Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1894-02-23

+ DO you mean tnaC you are on the
right tracll?" he asked.
'4D- rignt trackl Why. sir, we have
the man under lock and key"
And his name is?''
arthur Charpentier, sub-leutenant
in her majesty's navy" cried Gregson,
| pompousIy. rubbing his fat hands and
initiating his chest.
Sherlock Holmes gave a sigh of re.
| lief and relaxed into smile.
'Take a seat and try one of these
cigars" he said. Eve are anxious to
know how you managed it. win you
have some whisky and water?"
II don mind if do" the detective
answered ''The tremendous exertions
which have gone through during the
last day or 40 have worn me out.
Not so much bodily ezertion. you un.
derstand, as the strain upon the mind.
You will appreciate that, Mr.. Sherlock
Holmes, for we are both brain work.
ers"
'sYou do me too much honor" said
Holmes gravely. Let US hear how
you arrived at this most gratifying re-
suit"
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armchair and puGed complacently at
his cigar Then suddenly he slapped
his thigh in a paroXysm OF amusement
1.-THE fun of it is" he cried, that
that fool Lestrade, who thinks himself
so smart, has gone OF upon the wrong
track altogether He is after the sec
retarv, Stangerson, who had no more
to do with the crime than the babe un'
born. have no doubt that he has
caught him by this time"
The idea tielled Gregson so much
that he laughed until he eholed.
"And how did you get your clew?"
"Ah, I'll tell you all about it. OF
course, DR.. Watson, this is strictly be-
tween ourselves. The first difficulty
which sge had to contend with was the
finding of this American S antecedents.
Some people would have waited until
their advertisements were answered,
or until parties came forward and vol
unteered information. That is not
Tobias Gregson's way of going to
work. You remember the hat beside
the dead man?"
"Yes," said Holmes; 'eby John I'm
derwood & Sons, 129 Camberwell
road"
Gregson looked quite crestfallen.
81 had no idea that you noticed
that" he said. Have you been
there?"
mo"
"Har cried Gregson, in a relieved
voice; you should never neglect a
chance. however small it may seem.'
''To great mind nothing is little"
remarked Holmes, sententiously.
"Well I went to Underwood and
ash him if he had sold hat of that
size and description. He looked over
his books and came on it at once. He
hi sent the hat to a Mr.. Drebber, re-
siding at Charpentier's boarding estab-
lishment, Torquay terrace. Thus got
at his address"
''Smart-very smartr' mur1nured
Sherlock Holmes.
81 next called upon Nine. Char
pentier,'' continued the detective. 81
found her very pale and distressed.
Her daughter was in the room, too
an uncommonly fine girl she is, too;
she was looking red about the eyes
anu llEI ups lIElIb&NA do 4 pune " LlCl-
That didn't escape my notice. began
to smell rat You know the feeling,
Mr. Sherlock Holmes, when you come
upon the right scent-a kind of thrill
in your nerves. Have you heard of
the mysterious death of your boarder,
Mr. Enoch j. Drebber, of Cleveland?'
I asked.
'The mother nodded. She didn't
seem able to get out word. The
daughter burst into tears. felt more
than ever that these people knew
something of the matter.
"'At what O'Clock did Mr.. Drebber
leave your house for the train?'
asked.
CAT eight o'clock, she said, gulping
in her throat to keep down her agita-
tion. His secretary, Mr. Stangerson,
said that there were two trains-one
ut 9:15 and one at II. He was to
catch the first
''And was that the last which you
saw of him?'
"a terrible change came over the
woman's face as asked the question.
Her features turned perfectly livid. 1t
was some seconds before She could get
out the single word Yes and when i.
did come out it was in a husky, unnat-
ural tone.
There was silence for a moment,
and then the daughter spoke in a calm,
clear voice:
"'No good can ever come of false
hood, mother she said. Let us be
frank with this gentleman We did see
Mr.. Drebber again
"'God forgive your cried Nine. Char
pentier, throwing up her hands and
sinking back in her chair You have
murdered your brother
"'Arthur would rather that we
spoke the truth the girl answered
firmly.
"'You had best tell me all about it
now.' l said. 'Half-confdences are
worse than none. Besides, You do not
know how much we know of it
ION your head be it, Alicen cried
her mother; and then, turning to me:
Il will tell you all, sir. DO not imagine