The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-04-10

petition Of the blind used by Captain Meldy in the Cats Eye robbery.
 Money, then, was the motive for the Oldby murder, and from the well-head of this motive John Bridger deemed It would be easy to track the murderer.
 Whistling contentedly he looked from the window, and seeing Arthur Whit croft driving some bullocks from the street into Back lane, strolled forth to join him
 Prime beasts" he remarked, by way of greeting.
 "Ay, sir" replied the lad. with the customary brevity of the English vll- lager.
 Makes me feel young again; takes me back twenty years; and it's good for a man to step back sometimes" he said to the boy, who began to take liking to pr. Settles fresh visitor.
 My father had farm in the north. right up in the dales, and I and my brother Jim used to drive our cows to pasture down by the beck, and there we would lie about for hours, watching the water ouzels and the kingflshers, and fishing for crayfish and newts. I sharpened my power of observation down by that stream" he continued, with sigh of sentimental remem- brance, at the same time switching a tagging bullock with an adroitedness that won his companions admiration. Lea farm you're going to, aren't you? An no! of course not; know you live al the hollow. But let me see how long til Irn "a | IA,
 "By the bridle-path, twelve minutes, sir"
 By the bridle-path! I suppose most folks go that way?"
 "Yes, sir, 'cept in mucky weather; then they takes the road"
 "Ah, well It's not mucky weather now. The Lea people must find a nice step saved when they can come to church that 'gainer' cut"
 "Yes; and it's handy-like for the doc tor now the mlssus is bad"
 "Ahp' said Boss 'Tec softly. "It's swampy here" he continued, as they passed the stile that leads into British field. "Kingcups and milkmRids grow here in May, don't they?"
 "Ay, sir, and frogs, too,"
 Not the place for a patent-shoed Frenchman to climb over," unused the detective, unless he happened to meet a friend who knew the way. I'll have another look at the knolp'; and nodding farewell to the lad, he crossed into the now noted field.
 A few paces brought him to the spot where poor M d'TIinbu had been found A crushed cluster of peoples showed the exact place where the body had fal- len. The setting sun glittered on some thing bright that lay beside the pop pies.
 MT. Brldger stopped and picked this up.
 It was string of five minute jet beads.
 Part of a fringe" muttered Boss 'Tec, whose keen eye noted even the frivols displayed by Jay and Peter Rob- inson.
 Five yards further on, nearer to the tiny matched British cottage that stood off from the path, there lay another string-one of three beads only.
 "Hump said the detective, 'humi Less than this has hanged man. They may have come off the dress of some Sunday sight-seer; but I'll keep them, all the same"
 "Good evening. You're making the most of your time"-this to a white capped old dame who sat knitting with In the rose-bowered porch of British I cottage.
 "Ay. sir: days is never too long for willing fingers"
 And I dare say you're bit lonely I lying here all alone7"
 Why, sir, as for that, I've my thoughts. and thoughts Is grand com \ oanions. And the ladies from the rec .ory most ways gives me look-one or he other Miss Marchden, she've been | lere hours lately, for she's a-doing of my oicter."
 And with a sign of invitation she en- cred the cottage and took down block. It was a wonderful bit of water-color lrawing, and reminded Mir. Bridger of I Jooper's Nancy Mcintosh" He prid- d himself on knowing something of art.
 "Ah, comes often, does she?"
 "Yes. sir; and glad am to see her. The last time was on the evening the II ,oor French gentleman was killed Eh, ir! it's sad I am to think he was so I iear-just behind the mound-and I | ever heard his cry for help. Going In | ny eighty-six though I be, I'd have l one something for him" 'Was Miss Marchden here at the I ime?" NO, sir, let me think: she left ten | 1t must have been about | en minutes-before." "Ahp And if she isn't here nowP' exolaim- d the old woman, with a look of gen inc gladness.
 John Bridger turned, and come face to ace with Miss Marchden. She wore black cloth cape trimmed yith jet fringe.
 There was a break in the fringe close } the right shoulder.
 "Ahp' once again calculated Boss Tee.
 "well?" queried the doctor that eve ing. It was his usual after-dinner uestion, and hitherto MT. Bridger had eplied by shake of the head To- fight, however, he paused, and Dr. Set e, noticing the pause, looked up quick ,-anxiously.
 Any clue?"
 "Yes."
 'Not--not--you can't suspect herl"