The herald., 1894-11-01

confidence in him TO question the a
curaoy Of his statements. only realize
that he was writing great story, e
greatest he had ever done. He seemd
inspired with the very innerma
thoughts Of the murderer, and undo
his touch every trivial incident cam1
out with distinctness and coherency thai
made the cause and method of the crimi
perfectly plain.
First no described the scene with
accuracy of detail that would have beeJ
impossible for one who had not studied
it closely. The selection of the spot HI
explained by the fact that the brigh
electric light, streaming through thu
windows OF the power house, made 4
impossible for the passerby to see int(
the shadows. Thus while impenetrabh
darkness screened the assassin amph
light guided his blow, and, moreover
the rattle Gnd roar Of the MACHINERY
near by drowned all sound of the strua
gle or the falling body.
"The blow on the head. he demon
strated, must have been from sand
bag, while the wound through the heart
could only have been made by one d
those long, fine bladed stilettos Of ItaL
ian make. Furthermore, the fact that
this peculiar weapon was driven home
with firm hand, after the victim had
been stunned by blow on the head, in.
dicated premeditated and deliberate
murder, while the theory Of robbery
was d;sproved by the fact that the mans
valUables had been untouched. The only
tenable theory, therefore, was that the
motive Of the murder was revenge.
"a more mastery analysis of case ]
never read. but here he branched off into
what ] at first supposed to be purely i'm.
aginary speculations as to the wrong
which had led the murderer to seek tia
life Of the unknown man. These seemed
purposely vague at first, but gathered
in strength and certainty until con-
cluded that he must have some good
foundation for them. Starting with
hypothesis, he soon began to state them
as facts. He described how the dead
man, a once trusted friend, had entered
the home of another; how, by subtle
wiles and deceit, he had stolen the love
Of the wife. Then followed an elopeA
ment and the breaking up Of that oncsl
happy home.
He told, with the bitterness of truth.
how the scoundrel had deserted the
weak and erring woman and left her to
perish alone; how the idea Of revenge
had filed the mind Of the wronged hus-
band; how, himself unseen, he had fol-
lowed every movement Of the intended
victim for months and carefully plotted
his destruction; how he had decoyed the
doomed man to the city and to tho very
spot where the murder was committed,
and how he had destroyed the only clewa
"a couple of letters in the pockets Of
the dead mainland finally made his
own escape, the secret safe in his owu
heart alone.
"As / read this remarkable tale
through the conviction forced itself
upon me that this was the absolute
truth. If the writer himself had oom.
mitted the deed, he could not have de-
scribed it more graphically. Suddenly
the thought flashed over me-cou1d he
describe such crime thus without havs
ing, i'll fact, committed it?
1--WE were alone in the room. :
glanced at Jones apprehensively. He
was writing rapidly-fercely. His eyes
were fixed, but he seemed to be looking,
through and beyond the paper across
which his pen few, at something fas-
oinating-terrible When he finished, IL
was with start, as if waking from q
trance. Iglanced at the last page, whero
was final confirmation of my fears
My God, Jones, is this truea' /
managed to say.
Every word Of it, as I live,' he re~
piled firmly, if family.
Then you have written the war.
rant for your own arrest, said.
ellis head dropped on his desk, but
he said not a word.
Jones, said I, finally shaking him
by the shoulder to arouse him to an un-
derstanding of my meaning, enough to
hang you is already in type In an hour
the papers will be ON the street. In an
other hour the police will be after you.
Go-make the most Of your startP
"It was as predicted, said the city
editor after pause. Before daylight
detective called on me to ascertain the
source of that story. l simply pointed
to Jones' name on the assignment book,
and they went after him.
"Did they catch him?" asked the cub
reporter eagerly.
They found him in his room, with
stiletto through his heart" said theI
city editor. Willard A. Holcomb iu
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