Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1895-07-12

on my SuSceptibllltleS, does she? You
saw her, and talked with her, didn't
you?"
.'Yes, did"
And she struck you as conscien-
tious, self-respecting, kindly old party,
didn't she?"
''She certainly impressed me as a
woman who had nothing to conceal
and was anxious that justice should be
| tempered with mercy
Very cool, and collected, and digni'
fed
Most assuredly."
''Well, when she met me, she gave a
start. Who brought you into the case?'
she said Not you, madam, of course,
says l, and she gave a little twitch. L
wanted saws l, to take look at that
bullet She snatched at the back OF
the chair, and laid in big breath.
You had better go to my lawyer. l
don't think he will let you seeit.' I'm not
sure that he has it, madam l said. L
have seen it, and it was never made for
pistol barrel
| Say, old fellow that's a great woman,
and she'll beat us in the end if we don t
use a woman's tactics. She just braced
herself and began to act, but it was too
late. 'Ah,' says she, you have some new
theory in the case or some new light. l
wish you would go to my lawyer with
it and if you wish any material assist
ance why you can come to me after
wards
Il call that simply prodigious; she
sayst to herself: Here's dangerous man.
I'll get Mr.. Greve to handle him and
I'll handle Mr.. Greve, and I'll throw
out hint of money at the same time. u"
Then Amos Daryl struck the paper
weight that he held in his hand en-
phatically on the table, and, turning
round, said: 'My friend, that woman
had no sooner clapt her eyes on me
than she understood the truth; and the
truth was this: that somebody had ar
rived that she couldn't hoodwink. 1
tell yop, a woman's thinking apparatus
is lightning sometimes
| l sat down in front of Daryl. "You
amaze me-" said. Suppose on turn
to the facts now. The bullet was not
made for pistol barrel"
NO. The pistol is a little French
plaything. There are not twenty-five
Of them in the country, for we make
those things better here. But it was
made at u French factory where the
cartridges are all moulder. The bull
let from Mr.. Prineveau's body was not
mouldcr. 1t was cut from piece of
lead and shaped with an instrument.
| You can see the marks of fine file on
it if you use glass"
| "But," l observed, "the bullet en-
tered Mr. Prineveau's side through his
| clothing, the hole was found in his
vest. 1t must have been fred from that
side, and Mrs. Prineveau was on the
| other side"
See here" said Daryl, getting up
suddenly. 81 don't mind being little
rash just for once, and Ill bet you q trip
ticket to Florida, where you can see my
little orange grove, after this case is
| decided, that Mr.. Prinevcau didn't wear
the vest with the hole in it when he
was killed in the carriage. Hare you
been up to Sixty-siXth street and Fourth
avenue to look the ground over?"
| "No."
| "Well, l have. 1t was five o'clock
when Mr.. Prinevcau was killed, and
there was steady stiff wind blowing
from the northeast with plenty of snow,
but it was light enough to sec west
ward across the open lots to the Fifth
avenue. If there had been anybody
| within Il thousand feet the coaehman or
1 NJ d., I
To suppose that a little French pistol
| could have carried further than that
| straight to Mr. Princveau'S heart is one
of those yarns that would make d ma
rinc sick. My dear fellow, I've talked
| more to-day than have in six months.
| But Mrs. Clarlson was dead right when
| she said the thing to do is to prove that
some one else committed the crime"
Can we do it?"
1--WE can find that person, but to
| prove it-wcll, to tell You the truth, ]
| don't believe we viii, Cor That person
S as clever as four lawyers and eight
| ordinary detectives, and has had the
start of US for q year or more"
where are you Goinr now?"
I'm going over to take some things
to that woman in Varicll street. /
don't believe she is comfortable, and
I'm dead sure she hasn't any friends
I'll see you in the morning with some
facts, II run across en-"
CHAPTER; "
This interview, when cane to think
it over, took the conccit out of me. and
the retaining fec of five hundred dol
lars had an ugly look. Daryl, it was
true, might be mistaken, but there
was something in INC that respected
his opinions. Why did Mrs. Prinevcau
have such confidence in me and such
distrust OF Daryl? Why was ! sent to
her to be sized up, as it were. Evil
IDENTIFY she was the kind of woman
Daryl had insisted she was. She
had counted on just the stupidity
that had shown, This reflection