The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1892-09-03
VOL. XXVII.-NO. AZ.


of the land of the Pharaohs did not 20 to
war armed with airguns ~
"Airguns !" repeated the Professor, as
sudden thought appeared to cross his brain.
"What horrible mystery are we on the eve
of solving?"
With these words he twitched away the
sheet and all started back aghast at the
hideous sight which met their eyes for the
contents of the sarcophagus was no mummy,
no dead and gone royal Egyptian, but the
body of Giuseppe Voltoni, with the livid
spots of decomposition marbing his sallOw
features. Now the mystery seemed clear,
and the police official, hurrying from the
room, returned with Gluckstein, who hap
pened to be in the adjacent Office. "Fool
that l was exclaimed the detective, strik-
ing his forehead angrily. "Fool that | was
never to have thought of an airgun. Now
we can account for no one hearing any re-
port OF course, sir, he added, address
ing the head official, ''there is no doubt as
to the perpetrator of the double murder
Shall 90 and make sure of him at once ?'
'Stop," exclaimed Herr Ruprecht, as at
sign from his superior the detective was
about to leave the room. "Do some of you
recollect the English student, Herr Brndon,
who died here five or six years ago of fever p
"Yes," answered one of the Professors
friends she lived with Heinrich Kippen-
dorf
Exactly SO, returned the old man.
He used to 60 down to the Neckar and
shoot the pretty little moOrhens with a
certain noiseess weapon which he possess
E ed"
"There was no one to claim the property
. l remember, remarked the police official,
4 ''and as Klippendorf paid his funeral ex-
!. penses it was all handed over to him. 60,
f Gluckstein; you know what has to be done. y
u CHAPTER ".
q The rooms occupied by Heinrich Kip
pendorf were in state of supreme disor-
d der, evidently betOkening fitting on the
part of the tenant. The student was bend
/ ing over small valise, when knock
le sounded upon the panels of the door.
9 "Come in, said he, without raising his
,e head, and in another moment Gluckstein
8 entered the room. "You are leaving Held
is elberg suddenly, Herr Klippendorf," re-
nr marked the detective.
in "And cannot leave without the inter
r ference of the police p demanded Klippen-
dorf, scowling at his visitor.
is "Why, hardly" answered the detective;
e ''the police, you see, are very useful in pre-
f, venting people from leaving any of their
at property behind Them
".And what, pray, am | going to leave
/ behind ?" retorted the student.
in ''The air-gun you inherited from Herr
is Brandon, and with which you shot Cor
nelius Van Heuvel, replied the detective,
rf calmly. "Halt, throw up your hands, y he
10 continued, quickly, as he saw the fingers
v of Klippendorf stealing softly to the breast
at of his coat. 'Not a move, or you are a
I'd dead man, and to enforce his command
ne he levelled revolver at the students head.
ID Kippendorf cast glance around him
+ like that of hunted beast driven into a
Id corner A moments reflection, however,
d. showed him that the game was up, and he
d sulkily extended his wrists for the hand
OF cuffs, which Gluckstein adjusted with pro-
er fessional dexterity, then thrusting his hand
le into the breast of his coat he drew out a
he small steel hammer, one end of which
ID tapered into sharp spike, whats this ?''
asked he
ID at is all over with me, returned Kip
re pendorf, "and | may as well make clean
m breast of it. have theory about dia-
n monds and wanted those belonging to the
IN old man to experiment with. l made my
10 plans and thought there was not single
To- flaw in them. l Drained Giuseppe with
n one blow as he turned his back to me, then
o. l barred the door and, unscrewing the sar-
s cophagus, took out King Rameses and put
re my late friend in his place. Then half
es opened the window and, taking my place
ne beside it, waited until could get fair
n shot with the airgun had brought with
,e me, and which looked like walking-stick,
at the old man. I am dead-shot and hit
him Just where l intended, severing the
ne jugular vein with my bullet. Then put
he sheet over Giuseppe and placing the air
p gun on the top screwed down the sarcoph-
Or agus as tightly as ever.
to "And what did you do with the num-
lg my ?" asked Gluckstein, disguised, in spite
rs of his wide experience, at the cold-blooded
is cynicism with which his prisoner narrated
l. the details of his crime.
lie "There was loose board in the floor
sr ing, replied Klppendopf, "and pried up
Of that with ripping chisel; the space be-
at tween it and the ceiling of the next room
d formed capital resting place for the Egyp-
b. tian monarch, though l fear [ may have
d knocked off a toe or so in squeezing him
lie through the narrow aperture. Then |
t. went home exactly as I told you, only on
e my visit to the old mans room forced the
Is bureau and found that had all my trouble
e for nothing. Curses on the dotard for
d cheating me with his false gems. OF
d course calculated the blame would fall on
e my friend Giuseppe, and had l been able
$ to secure the sarcophagus l should soon