The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1895-07-31
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speak TO Superintendent Byrnes.
"IIe amt here tonight-out OF the
city,.
''Js Inspector Davids here?"
"Yis; he's in charge.
"Take me TO him; l know him."
els this de trute?'
eyes. | swear H. "
HGimme de mon. ~
Burnett handed out flo. The policeman
was frank, good-loolIing East Side
American, who, had he not been part
OF the corrupt system then existing,
would, il left 10 himself, have been
probably an honest, unbribable man.
"You don't seem really drunk, SIR,
he said, respectfully, as he opened the
grating door with his pass key. "on me
life, We don't, sir. "
"Indeed, / am not, officer"
"Come this way"
Burnett followed the policeman along
! the corridor TO a door, through which,
up long flight OF stairs he climbed,
directly TO Superintendent Byrnes'
office One of his leading assistants,
Davids, was seated at the superintendent's s
desk.
The detective. with his intense, set
face and iron-gray hair, was busily poring
over number of dispatches as they en-
tered.
s'What-you, Burnett?n he asked, as
tonished, looking up. He had just come
in himself, and still wore his regulation
cap.
and picked up for drunk and disor-
derly,' and locked up, too. Luckily, i
persuaded the otllcerto bring me before
you.
"Oficer, discharge Mr.. Um-um. in
stantly. Did you give your name down
stairs?'
stNo.D
"That's lucky = for you, the. reporters
have just made their rounds. "
The inspector ordered the policeman
| out of the room i'm an angry voice.
"These roundsmen are ali too eager TO
arrest a well-dressed man." he said. 81
am sorry, but these officers have no sense
on a rainy night. You are looking pale.
Go in the wash room and clean mp a
! little, and when You come back I'll have
glass OF brandy ready for you; and
want you 10 assist me. There's been q
murder in a fashionable hotel---and the
/ chiefs away-and---you are just the
man,
"Yes-Lord Holton mo matter about
the cleaning up. Where's the brandy, in
spectoE212
"Here. Mr.. Burnett, " and the inspector
/ handed out bottle OF cognac
! Burnett helped himself 10 a large glass
ful, and then told all ne knew of the case,
| "And you suspect L."
"The husband OF Miss Armitage who
has been posing as her brother.
"You are wrong quite wrong. He left
the city at p. M, with-er-with Z
pretty soubret; The rascals on hi
sis it possible?' exclaimed Burnett
astonished.
"Oh, Nes. He was the first suspected
and this fact has just been 'phoned dowI
from the Grand Central detective and cor
rot-orated from New Haven, where Mr.
Armitage got ont and procured box o.
Nile cigarettes and half dozen cigars al
the station restaurant, at 7:22. Lord Hol
ton was chloroformed at 9:u p. m. BY
the way, I'm. very glad you persuaded
| Swift 10 wait. "
! "Why?n
"There was>no reason TO stop the play.
Besides, II hate to believe it was she
! who
"No. mol Itell you she seemed full O,
affection at the Odorf for the English
man. She kissed him.. !"
| The inspector sighed "That's bad, u
he said. "Women are such natural born
| deceivers! / wish she had not appeared
affectionate. i wish she had not said hs
was her father.
Burnett gasped. sis Lord Holton-was
he not her father?p
"These dispatches from the chief OF
police at Birmingham show she may be. u
"She told me he was.
The inspector made an impatient gesture
"Assuming he was, these dispatches in.
form us that the quarreled when she left
England.
You are looking for a motive?'
His will leaves his surviving daughter
half million pounds sterling-two mil.
! lion five hundred thousand dollars ~
"Half million pounds!" Burnett
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