Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1892-06-09

and the fact that he neglected no pre-
caution or spared himself no labor that
might avail to assist him. that had fire.
quently made him successful where
other men in his profession failed.
The detective felt that he had now ae-
quired as perfect an impersonation of
the character OF Levi Kredge as it was
possible for him to attain.
His makeup was a triumph of his
art. 1t was positively perfect In every
detail.
Paxton was a facial artist, and he
possessed the power OF changing the ex-
preston of his features in a marked
manner, in order to initiate the habituai
expression Of any character he under
took to assume.
On the night of the day of which we
are writing, Paxton had resolved to test
his wonderful disguise, and his power TO
perfectly cleate the character of Levi
Kredge.
But some personal business now de-
manded his attention.
just outside the Office door Paxton
encountered his agent. who was still
watching Judith Kredge.
~Ah, Brady, what news?" he asked of
his man.
Perhaps nothing Of consequence; I've
| just tracked Judith Kredge to a pawn
! broker, where she put up something.
I thought would leave it to you to find
out what she pawned. If you wished 10
do 1t, answered the other.
Very well; I'll attend TO this matter.
/ Give me the pawnbrOker's address.
Here it is, replied PaxtOn's agent,
and he presented a card on which the
/ address In question was written.
Continue to keep an eye on the
woman as heretofore, and by the way,
do not forget that tonight shall try
| the russ have explained to you"
] Correct, sir. III not forget"
The detectives auxiliary turned away.
Half an hour later Paxton entered the
pawnbrOker's shop to which Judith
| Kredge had been Swallowed.
/ What relation, II any, Judith's visit to
the pawnbroker might have on the in
vestlgatiOn which he was making, Pax
ton could not imagine.
| On general principles, however, he
meant to find out.
! The detective had previously made the
acquaintance of the pawnbrOker.
The latter had been arrested not long
since for a certain irregular transaction,
and Paxton was the man who had taken
him in charge.
OF course he was recognized by the
| pawnbroker the moment he entered the
shop.
on this occasion the detective was not
| In disguise.
The pawnbroker was now on his good
behavior, for the authorities had threat
ened to deprive him of his license, and
so he naturally desired TO eoneiliate the
detective.
Paxton anticipated I'd difficulty in
obtaining the information he sought,
and therefore he did not resort to sub
terfuge.
Coming directly to the point, he ae-
curately described Judith Kredge.
Then he said:
| a woman corresponding to the de-
scriptiOn have just given you pawned
some article here to-day. What was it?'
"A gold locket, " answered the pawn
broker.
Let me see it?"
The other promptly produced hand
some gold lOeket, which he handed
across the counter TO Paxton.
The moment he saw it the detective
recognized it.
To himself he said.
I have seen Marion Oakburn weal
that locket."
He examined the locket, and discov.
cred that it contained portrait.
The picture was that of a young anC
handsome man, and under it was writ
ten the name, Donald Wayburn."
But the picture did not in the least
resemble the man who had exchanged
overcoats with Stuart Harland.
In a moment Paxton comprehendeC
that he had adopted false theory.
1t was clear that Donald Wayburn
was not the real name of the supposed
assassin.
Paxton examined the portrait critI
cally.
He fancied there was something
strangely familiar about that pictured
face.
Suddenly he gave violent start. anC
exclaimed:
I have made a recognition and dis.
cOvery.7
Paxton's face was the picture of sur
prise, and it could not be doubted that
his discovery was the source of pro-
| found establishment for him.
The detective returned the lOcket tC
the pawnbroker and left the shop, his
mind filled with strange thoughts which
were suggested by his discovery.
After nightfalI, disguised as Lev
Kredge, he crept to the window of the
kitchen in the rear of Oakburn's fiat
and seeing Judith alone within, he
tapped on the window.
The woman saw him, and opening the
door babe him enter.
In a moment the detective stood IL
the brilliantly lighted kitchen confront.
ed by Judith
Everything depended upon the occur
rences Of the next few moments.