The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1892-03-10

Thrice Judith Kredge uttered this ter
riole cry, and then she saw police officer
hurryfng down the street toward her.
Waiting not for his arrival, she darted
up the stairs to Stuart Harland's room,
and knocked loudly on the door, at the
same time screaming:
awake! Awake! Mr.. Oakburn is
killed-murdered."
she tried the door. which opened readily,
and entered the apartment in which it
CHANGED Stuart Harland had left the gas
burning family.
Judith Kredge gave utterance to a
surprised exclamation as she saw that
the room was untenanted, and with an
expression of blank amazement on her
features she few to closet in which she
knew Stuart Harland kept his valise.
and threw 1t open.
Suddenly look of intelligence and
cunning supplemented the expression of
perplexity which her features had mo-
mentarily assumed. and she ran down
stairs and gained the Office again.
~Mr. Harland has gone, and taken his
valise with him." she cried.
Marion seemed thunderstruck
She had risen, and, starting forward,
exclaimed:
~GOne! Mr.. Harland gone."
ayes. he has fed"
at cannot be-" gasped Marion.
At is true"
"NO, no. That he is not in his room
does not imply that he has fed"
But he retired as usual My room is
next to his, and 1 heard him moving
about but few minutes before you
called me-
Marion sprang to Judith's side and
clutched her arm.
do not tell that l beg, l implore
you do not tell living soul that yon
heard Stuart Harland in his room few
moments before we discovered my father
If you do you will direct dreadful sus-
picion to an innocent man," she said in
intense, thrilling tones.
Before Judith Kredge could answer,
the door opened and the policeman who
had heard the cry entered the Office.
whats this. A man killed." exclaimed
the policeman. and while Marion hur-
riedly explained how she had discovered
her father, he proceeded to examine the
dead.
"Ah, shot through the back of his
head! Burglars work, no doubt" con-
tinued the officer, glancing at the open
safe.
"I'll turn in the alarm and we shall
have help here in no time. F." he added;
and running to the street door he began
to rap with his club to call an officer
from the next beat
In a moment or so the policeman he
was calling arrived, and his cola bOrer
sent him to telephone the alarm to
headquarters while he returned to the
office.
In a few moments a sergeant of police
and several officers of the precinct, with
Mr. Paxton, of the detective service Of
the city, arrived.
Marion and Judith Kredge had re-
NAMED in the office.
The detective and the police at once
began to make the usual investigation.
First, the body of the victim of the
crime was examined, and the nature of
the wound which occasioned death was
duly noted The face of the dead was
then covered, and the sergeant ordered
that the body be not disturbed until the
inquest
After this the room was carefully ex-
amined, and every detail of its appear
ance minutely observed.
The contents of the large safe, the
door of which was open, were strewn
about as though some one had hurriedly
searche it; but the lock had hot been
forced, although it was one of those in
tricate combinations devised to battle
burglars.
The key of the safe was in the lock,
and as Marion stated that it was the one
her father always carried, Mr.. Paxton
said:
aProbably the old gentleman had him
self opened the safe when he was sur
prised by the assassin"
II do not agree with you, sir, " said the
police sergeant stiifly. at is my impress
sion that this safe was opened by some
one besides John Oakburn who knew the
combination, ana who took the keys from
his victim after killing him"
POSSIBLY" asSented Paxton.
The table which was overturned be-
side the dead man was righted. and pen,
ink, paper, and a small clock which had
fallen upon the floor, were replaced.
The ink on the pen was scarcely dry. and
it was noted that the clock had stopped
at twenty minutes OF one O'clOck-the
very time when Stuart Harland had
awakened from sound sleep.
1.-THE murdered man clutched the table
and overturned it as he fell. and then
the clock stopped. infer therefore that
the shot which killed him was fired at
twenty minutes of one o'clock" said
Paxton.
"The ink yet on the pen may be &C
cepted as proof that the victim of this
crime was engaged in writing just before
he was killed. Let us see il we can dis
,x,E, OF ha sx.ratoon tiruad tho Il o..