The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1893-01-18
CHAPTER XI.

There was something written in pencil
across the back of the envelope.
The rain which had beaten down upon
the paper had almost obliterated the
writing, but it was still family visible.
I turned my eyes upon it and proceed
ed to decipher the almost faded charac'
ters-
The task was difficult, but presently I
saw that the writing was an address,
and the name Of the street was Dudley.
When T. had become satisfied with this,
turned all my powers upon the num-
Der.
At first made it out to be 95.
Then I saw there had been another
figure in front, whether two or three l
could not say.
It was plain, however, that had come
exceedingly close to the truth.
Delighted with my success thus lar,
now set out to find the street 1t was
not one OF much importance, but l soon
came upon it, and in short time passed
in front Of No. 295.
Although not appearing to do so,
surveyed the building.
It was modest-looking house, and
could see nothing in its external appear
ance to indicate that there was any con-
nection between it's inmates and men OF
q burglarious stamp.
Indeed, so quiet did 1t seem that even
experienced-a a feeling of disappointment
concerning the probable outcome OF my
quest.
remembered, however, that very
often the most daring Of thieves were
the most cunning. They did not asso-
ciate with men Of their class, but were
select
Perhaps this man Theodore, having
once been gentleman, persisted in car
rying his old surroundings into his new
business. He must live after certain
style, and have at least the comforts OF
civilization around him, even if his trade
was now that Of common house
breaker.
Somehow this thought gave me conf
dence once more.
began to feel that looks were not
everything in this world, and when l had
gone some little distance down the street
turned to look back.
. All! A man was coming out OF the
very house which had been watching.
He came toward me at quite rapid pace.
To my intense surprise and delight
saw the object OF my search before me.
There could be no miStake-1 was
looking upon Theodore Parker-the man
who had climbed the vines leading up to
the window, and who was in the cham
Der. of DR.. Seabury on the night Of the
murder.
Knowing that now had need Of all
the GOODNESS could command, I resolved
to act my part with discretion.
AS walked on the man rapidly over
took me. waited until he had come up
alongside; then turned.
"How do you do, Theodore?" said.
He came to q sudden halt, and seemed
very much astonished, yet I could see
that my shot had gone home.
"You have the advantage Of me, sir, "
he replied, coldly, ignoring my hand:
"You admit that you are Theodore
Parker?"
@Why should deny it?"
"Then I wish to have private con-
versation with you"
II do not know why should grant it,
sir. You are stranger to me-"
THAT is true Allow me to introduce
myself" and l handed him my card.
"Dr. Burton" he read.
AT your service"
"Well, sir. will you be so good as-to in
form me why should grant you an in
terview? I am no wiser than before"
u come from Leonore."
The shot told. could see the color go
and come. His white teeth became
tightly clenched, as though he were de-
termined not to give way to any emotion,
yet the mention of that name had
knocked his reserve away, and left the
past open TO assault.
knew that my name had been my
passport into his favor. He looked at
me again, for l had assumed new I'm
portance in his eyes.