Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-06-17

The water still lay in pools about the premises, and the police had allowed certain of his neighbors to stream in and stare at the white walls and shaded windows, but only a favored few penetrated the hallway and rooms where the investigation was being held. Doyle shook like one with the palsy as he ascended the little flight of steps and passed into the open door way, still accompanied by 'FLittle Pills" People looked at him with marked curiosity. He was questioned, requestioned, cross-questioned, but the result was only hopeless tangle. He really added nothing to the testimony of the hack driver and Bonelli. In ab- ject remorse and misery he begged them to understand he was drunk when he joined the party, got drunker, dimly remembered there was quar- rel, but he had no cause to quarrel with anyone-and that was all; he never knew how he got home. He covered his face in his shaking hands at last, and seemed on the verge of 8 fit of crying.
 But then came sensation. Quietly rising from his seat, the off cial who so recently had had the verbal tilt with Cram held forth rusty, cross hilted, two-edged knife that looked as though it might have lain in the mud and wet for hours.
 Have you ever seen this knife be- fore?" he asked. And Doyle, lifting up his eyes one instant, groaned, shud- dered, and said:
 'Oh, my God, yes!'
 "Whose property is it or was it?'' At first he would not reply. He moaned and shook. At last: "Sure, the initials are on the top," he cried.
 But the official was relentless.
 '"Teu us what they are and what | they represent"
 People were crowding the hallway | and forcing themselves into the room. Cram and Ferry, curiously watching | their ill-starred comrade, had ex- changed glances of dismay when the knife was so suddenly produced. Now they bent breathlessly forward. The silence for the moment was op- pressive.
 "If it's the knife I mane," he sobbed at last, desperately, miserably, "the l letters are $. B. w., and it belongs to Lieut.. Waring of our bathery." But no questioning, however adroit, | could elicit from him the faintest in ! formation as to how it got there. The last time he remembered seeing it, he said, was on MT. Warnings table the | morning of the review. A detective | testified to having found it among the bushes under the window as the water receded. Ferry and the miserable | Ananias were called, and they, too, had to identify the knife, and admit that l neither had seen it about the room | since MT. Waring left for town. Of other witnesses called, came first the | proprietor of the stable to which the cab belonged. Horse and cab, he said, | covered with mud, were found under a shed two blocks below the French market, and the only thing in the cab | was handsome silk umbrella, London make, which Lieut.. Pierce laid claim to. Mrs. Doyle swore that as she was going in search of her husband she met the cab just below the Pelican, driving furiously away, and that in the flash of lightning she recognized the driver as the man whom Lieut.. | WarinG had beaten that morning on the levee in front of her place. A stranger was seated beside him. There
 were two gentlemen inside, but she saw the face of only one-Lieut. | Waring.
 Nobody else could throw any light
 on the matter. The doctor, recalled, de,
 clared the knife or dagger was shaped
 exactly as would have to be the one
 that gave the death blow. Everything
 pointed to the fact that there had been | struggle, a deadly encounter, and
 that after the fatal work was done the
 murderer or murderers had left the
 doors locked and barred and escaped
 through the window, leaving the desk
 rifled and carrying away what money
 there was, possibly to convey the ides
 that it was only a vulgar murder an6
 robbery after all.
 Of other persons who might throw
 light upon the tragedy the following
 were missing: Lieut. Waring, Private
 Dawson, the cabman, and the unrecog
 nized stranger. So, too, was Anatole' | boat.