The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1897-12-14
CHAPTER XIX.

Hardly a more disreputable spot
could have been found in all New York
than the immediate vicinity of the
house to which they had been directed.
Along the street were several opium
dens, dimly lighted, and on the corner,
not far away, man was selling hot
sausages from steaming vessel over a
charcoal fire.
AS Hendricks and the doctor were
alighting from the cab near the house
to which they were going, a solitary
policeman approached, and was about
to pass, when Hendricks called to him.
The detective introduced himself and
told the astonished fellow to stand in
readiness near the door of No. SGT. The
policeman consented, evidently highly
fattered at being in the service of the
famous detective.
AS they went up the steps to the little
stoop Hendricks advised the policeman
to pass on, so as not to be noticed by
whoever opened the door. The detective
rang. There was faint light shining
through the grimy transom over the
door, but no sound came from within.
Hendricks rang again, and when the
changing of the bell had died away a
door beneath the stoop opened, a chain
ratified against an iron gate, and wom-
an half clad and with hair disheveled
came out amidst a heap of garbage and
ash barrels and glared up at them.
''What do we want?" she asked crust
lily.
eve have an appointment with a Mr..
Farleigh, who has a room here, I think"
Hendricks replied.
ga purity time O. night for it," snarled
the woman. But promised the gin
tleman to let ye in, an so, if yen wait
till L come up, I'll open the door,
In a minute she, admitted them.
aye was to go up to his room-the top
floor front; We can't miss it. I would
go up ahead O. We, but I'm that stiff
| that"
We'll get there all right" Hendricks
| interrupted, passing her. eve won't
be long. Would you mind leaving the
door unlocked?"
mot at all, SIR" she replied. The de-
| tective thanked her, and went up the
stairs. =
The door of the room in the front, on
the top floor, was closed. There was a
transom over it, but no light shone
through. Hendricks knocked and wait
ed. Then he put his hands on the latch.
As he did so, DIR. Lampkin drew his re-
volver.
Hendricks laughed grimly. "Put it
up," he muttered. "You won't need
it,"
| The door was not fastened. Hen
bricks pushed it open, and as he did so
some strips of cotton batting fell to the
floor from the side and the top. The
room was very dark. The outside blinds
had been closed, and the curtains drawn,
so that no light came in from the street
below nor from the moon above
| The detective struck a match, and
lighted the gas near the door. The yell
low glare filled the room and revealed
a gruesome sight. A bed stood in the
righthand corner, and on his side, his
face to the windows, lay the body of a
man. a 44-caliber, old-style pistol had
been tied to the back of chair in such
way that the muzzle was within three
inches of dark hole in the mans tenn
pie.
Original ideal" was Hendricks first
observation. He pointed TO faint line
of ashes from the chair, across the bare
floor, to the airhole of little stove in
the fireplace.
Il can't understand it," said DR..
Lampkin, STOPPING to examine the ashes.
Hendricks opened the door of the
stove
Il have never seen this method be-
FORE" he said, rehectively. THE line
of ashes was made by fuse running
from the tube of the pistol to a candle
! "a the stove. See, here are the remains
+, d the wick, and some of the tallow.
The fuse was fastened in the end of the
candle; he lit it, closed the door of the
stove, to keep the light from disturbing
him, and lay there waiting for it to
! burn down TO the fuse and thus fire the
pistol. 1t must have been his intention
! to- have death come upon him while he
was asleep"
! my God! what an idea!'' exclaimed
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