be said slowly, sis a
very funny man He thinks it very fun
ny that |. who have spent my life as
detective III the west, having accumu-
lated enough money to make me indie
pendent at least, should having nothing
IL the world to do, follow from interest
occasionally my old business Well,
don't object | get even with him, for
he has to look after my investments for
the privilege Of being funny at my ex-
pense. 1t was YOU he continued, break
ing off suddenly into new subject,
'who brought me here this morning."
a. cried Dorison in surprise.
Yes. When you We're giving an ac-
count Of yourself last night, Cousin Net
tleman was mentioned as having talked
with you, and came down to see what
he knew about you
You don't suppose me to be connected
with the murder, do you?" asked Dori-
son, amused by the directness Of the old
man
No | know you are not Dut,
young man, you are not a good actor.
Any one could see you were concealing
something. The man who examined you
saw it at once. You are an object Of
suspicion Iou are Swallowed now"
Me! Swallowed? How do you know"
Il do know it, and that is enough"
said the old man positively,
"Ah" cried Mr. Nettleman enthusi-
astically this is the very man to help
us Simon, do you recollect the day
we went down to Coney island last sum-
mer, when told you at dinner tat
strange thing about my old friend Dorl-
SOM"
Perfectly we'll"
And how he was found dead with a
letter written before him.
Eyes, charging his only son with GER
tain crimes"
The same, And you recollect | said
believed the son to be Innocent"
Eyes. You said that the letter was to
be accounted for on one Of two grounds
Either Mr.. Dorison was insane, or that
if he had been permitted to finish his
letter it would have been found he did
not charge his son with those things"
"Precisely.'
"And told you that If you had stated
correctly the words of that letter, the
second ground fell and you'd have to
stand on the first. And | further said
that it would be pretty case to work
up"
Precisely Well, this young man is
the son."
There was no expression on the old
mans face as he turned it upon Dorison,
but his eyes showed a greater interest.
you gave the name Of Dudley, last
night" he said.
eyes" replied Dorison. THAT is
what | was concealing. After nv
trouble, and when fed the city, |
changed my name"
81 see"
"Now," said Mr. Nettleman, brisklv
and quite excitedly, Il recognized him
last night by trick he has Of handling
his cigar precisely as his father did, be-
sides his strong resemblance, so | sought
him IN conversation. More than that, |
have promised to aid him in trying to
get at the bottom Of this mystery.
Simon, will you assist"
Eyes. It's u pretty case, and it will
please me to unravel it if | can"
Much agitated, and not little moved
by the enthusiasm shown, as we'll as tho
conviction evinced by Mr.. Nettleman
that he was innocent he failed to notice
the manner in which Cathcart had taken
the case to himself and quietly assumed
that he only could unraycl il. He got
up from his chair to walk about to quiet
himself. AS he did so he thrust his
hand in his pocket and felt the portrait
and ring
He returned quickly.
lyon say" he said earnestly to Mr..
I'1thrart \