Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1896-01-24

4 glednl of triumph gltStencd In his eye.
and shape. Any one who should attempt
to piece together note which Mr..
Barnes had thus destroyed would have q
task. Standing by the window, he tossed
them high in the air and saw them scat
tered by the wind.
At half past o'clock he stood before
the apartment house in East Thirtieth
street. The janitor was sweeping from
the pavement a light snow which had
fallen in the early hours of the morning.
Mr.. Barnes, without speaking to the
man, walked into the vestibule and
scanned the names over the letter boxes.
None of them contained the one which
he sought, but there was no card in No.
5. Recalling that in Wilson's report a
light had disappeared from a window
on the fifth floor, he knew that it could
not be unoccupied. To get in he resorted
to q trick often practiced by sneak
thieves. He rang the bell of No. /, and
when the door silently swung open he
walked in, apologizing to the servant on
the first landing for having "rung the
wrong bell," and proceeded up to the
fifth floor. Here he rang the bell of the
private hall belonging to that special
apartment. He could have rung the
lower bell Of this apartment at the out
set, but he wished to make it impossible
for any one to leave after his signal an
nounced visitors. He stood several min
utes and heard no sound from within.
A second pull at the bell produced no
better results. Taking firm hold of the
doorknob, he slowly turned it, making
not the slightest noise. To his surprise,
the door yielded when he pressed, and
in a moment he had passed in and
closed it behind him. His first idea was
that, after all, he had entered an empty
apartment, but glance into the room
at the farther end of the hall showed
him that it was furnished parlor. He
hesitated moment, then walked stealth
ily toward that room, and, looking in,
saw no one He tiptoed b: OK to the hall
door, turned the key, took it from the
lock and dropped it into his pocket.
Again he passed forward to the parlor,
this time entering it. 1t was elegantly
and tastefully furnished. The windows
opened on tho street. Between them
stood a cabinet writing desk, open, as
though recently used. Beside it was all
enamel piano lamp, possibly the same
which had furnished the light which
Wilson had suddenly missed several
hours before Opposite the windows a
pair of folding glass doors communi-
Gated with an apartment beyond. These
were closed. Peeping through part OF
the pattern cut in the glass, Mr.. Barnes
could just distinguish the form Of o
woman in bed, her long hair hanging
down from the pillow. This sight made
him uncertain as to the next move.
This was possibly Mrs. Rose Mitchell,
as she had announced herself. She was
asleep, and he had entered her apart
ment without any warrant for doing so.
True, he looked upon her with some sus-
picion, but the most innocent frequently
suffer in this way, and without better
reason than he had he knew that he
could not account legally for what he
was doing.
AS he stood by the glass doors cogitat-
ing he chanced to ic,)k down. Instant
ly his eye was attracted by that which
made him shiver, as accustomed as ne
vas to strange sights. 1t was tiny RED
stream, which had managed to pass un-
der the door and had then run along fhe
edge of the carpet for the space OF a few
inches Instantly he stopped, dipped his