The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-06-03

ward independently and volunteered their
evidence before the coroner. BY this it
I was established beyond dispute that day
or two previous to the murder Scroggs
had laid very large sums, on commission,
against | ord COltsfooCs horse; so large,
! indeed, that on these two accounts alone
he stood TO win $4,000 by Jason's failure.
| Taken side by side wi h the fact that he
, had widely circulated Jason as the
straight tip for the Grand National, ana
| by so doing had shortened his price by
about half, the revelation had signifi-
canoe which even Sandy was fam to al
nit Besides, the latter now recOlectcd
a hint once or twice thrown out by
| Scroggs about his intention of retiring
from business if he could just wind up
with big coup.
The inquest, at the close of the first
days inquiry, was adjourned for the
week, by the expiration of which time
the police were quite confident they must
have caught Scroggs. That he had not
got out OF the country was considered GER
tain, and this being So his apprehension
could only be matter of days. People
were on the tiptoe of expectation. The
posters of the c, ening papers we're full Of
Scroggs, and specials with --latest intelli-
gence of the Lincoln murder were issued
by the thousands every half hour. Out
side Charing Cross alone quite hundred
| urchins were roaring themselves hoarse
with the "Rumored Arrest of SCroggs T.
But Scroggs had not been arrested, as
the morning papers of Friday showed.
| This was the great day of the Grand Ma
| tional. and Liverpool was Crammed with
people; among them, however, the
| Scroggs mystery excited even greater in
terests than did the prospects Of the race.
! "Has Scroggs been caught yetP' was the
question passed from mouth TO mouth on
! /, srFy tHvsal h Tnyn
! had him here, damn him. from some
disappointed hacker of Jason. He'd
never want Judge or jury, or hangman
| eiLherp On the afternoon OF this day
! the officer on guard at ScroRg's oIce, who
| was yawniug YEARLY in chair and en-
| vying those of his brethren who had been
| told of for duty at Aintree, was reused
! from his ennui by loud knocking at the
! door. he opened it and found Sandy
| McNicol gasping for breath, and very
pale and excited.
What do you want, young manE' de-
handed the sergeant, with oAcial stern
| ness.
"Why-why this, stammered McNicol,
holding up an open co, y Of the Graphic.
This this portrait OF the Earl Of Colts
! foot"
well, what about it, Amt it good
enough likeness to please you" asked the
other, attempting 20 be faceIIous.
1T is an excellent likeness. Exact in
every detail But Ell, mon, there's nae
mis- laking it. It's the portrait o. my ain
master Jonathan ScroygS!o
| A brief inquiry made the VIII ole case
| clear. The earl of Ooltsioot. who had
| lived disreputably abroad Tor a great part
| of his life, in constant impecuniosty, had,
some two years previously, hit upon the
scheme of making money as a racing tip
ster under nom de guerre. tartly by
! luck, ana partly by an intimate knowl,
edge of turf matters, his venture had
! pro ed a phenomenal success. and he had
netted heavy prolts. He had taken every
! precau ion 10 conceal his ideuiCy, bat,
| knowing the ris6 he ran of being found
| out, and realizing his wonderful good luck
! in having evaded recognition for two
! years. he determined TO make one
! big coup and then throw up
! the business. With this end in
view he gave his own horse Jason, as the
tip for the Grand National. 10 shorten
that animals price, aud 10 make plenty
/ Of money forthcoming about MIN and
! then. taking adyau age OF this. he laid
/ all he could muster on commission,
! against the horse, whom he inJen4ed 70
/ scratch al the asst minute.
His murder. beyond a doubt, was
! simply the work of race course vaga-
! bonds, intent on p.unIer, who must have
! discovered that he was carrying
~. a MN large sum Of ready