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

NOT warned in time, and giving his rea'
sons for desiring to preserve his lncog'
nito, he begged the old gentleman 10 as
sist him In preserving it.
At this point they werefnterrupteo oy
| a caller. Handing the morning paper "a
Dorison the old gentleman sat himseil
down with the stranger in a remote cor
ner OF the room, where he held WINS
pered conversation.
After the stranger departed Mr.. Net.
tleman returned to Dorison, his hhe OLD
face wreathed in smiles.
Not moment too soon. That was
an agent of the police come to inquire
about you, just as you had anticipate1'
Oh. was discreet Do not be alarmed.
vouched for you. I assured him your
! name was Dudley, that you bad arrived
in New York yesterday morning after an
EIGHT years absence, and l told him the
one be was inquiring about was you STU
ting there. L threw the mantle over my
friendship and protection about you:
Well pleased that he had moved Sc
promptly, and congratulating himself
over his narrow escape, Dorison at
TEMPTED 10 lead their conversation 0acR
TO the subject of the evening previous,
but there was another interruption.
A short, stout, elderly man entered,
whom DOriSOn at once recognized Is the
old man who had pushed his way Into
the room Of the murder, with ootn hanos
in his vest pockets, the night previous,
and who had done not little toward
directing suspicion toward himself.
As be entered Mr.. Nettlemam cried
out iocularly: HELLO, Simon, the Gel
larer. Come here and sit"
The old man crossed the room with a
cOntorted face, which required the ala
of Imagination to recognize q smile.
MY young sir, want you to know
this man. lie is my cousin, who was
brought up with me. Simon Catheart.
/ call him Simon the Cellarer. Did you
ever hear of VidocQ? There he if. Only
q greater one. He's a ferret-a ferret,
sir"
The old gentleman leaned back IN his
chair greatly amused over his own VIII
and the perplexed face OF DoriSon.
All the time the sharp little eyes oil
the newcomer were keenly scrutinizinG
Dorison.
MY cousin" he said slowly, sis a
very funny man. He thinks it very
funny that l, who have spent my life as
a detective in the west, having accumu-
lated enough money 10 make me indie
pendent at least, should, having nothing
In the world TO do, follow from interest
occasionally my old business. Well, l
don't object. get even with him, for
he has 10 look after my investments for
the privilege Of being funny az my eX-
Dense. 10 was YOU" he continued,
breaking off suddenly into new sub
iect, "whO brought me here this morn
ing"
Up" cried Dorison in surprise.
Eyes. When you were giving an &C
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 connect
ed with the murder, DO you? asked
Dorison, amused by the directness Of
the old man.
"No. l know you are not. But, young
man, you are not good actor. Any
one could see you were concealing some
thing. The man who examined you saw
il az once. You are an object OF suS-
picion. You are Swallowed now"
'sMe? Swallowed? How do you know?"
~ Go know it, and that is enough, "
said the old man positively.
"Ahn' cried Mr.. Nettlsman enthusi-
astiCally, this is the very man TO help
US. Simon, do you reco!lect the day we
went down TO Coney island last summer,
when I told you at dinner that strange
thing about my old friend DorisOn?"
Perfectly well"
"Aud how ne was found dead with
letter written before him?'
Eyes, charging his only son with GER
tain crimes"
The same. And you recollect I said
l believed the son TO be innOcent?"
Eyes. You said that the letter was to
be accounted for on one or two grounds.
Either Mr.. DOriSon was insane, or that
II he had been permitted to finish his
letter 10 would have been found he did
not charge his son with those things.
"PreciSely.'
"And / told you that II you had stated
correctly the words of that letter, the
second ground fell and you'd have 10
stand on the first. And further said
that il 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 ne turned il upon DOrison,
but his eyes showed q greater interest.
you gave the name OF Dudley, last
night, he said.
Eyes" replied Dorison. THAT is
what was concealing. After my
trouble, and when fled the city, l
changed my name"
- see"
Now" said Mr.. Nettleman, briSkly
and quite excitedly, Il recognized him
last night by a 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 70 aid him in trying TO
get az the bottom of this mystery.
Simon, will you aSsiSt?'
Eyes. It's 4 pretty case, and it will
please me 10 Uuravel it if l can"
Much agitated, and not little moved
by the enthusiasm shown, as well as the
conviction evinced by Mr.. Netteman
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 unravel It. He got
I'D from his chair 70 walk about 10 quiet
himself. As ne did so he thrust his
haRd in his pocket and felt the portrait
and ring.
He returned quickly.
''You say" Ire said earnestly to Mr..
Cathcart, that you saw was trying to
conceal something last night was.
Something had occurred between the