Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-02-17
A TWIN-IDENTITY.
EDITH STEWART DKEwnr IN .BrLenAv1A. .,

/ subsequent tragedy. Areckless clark "a
you English say-in ignorance of the world
an encounter, probably followed by secre
persecution: the girl, afraid to betray he
mad escapade to her friends lest worse
construction should be put on it; the man
doubtless in love. in fashion, jealousy, re
venge-voila toutl l returned hopefully tt
| Monte Carlo, and, after some time, obtained
the slightest clew to that blue domino
which led ME to suspect that Gf HI
were the murderer) he would have
made his way to London severa
months after the crime, a: the safest hiding
| place, ma parole $50 it is-so vast-sc
many millions to be lost among.
Well, came straight over to London, il
! being then the October after the murder
and at once went to Scotland Yard to Put
the authorities on the qui vive for man
such as described, lacking finger and the
hand probably marked still by the wound OF
| dogs teeth. Why did not advertise, you
| ask, monsieur-Ciel because nv bird was
clearly wary, clever, and / wanted him to
be lulled into false security and think the
| police had given him up in despair, after
nearly year.
was unremitting in my cautious inqui-
ries and watchful search, continually
changing nv disguises (mostly masculine, OF
necessity, and invariably armed with a
loaded revolver for seli-defense or
shot and can hit where 1 WILL, /
may assert. Day and night until quite
late l was abroad, here, there and every
wherein public resorts, public vehicles,
great thoroughtares, east, west, north and
south. l haunted the gambling resorts,
from the West End proprietary club to the
low "hell'-all en- gareon, of course. How
could 1 get the entire of some of these, you
say, madame? Ha, ha, that was easily
enough managed with money, and I am an
accomplished gambler-to be au fait in that
line was part of my training.
But day after day, week after week,
passed, and L was still baffled. got not
one clue, and at last, just before Christmas,
1 wrote to my chef: Even 1 am almost in
despair that Il. S. is either dead, or at the
Antlpodes. fl learn nothing by December
81, fear l must resort to the desperate
measure of advertising; am mad at failing,
and more, nv whole soul and brain are
wrapped up in this case.
That letter reached Paris a few days be-
fore Christmas.
On the oath of December, all day, had
detectives watching the great stations for
any man answering to such description as 1
had, as the assassin might possibly spend
the festive season out of town. I mvself
was about the West End in the evening,
dressed much as 1 am now, in black, with q
dark fur toque.
gave look over Paddington Terminus,
and about 10 o'clock thought would re.
turn to my lodging in Bloomsbury, and
there decide on my further action tonight,
or whether 1 should rest-that is, if could.
1t was the very anniversary of the
tragedy 1 was to unravel-Christmas Eve.
was beginning to feel the long, heavy
strain on mental and physical powers,
suppose, and every nerve was strung up to
a high nervous tension. 1 felt in curious
unaccountable manner that would not be
shaken off. stepped into a city going ON
nlbus, sitting down by the door and in
stinctively taking notice of the other pas
two stout old men at the
far end-for it was bitterly cold night,
with a heavy snow-laden sky, dreary
enough to make one lonely and miserable
under any circumstances. 1 was both
Yet, withal, as we started eastward, there
began to steal over me an odd internal ex-
as of a vague expectancy, a rest
lessness and intensified desire to gain my
end, which became almost agony in its pas
sionate vividness. 1t seemed to grip me,
thrall my very soul, like visible force
OOO oI Justice was tHeIe nOtnlng ABOVE or
below that knew the dread secret sought
No power-seen or unseen-from whence
my inmost being could draw the knowledge
of that one mans hiding place?
What, too, was my chef thinking of his
trusted agent, on whose success he had flung
bis whole credit? What on this dread night
we're the feelings of her relations, that
heir. beloved dead was still unavenged?
In those moments 1 felt halt maddened |
with longing, and then in and through that |
onging there grew strange sensation, as
# something-I knew not what-went out |
from me, taking my life from me, then
seeming to draw back with it in returning |
that could not grasp or define
hat 1 never shall be able to defne-but |
made me, with sort of sudden mental |
wrench, look up, impelled by force
quite outside myself, to see sit |
ing opposite to me lady, young |
md lovely, dressed in handsome mourning |
To be Concluded To- Aorrom