Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-01-03

The physician, apparently crushed
and Inundated, turned look OF horror
upon the merciiess old man.
Dorison filed with pity. for the poor
wretch, failing to realize that the MUIR
derer of his half sister lay bound before
him, though Cathcart brutal in his tri-
umph over the prisoner, but the old man
had purpose in the course he was pnr-
suing.
bah! II you were as skillful muir
cerer as you are "a surgeon you would
not have made tracking so easy. Your
very skill as surgeon undid you. and 1t
was only q question as TO when we
would get around you. Murder is fine
art a man said yesterday. When man
undertakes to do two in one night he
wants TO be master OF the art.
The man on the floor made gallant
effort to retrieve himself. Hewas not a
coward. He had been overwhelmed by
the unexpected blow. But now that
vigorous brain came into action, he re-
covered self possession and was cool and
master of himself.
"You are very KEEN" he said with a
sheer. do you know that thousand
such cases Of instruments may be found
in the city, and that surgeons usually
carry their lancets in their pockets. II
you will permit one eff these gentlemen
to feel in the right hand vest pocket You
will find another lancet exactly similar
to the one you have In your hand"
The total change in the manner OF the
physician startled Dorison, and his
words made him believe Cathcart had
made blunder in arresting the doctor
on so slight ground.
''Ill take your word for il, said Cath.
cart calmly. And you take my word
that I'll find the case to which it be-
longs in your consulting room"
The expression passing over the doc
tors face assured Cathcart that his haz-
ard had been winning one.
Dorson experienced q Revision, and
was deceived, supposlng that, unob-
served by him, the old man had made
the discovery the previous evening when
the doctor was examining his arm.
| Eyes, you carried tue lancet in your
vest pocket the night you went to
Blocker street to kill that poor girl"
! continued Cathcart, sand you put it
! back in your vest pocket when you bur-
! ried to East Sixteenth street TO Kill the
, poor mother in the same manner. There,
4 however, you left 1t on the floor behind
YOU"
There was rap at the door. Cathcart
SpranS to it hastily. 1t was the attend
ant desiring 10 tell the doctor that those
in waiting were becoming impatient.
"Dsmi>s them all, and say that the
doctor will be unable to see any more
to-day" and he closed the DOOR
There is no escape for you, DR.. Fas-
sett The whole of the story is plain. l
will tell it, not because it will be new to
you, but because il will show that there
is no use for you to struggle against your
fate.
lyon committed crime in your
yoEnger days. Harry Langdon. alias
Harold Parish, was cognizr mt Of 1t, and
held you so firmly in his grip that you
were slave to his orders"
''Ah, the doggish hound! He has in
formed on me, has he?" interrupted the
doctor "You have him, then, have you?
Well; even then that proves nothing as
10 this charge"
"You knew he was criminal, but
you have no proof of it," continued
Cathcart, as if Fdssett had not spoken.
You know there was evidence OF his
crimes ia the hands Of those poor wo-
men-his mother and sister"
DoriSon was quito as much surprised
at this was as the doctor, who could not
perceive that the old mau was doing
some shrewd guesswork.
"You wanted that proof" continued
| Cathcart. THAT you might be free from
that slavery, against which your proud,
arrogant spirit chafed. You determined
to obtain IL. You had information 1t
was in the hands OF tho sister. She was
in the costumer's shop in Blocker
street, as you knew. You, sought her
! there. and found her looking over doeu-
ments you thought were the ones YOU
wanted. You begged her 20 give them
to YOU. You would not believe them
when she told you she had them not.
/ You threatened her, and when she in
| sisted that those which she had i'll her
| hands, were not what you wanted, you
attempted to take them by force. She
resisted, and in a moment of eXaspera-
ton, without generalization, frantic
/ WlL0 rage anu utI RESISTANCE oisN h"N
with desire, you killed her ana seized
them. They were not what you wanted.
You found that out after you had es-
capped by the rear, through the drinking
saloon. They were letters written by
Reuben Dorison to Emma Parish"
Notwithstanding there was the as
sumption OF sheer upon the physicians
face, there was in his eyes sn expression
| of utter amazement, and he muttered TO
himself under his breath.
do you deny this?" asked Cathcart
sternly.
"Give me those slips" he said, turning
sharply 20 Dorison. The young man
was so absorbed IN the vivid and graphic
description the old detective was giving
| OF the murder, as to believe for the time
| that he must have been an eyewitness OF
1t, that Cathcsrt was forced to repeat the
| demand. Mechanically taking out his
pocketboot he handed the slips 70 the
old detective, q proceeding Fassett re-
garded with interest not unmixed with
! curiosity.
"These Slips" continued Carhcart,
holding them before the eyes OF Fassett,
| we're round in that room within quar-
ter OF an hour after your departure
one on the floor, ono in the hand Of tho
murdered girl"
Taking out the package he had re-
moved from the safe, he slipped out two
letters. The expression OF curiosity fed
from the doctors eyes; in its stead came
one of alarm. he quickly glanced at
the safe in the corner. He realized 1t
all in that one glance.
A frightful imprecation broke from
his lips.
"You are thief" he yelled.
NO" calmly replied the old man. 81
have only taken that which you thieved
on the night you murdered. You see
how these slips ft into the letters from