The Press., 1895-08-22

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 At 12, when Peter had reached the same place again, John was sitting in side, but he came out, and for a few minutes these old friends told stories, commented upon the weather and chat ted upon matters of interest i'll Omaha.
 Policeman Peter Moriarity passed on, but when he arrived at the express of fee again, which was at 3 o'clock in the morning, John Bradley was mo- where to be seen. Supposing he had walked around the little building, ac- cording to his custom, to inspect it on all sides, the policeman waited few minutes, but as John did not lut ill an appearance Policeman MOriarity whis- tied for him. "Sure knew me whistle wud bring him if he was around," said Moriarity, explaining all to the man. ager next day.
 But John did not appear.
 Peter Moriarity, although an officer, was not man to quickly perceive any thing, so, wondering little, but not thinking anything serious had happened, he went on doing his beat.
 "I guess, afther all, I'd better go back" said he to himself after he had gone about half an hours walk.
 Back he went and this time he whis- tied vigorously for John.
 Funny! Funny! Sure enoughl" said he. "Well, I've got to do me beat, but I'll hurry around without thryin any doors or 1ookin into anythin. "
 An hour earlier than usual Peter re- turned, and as John was not yet there he began to get alarmed.
 ''I don't want ter be afther wal1in up the express manager" " said he, and robbin him of his nights rest for may be false alarm, so I'll just stand here and wait till some one comes.
 It happened that morning that the manager came down earlier than usual, being uneasy about the large sum of money in the vault, and when he saw Moriarity standing stock still in front of the door at in the morning he quickened his pace.
 "What's up?" he called out.
 "I'm sure I don't know, sir," said the policeman; II haven't seen John since 12 o'clock, and for the last few hours I've been keepin guard mesilf." "
 "The deuce you haveW exclaimed the manager, opening the door quickly and stepping into the office. "Let's look for him y
 But John was not there-not under the benches asleep, nor yet ill the hat and coat room which adjoined the large square office, where the safe stood in plain sight.
 "Well, I'll open the safe to see if all is we'll. "
 As the manager touched the safe door the knob fell off on the floor, and put ting the stove poker in the hole he pulled the door open. All the valuable packages were gone
 "John Bradley's been murdered and the money taken !'' was the exclamation of the manager, while Policeman Mori- arity hurried away for the police off cials.
 Within all hour a message went along the telegraph lines for me, and before noon was speeding west on the fastest ''imited. ''
 When 1 arrived all was confusion in the express office. John Bradley's body had not been found, although thor ough search had been made for it, and even all the small streams had been dragged. But that some one had made way with the old night watchman and secreted his body no one connected with the case had any doubt.
 Of course l requested permission to make a thorough examination of the premises, though they had been gone over so many times this seemed almost useless. But upon the floor, among some litter under the safe, was a scrap of paper upon which was scrawled this line:
 I am very much obliged to you, MT. Winter burn, for your information.
 JOHN BRADLEY.
 When I showed this to Manager Win terburn he was too deeply shocked to speak at first
 "Can it be possible" he exclaimed, "that the temptation was too much for our old night watchman?' And then he added: "But we will track him. John Bradley >2as too c3u&plcuous a man to escape lulE or g"t very far. "
 "He had d soE and daughter, said. : "Yes. Luke an.t ;i...' Bradley" "
 Immediately up;2! dl"vuT"rtn% John absence I sent up t3 lis house and Luke came down. felt sorry for tie young man. He was reused out uf d deep slenp, and had difficulty ill making him un- derstand his father had gone "Ho has been killed" he exclaimed. And then, taking my hand, he added, And MT. Winterburn, my sister and myself will assist you to the extent of our powers, "
 Detectives leave no stones unturned, and accordingly I inquired my way to the Bradley cottage. It was a small, square white house, with green blinds and sloping roof. The front was en- tirely surrounded by a narrow veranda, upon which Kate had trained vines, making a pretty green screen. The door yard was small, but the lot extended back a considerable distance.
 must say now that I never saw 8 sweeter girl than Kate Bradley. When I went to the house and introduced my self as a detective she threw open the door and. invited me ill. She had heard about. the note; under the safe and her eyes were red with weeping. But she freely conducted me over the house, opening the bureau drawers and clothes presses belonging to her father and oth- erwise aiding me. "Here is all he had," she said And as I came away she whis- spered: t.e t.r...' ..g .z.45sE.s- "If-if you find him will you tell me right away, so that I can go to him?' she pleaded.