Daily camera., 1897-09-03

we are" he said, as he crawled out into
the room
Mr.. Perry followed quickly, and
heard him eXclaim, in tones of horror:
What in heavens name is that?"
Wilson placed the lantern on the floor
and bent down over the PROSTATE body
of Mr.. Morley
"Why, were there two? Is he dead,
too?" Mr. Perry went on. "This is
terrible!-a most horrible affair! Who
can it be?''
The elder detective silently motioned
to Skinner, and together they gently
turned the body over.
The president leaned down, and then
started hac' CONSERVATION, doubt
amazement, horror, were on his face as
he glanced from one to the other of us.
Sylvester Morley" he finally
gasped. "Impossible." Then he leaned
over the body again. "It looks very
much like him, very much like him,
he whispered, glancing down at vii,
son, who Gravely nodded his head.
"What? You mean it is Morley-this
body Morley's? Great God in Heaven!'
We stood silently around the body for
some time, none of us willing to utter
a word. But the realization of what
the fathers death, and in such a vio-
lent way, would mean to Florence had
been growing stronger and stronger in
my mind, and finally broke down I'M
der it, covered my face with my hands
and groaned aloud.
Soon I felt touch on my arm. Glanc-
ing up, I saw Mr.. Perry standing be-
side me.
at is a most terrible affair, Nelson;
but never mind, my boy he said, soft
ly, in an attempt at comfort. His next
words told me, however, that he did
not know the real cause for my grief.
81 know how you must feel to have a
horrible event like this happen on your
place. But you are cleared, at any rate.
1t will soon be known that you are in
nocent of the crime the suspicion of
which you have borne so long and so
patiently
I made an effort at control, and when
I again addressed Mr.. Perry noticed
Wilson and Skinner holding whis-
pered conversation. The younger
mans face was toward me, and as
his eye caught mine there was 50
much pity and sympathy in it that l
could not help feeling some wonder
''To think of it all happening on my
grandfather's place, whose character
was as far removed from anything
criminal as heaven is high above
EARTH I finally managed to murmur.
unwilling to state the real cause of my
emotion.
SIS he quite dead?" Mr. Perry asked
again, turning to Wilson. For an
swer the detective pulled back his coat
and vest and pointed to the shirt bos-
ON, which was dyed with the life
stream.
"You see," he answered, quietly,
quite dead. Shot through the heart"
did Jackson do it?" the president
asked, turning to me. I nodded my
head.
"Why should he? What was Mr.
Morley"
Fortunately, Skinner, who had arisen
after his whispered conversation with
Wilson, and gone polzing about in the
corners and behind the empty barrels
and boxes, here uttered a shout which
caused US all to glance in his direction.
He was tugging at some object inside
of a barrel, and soon brought out a
large valise, which from it's apparent
weight and plethoric appearance was
stuffed full.
"Ah, that looks promising!" ejacu-
lated Mr.. Perry, starting eagerly for
ward.
The valise was deposited on the floor,
and the president went down on his
knees, in great excitement, to tumble
with the catch.
"Let me get at it, said Wilson.
While the two were endeavoring to
open the bag, Skinner came to where l
was standing, and, gazing down on the
dead man said in soft tones: '"ThiS