The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-10-03

moment surrounds Mr.. Leo Warehouse.
/ have called you all here to tell you that
now i fancy there may be one" An
other GREATNESS pause, as fetched out a
square of cardboard. All hangs upon this"
l said, "a photograph of the deceased
gentlemans eyes, taken after death. Two
hours back made the accidental discov-
cry that there was In those eyes the indei-
IDLE reflection of a face; a face, all but
recognizable at sight. And then / re-
membered something. BY tomorrow
morning, IL there Is any basis for the well
known scientific theory that the eyes Of a
person meeting death by foul play often
catch and retain a likeness of the assas-
sins features, we may be in possession
of the truth. Is this the face of Mr. Leo
Warehouse? / am not at all certain of II !;
] am going straight away now TO have
this snapshot of mine enlarged tenfod,
and then -. In the meantime, / will
ask you not TO let the matter go beyond
the house,
A SILVER and then cranng of pale faces
to catch a glimpse of the photograph, but
/ was gone before they fully grasp what
said. / had mentioned to Kate, and she
followed me to the hall door like one CROP
ing in a dream.
"Wil1 you-will you save me?" recol-
iect her whispering. you have discov-
cred this, you suspect some one, and yet
yOu WdII tiiNiu dits lOu-it ID IdiSts DnOW
me that photograph, or / shall scream
outr'
"Shl you're too sensible" 1 said. "The
photograph? 1t is a blank card, see?
Mrs. Warehouse, I've simply played a
card don't possess, that's all. Time is
precious. Now, listen. They think | am
off to town; you let me in by the drawing
room window in ten minutes from now.
Good-by First train in the morning.
.II dI T....1 4
-Four hours later, when everything was
quiet, / heard some one creeping along
the passage leading from the servants
quarters, and up the stairs. / had been
waiting in the drawing room, I was out in
a jiffy. A man--yes, he was standing at
the top of the flight, as If afraid to go on.
l had him! Up / crept. He went straight
along to that room, and tried the handle
When it gave he jumped back, and al
most saw me. Another second-then In he
went. / heard him striking a match. /
was there! He had lit candle
and was turning this way and that
drawn, white face that bore the marks Of
the four hours suspense. 1t was
Silverley, for years the valet of the man
lying behind those white hangings; and IL
seemed that my bit of bluff was going to
have results. Holding the candle high, he
drew back the hangings and stared hard
at the poor old gentleman's yes.
They were closed, of course and would
never open again. He had waited four
hours in fever for nothing at all
click behind him did the rest. | was
pulling the door TO- and he sprang across
in fair frenzy-just too late. / managed
to lock 1t on the outside, and his nerves
weren't proof against that second shock.
He gave n sort of choking scream and
then all was quiet. Down ran and woke
one of the servants. However, when we
opened that door there was no need TO
use force or even to ask questions. He
was on his knees there and gasped out
the truth on the spot.
IL did Il in self-defense! Let me out
only let me outl They'll never hang me-
they Couldn't You Think It was all aui-
ct in there. / ran through the drawing
room, and along the balcony and he was
sitting with his head down, SO; and the
packet was lying there-anyone's proper
~! III thought he was in a fit, ana
found my hand on the packet before /
knew IL. He saw me, and snatched at my
throat, like this, In a passion. He was
mad, and would have strangled me, and
Il had to do it! Then / was frightened
and ran back. l never meant to let Mr..
Warehouse in for 1t, till IL. Oh. heav-
ems! l didn't What have / said?''
A bit more than I'd expected Enough
at any rate, to get him penal servitude
Eth! What did YOU say2 That scientific