The morning times., 1895-08-25

ftfptIlEll bE Nlc <Auill'l-
My friend detective. Mr.. Martinot, told
me this story
one afternoon. on a dun day in March,
when the wind was bowling dismally and
the gray cold OF the atmosphere chilled
the blood. There was ushered into my
apartment a lady. heavl Y veilcd and
swathed from head to foot in crepe.
Mr. Marnot." said she, handing me
a black bordered card and sinking heavily
into the nearest chair, Il have come to
you uHamounced. as l feared until the
last minute hat my courage would fail
me. and IUeunablc TO tell you he story
] read the card.
Mrs. Anton Honowood." and then, like
a flash. ! placed the face before me. 1t
was that OF the most discussed woman in
New York for the last six months. Half
year before she married the millionaire
banker and widoweT, Anton HOLLYWOOD.
Just one week later Anton HOLLYWOOD was
found in his library deadly his own
hand
a dagger. firmly clutched in his right
hand was buried to the hilt in his heart.
Adelaide HOLLYWOOD, his daughter, was
prostwted with grief and even Charles,
The proflfgatc son. felt Inc horror Of it.
The pecaHauty OF the occurrence maze
the beautiful young widow the cause Of
much gossip for the season.
II see you recognize me. = she said, com
posing berseLf for her story, land you
knew my husband ] feel on that account
] can talk TO sou better thauto a stranger"
nodded my head. But her next sentence
was 50 abrupt that il startled me.
Il want jo tell you that L. the widow
OF Anton HOLLYWOOD, do not think or
believe that my husband committed SUI
eide
She said this in j voice that told a
world back OF il.
What ground have you for your sus.
picionse'
Much. For one thing, when my hus
band entered his library on the after
noon OF his death, he had in his possession
$4,000 IN bank notes and bonds.
They are missing. And, strangely
enough, / forgot an about the Ihoney il
the horror OF the moment. And it was
not until his affairs came up that Il
thought about the package OF money and
bonds. IL was my own private property
and I know that my husband brought il
home with him on the very night OF his
death"
But YOU knew this three months ago
why have YOU. not mentioned it before
She bowed her head and her face flushed
painfully.
Had your husband any enemies?'
Yes, and no, frightening a little.
thought 'OD the night OF his death Their
rode home with him in his carriage a short
M
talked excitedly. At the foot OF the step
myhusband wavedhilna a wa Y. "a nd whenthe.
separated / heard the man say in a deep
angry voice, You will think Different,
about This before the night is over. AndyOI
VIII give me that money! He said thil
very loud, and / distinctly heard it from
where / stood in my bay window over The
front door"
lie wal ked slowly away, turning
around several times as though to retur
TO the house. At the corner, for watche
him wonderngiy in the dusk, he met anothc
man And both came rapidly back 10 IN
house Again they paused TO talk, auC
then some one interrupted me at the windu
and ] stepped into my room l did not se
the men again"
And the other man? Did you recogniz
hinl?"
Mrs Hollowuod's face became quite pal,
But She had nerved herself for this momen
Il could almost swear that The youngC
man was Charles Hollowuod, my Stepson
How long vas il before the alarm wa
raised OF Mr. Hollowood's death?"
Not over haIf an hour IL was Mr.. HoIlC
woods usbam 60 60 directly to tn
library, which lies at the rear Of the grcun
floor. Here he would write letters and al
range his papers for next day. After thi
was done he was through with business an
ready for our O'Clock dinner"
Ion this afternoon he did not come M
staTs, and after The customary time ha
elapsed ! went out into the hall to send IN
butter tocall him But, as reached the hea
OF the stairs. the butler came running on
Of the library with upralsed hands and erie
OF horror.
And chen we found Mr. HOLLYWOOD upo
the floor Of the library stabbed to the hea
and breathing his last. Adel1 ide'S sicEne
and the events OF the next three days we
so dreadful that cannot recall them cor
nectedly."
Bat The short, stout mani Did you ST
him again?'
Yes, and here is the singular part o
are story. Later that same night b
called But instead Of coming TO the fron
door, ne went along the side of the house
And standing upon tiptoe be tapped a
tghe library windo w There was IA
answer, and lac came back to the from
entrance and rang the doorbelI. One q
the maids who had fled to her room il
the east gable sa W IL all and told me-
''When the butler opened the front doc
the short, stout man refused to believ
thai Mt HOLLYWOOD was dead, and actual
pushed his way into the library whcr
the physicians were still at work upo
him
Dead, dead. 1 knew ltr be cried, an
Ssashed out of the house.