Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-11-07


 the privilege of being funny at my ex- pense. It was yon," he continued, break ing of suddenly into a new subject, "who brought me here this morning."
 "I," cried Dorison in surprise. l "Yes. 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 connected with the murder, do you2" asked Dori- son, amused by the directness of the old man.
 "No. l know you are not. But, 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. You are shadowed now"
 "Me2 Shadowed? How do you know2" T do know it, and that is enough" said the old man positively. "Ahi" cried MT. 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 l told you at dinner that strange thing about my old friend Dori- son?"
 ! Perfectly we'll" ] "And how he was found dead with a letter written before him?" "Yes, charging his only son with cer- tain crimes"
 "The same. And you recollect l said believed the son to be innocent?" l "Yes. You said that the letter was to be accounted for on one of two grounds. ] Either MT. 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"
 l "And l 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 I further said that it would be pretty case to work up."
 Precisely We'll. 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 greater interest l "You gave the name of Dudley, last night9' he said.
 "Yes," replied Dorison "That is what was concealing. After my trouble, and when I fled the city, I changed my name"
 "I see."
 "Now," said Mr. Nettleman, briskly and quite excitedly, "I 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, l have promised to aid him in trying to get at the bottom of this mystery Simon, will you assist"
 "Yes. It's a pretty case, and it will please me to unravel it if I can."
 Much agitated, and not a little moved by the enthusiasm shown, as we'll as the conviction evinced by MT. 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 unravel it. 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.
 "You say," he said earnestly to MT. Cathcart, "that you saw was trying to conceal something last night-I was. Something had occurred between the time of my entering and my admittance of the police which did not speak of which was concealing."
 "Ahl" said the ex-detective, interested at once.
 Dorison took the portrait from his pocket and handed it to MT. Nettleman, saying:
 "Do you know that picture?"
 Do know it2 Why, of course do. It is a picture of your father taken near ly thirty years ago. And 8 very good pie ture it is. Do know it2 Yes, indeed, and can tell you who took it. Freder- icks did. was with your father when it was taken. He had two, one of which he gave to me. Where did you get this one?"
 Without replying, Dorison took from his pocket the seal ring.
 "Do you recognize this9"
 Much astonished, Nettleman took the ring in his hand and examined it closely. "I gave that ring to your father" he said, ''the day before he was married. He gave half dozen of his young friends dinner that day, and we each made him a little present.. This was mine."
 He handed it back. The ex-detective was an interested observer. Dorison now asked MT. Nettleman whether he had any letters or documents in his fathers handwriting. "I ought to have plenty of his letters Let me see. did all his insurance fol years. gave up that business in eight cen hundred and sixty-one. Let me look at my eighteen hundred and sixty box You are younger than 1 am, take that stepladder and hand me from that upper shelf the box with '1s60' on it."
 Dorison did as he was requested an6 brought the box to the old man, who l opening it, ran over its contents and finally picked out letter or two. l Dorison handed him the two frag ments of paper, saying: "Please compare the handwriting or those two fragments of paper with my