Arizona republican., 1898-01-24
From Clue to Climax.
By Will N. Harben.
Continued From Yesterday.)


 to be arguin' with him in a low, steady voice, and the stranger would break in and beat the table with his fist. Once l heard him say he wanted half of some thin, and just after master answered l heard blows and the fallin' of chairs. l thought I had waited as long as I could, and, grabbin' old pistol that 1 always kept by me, I rushed in. Mas ter was on one side of the room, behind a sofa, and the fellow was hOldin' a chair by the back and just about to raise it. When he saw me and my pistol he put down the chair. and, with an lowed him as far as the front door and saw him spring over the fence and walk away quick.
 Then I went back to master. To my surprise, he was tryin' to smile as if nothin' had happened; but he was as white as a ghost. For a minute he couldn't say word. Presently he said:
 'Rather nasty temper he has, Mat thews- My friend was little upset, but he would have come around all right. You frightened him away with that pistol.'
 '''Didn-t he strike you, master?' asked. I thought I heard you fightin'. And then noticed bruised spot on his forehead which showed mighty plain under his white hair an on his pale skin. He saw me lookin' at it, and put his hand over it, but he was so excited he couldn't keep from showin' that he lat l,nn hal ha cause of the trouble was.
 '''That fellow was drunk master said I think his mind is wrong. too. a httle Yes, he did strike me, and reck- on you were right to come when you did
 .'Then he asked me if I was sure my pistol was loaded, and told me to sleep m his room, and see that the windows aud all the doors were locked"
 Was that all?" asked the colonel, deeply interested
 "Yes, sir, except he made me promise not to mention the affair to MT. Whid- by nor anyone else. I'm sure he didn't sleep arkyink that night, for I heard him roHhl' and tumbiin' in bed. an he'd get uY every now and then and eau siousG look out of the window
 After that, did you see anything to ~@Adic1gs that MT. Strong was ever Frightened or greatly excited about anything?"
 watchdog, the one that died last win ter, you know. He was always inter ested in him, and particular about leav- in him unclaimed at night. Then do seem to remember that now and then master would get q letter that would excite him somewhat. They always game in strange-looking blue envelopes. Once when 1 gave him one at break fast he turned pale when he opened it, and didn't finish catin'."
 Col Warrenton rose and knocked the ashes from his cigar.
 I've got an appointment down town," he said. -See here, Matthews. don't say anything about what you have told me. 1 am Investigating a Ittle an my own account in this mat ter and 1 don't want anyone to know it. Hold your tongue, and I'll see that ycu don't lose anything by it"
 X few minutes later the colonel was in his office downtown. He had just begun the iictation of letter to his stenayrapher when he heard the cry of q newsboy i'll the street.
 "Extrat Extra Morning News! New developments in the Leighton avenue \ murder case, Extra. EXtra!"
 The colonel weEt to the door quickly, and returned reading a newspaper still damp from the press. Under large, sen sationaI headlines he read detailed ac- count of d circumstance that seemed so bear strongly on the murder of the Right before No less than 25 type written notes had been picked up in different parts of the city early that morning; they had been found on the sidewalks, under the doors of private residences, in the yards of unoccupied houses, ill the mail boxes by letter-car- riers, behind the counters of shops, and une in the coat pocket of MT. William Eoundtree, the mayor, who had de- elared to reporter that it must have Seen put there while he was wearing the coat.
 The wording of all the notes was ex- actlN Ilic SdIQo, d1ll TdIl siS lt.liOAS-
 t'Ncbcdy will ever discover who murdered kRichard N. Strong. It will be useless to ry. The secret lies in the smile the dead mans face. Who put it there, and how was it done? These questions will Eeanain unanswered till the end of time But this is not all. Before long others will wear the dead, white smile.
 ONE WHO KNOWS HIS BUSINESS"
 Col Warrenton hurriedly read the rest of the sensational article, then threp. aside the paper, and n ent down the street for two or three squares and uE to the office of the mayor. He sent in tis card, and was admitted at once. Mir. Roundtree was writing at his desk. but he rose and drew a chair near him : for IS friend to sit down. 'i iust ran in to see about that note you got," said the lawyer. ''Is it a fact tLat you found it III your pocket?" @ Tie mayor thrust his right hand into