Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1892-03-24

the hooks nau Deen broken lie saw,
moreover, that the window opened upon
n narrow passage between that and the
next building
The police sergeant kept close 10 the
detective as though he feared he would
make some discovery which might escape
his own unguided observation. and he
noted all Paxton saw.
1t was Mr. PaNton's method never TO
ask any questions until he had thorough
ly examined the scene of u crime. and
thus in the first instance his mind was
unbiased by what might be told him.
Now having concluded his investiga-
tion for the present, he addressed sew
eral questions to Marion and Judith
Kredge.
Miss Oakburn, did you hear the re-
port of pistol or any unusual sound
before You discovered your father?" he
asked.
-No. sir, heard nothing, although I
have not slept tonight" answered
Marion.
And did you hear nothing?" contin-
ued Paxton, turning to Judith Kredge
Nothing, sr,D she replied.
@When you came to the Office. think
you told the policeman that you found
the door unlOckei?n Paxton went or
now addressing Marion.
~Yes, sir, it was unlocked"
sand the street dOor?"
Marion turned To Judith.
THAT was also unlocked a ID pnh,Itad
as l found when 1 went u. oT,.n II y H.
woman said.
~Was there any o. q hasides von and
this woman in you ,a-rart1e1ts fo.Tiebt
Miss Oakburn?" -
Marion he, ,tated for 4 moment. and
then she Ia.
MT stuart Harland, a clerk employed
nir. Garrison, occupied our front
ION directly over the Office. "
but he is not there now, sir. l ran
up 10 his room As soon as we discovered
that Mr.. Oakburn was murdered l am
sure l don't know what can have be-
come OF him. for he went to his room as
usual quite late, and as / sleep in n room
adjoining his l heard him moving about
A few moments before Miss Marion
trapped at my door and asked me 10 go
down and look for her father. l no.
tic d when I Ooked into his room that
his traveling-bag was gone, said Judith
kredge-
MariOn's face assumed an expire sslon
Of absolute agony, and she gave Judith
kredge glance full Of aversion and
fear.
Mr.. Paxton and the police sergeant ex-
changed significant glances.
Excuse me a moment said the de-
tective, and he slipped out Of the Office.
lie returned very quickly, for he had
only run up to Stuart Harland's apart
ment and hastily searched It. He dis
covered nothing except that the bed had
not been opened that night.
A short consultation between the de-
tective and the police sergeant ensued,
and the latter said:
~HOu are right, sir; Mr.. Garrison
should be sent for at once
Acting upon this decision, he dis
patched one of his men to the brokers'
residence with a hastily written note
containing Information of the tragedy
whitehead been enacted at his Office
Marion. seemingly exhausted by grief
and excitement, had seated herself be-
side her dead father, and with her face
buried in her hands she remained silent
and mOtiOnless, While Judith Kredge
stood by a window and listened eagerly
TO a conversation which was carried on
In low tones between the police sergeant
and Of his men.
Judith kredge did not possess 4 good
face; rather it was one TO awaken dis
trust in the mind of the observer She
hal a low, retreat ng forehead, large
coarse features, thin blOoiless lips, and
small yellow eyes set close together I'M
der beetling brOws. Her age was about
fifty. Her life had not been cast in
pleasant places, and she had grown
TO hate those who were happy be-
cause she was not so She was en-
vious OF all persons who were in the
possession of the advantages of life of
which fate had deprived her. In dlspo-
sition she was vindictive and cruel She
was cunning, I'm crupulous and daring
TO n certain degree, and avarice dOmin-
ated every other passion in her heart
just ut this moment there's were
strange thoughts in Judith Kredge's
mind. She was plotting seemingly TO
turn certain secrets of this dreadful
night of murder to her own profit.
Mr.. Jason Garrison, the broker, ar
rived in less than thirty minutes, and he
was pale and agitated.
Suspense and anxiety were written
upon his features as he burst into the
office, AMI as though obliviOus TO the
presence OF anyone rushed to John Oak
burns desk and began to examine a file
of cheques which he took from drawer.
His hands trembled the while SO that he
could scarcely hold the papers. and he
experienced the keen agony of a game
ster 10 whom the turning Of a card or
the calling out Of a number is almost n
matter OF life or death, as he ran over
the file OF che ues.
He is searching for something Of vi
tai Importance TO his interest,"" said
Paxton, soto vOce-
@Not herei There Is one chance left"
exclaimed Jason Garrison, totally IN
conscious that he spoke. and turning TO
a small memorandum book he hurriedly
looked over its pages.
The next moment the book fell from
his nerveless grasp, and he sank for
ward as though Frustrated by a nervous
shock
Il am a ruined mani" he exclaimed.
Paxton quickly sprang to his side.
you have sustained q serious loss by
this robbery, sir?" he asked.
Jason Garrison raised his pale, bag
gard face, and, bringing his clenched fist
down upon the desk with force, cried,
fercely:
4 tell you, man, an ruined Hope
lessly ruined"
@Then there was a large sum Of money
in the safe?" asked Paxton
@Nes, sir. -
q am a detective. and 1 am sure, my
dear sir, that it will be 10 your interest
TO conceal nothing from me"
4 have nothing TO cOncealiS cried
Garrison, in way thatin the detectives
Judgment beied his words. Il viii eX-
plain, sir, - he continued. Yesterday
afternoon I gave my unfortunate
cashier, John Oakburn, q cheQue for
SIS, 600, and instructed him to cash it at
the bank, and keep the money over night
here in our safes, as we were to have an
urgent demand for it early in the morn
ing. The sergeants note informed me
that there was no money in the safe,
q 1 lind the che lue missing from the
file OF small cheques where l saw John
Oakburn place It. More. in this book
found my cashiers memorandum, which
da he'd to the ground my one hope that
the money was not lost 4"
Mr.. Garrison-picked up the book which
he had dr. pped on the floor, and turn
ing the leaves he read the following In
John Oakburn'S handwriting;