Arizona republican., 1898-02-09

my memory, if the Eotc had not left sort of uneasy impression on my mind that l might suddenly be called to New York, and, as I was deeply interested in this case, I dreaded interruption. IL was this frame of mind that caused Q very trifing circumstance to bring back the whole thing to me.
 ''The letter of apology which I had sent after the telegram happened to be put in an envelope bearing the business card Of my hotel in this city, under which. being rather methodical in al most everything, had written the num- Der of my room. We'll, in a few days 1t was returned to me marked: Not De- livered'
 This at once excited a suspicion that something was wrong-that some de- signing person, for reasons of his own, had tricked me into betraying my whereabouts. The telegram had not been returned. That showed that some enc at 234 Union street, Brooklyn, had received it and signed for it in due form, or I should have been advised of his failure to do so by the telegraph office here. The letter addressed in the same way had been returned. That rroved that Frederick Charlpiey either was not there or wanted me to think he was not. and my curiosity was reused. But. as your case was just then becom- ing more interesting, l put the letter away for safe keeping, along with the note to my mother, to take up again when 1 was mere at leisure, and dis missed them from my mind. However, as I said just now, there was something strangely familiar about the envelope we found at the rag shop yesterday, and I could not for the life of me tell what it could be. It was not until I had left you and reached my hotel last night that l found out. It was simply the large capital D in the center of the New York postmark, for it corresponded ex- actly with the big D in the postmark of the letter nN mother had received. You smile. You think that a very little thing. Well, so it was; but wait. The D indicated the station at which the letters were posted; they had both been mailed in the same postal district. l know that much, you see, as starter; but ] was not satisfied. I was sure the two envelopes held better c!ew be- tween them, and was bound to have it.
 q lay awake half the night, thinking. thinking, till I got so wrought up l could not reason logically at all. knew that would do no one any good, so I banished thoughts of all kinds, and was getting into drowsy state, in fact was almost dropping off, when sudden ly an idea popped into my brain.
 q sprang up, lit the gas, and with nly magnifying glass examined the letter which had been returned to me from New York marked: Not Delievcred. What do you suppose I discovered? My letter had been steamed and carefully opened. It was perfectly evident. could see indications of it's having been regummed and resealed. It is almost impossible to put paste on an envelope as smoothly by hand as it is done by a machine"
 So you thought" began Whidby.
 'Tbat when the individual who had written my mother under the name ot Frederick Champney had received the letter coming on the heels of my tele- gram, his first impulse was to return il unopened, Ecing afraid the reception of it would tend to show his whereabouts. But, being curious to know vhat 1 had to say, he first opened it, read it. and then sealed and returned it. Not bad idea, ch ?''
 Whidby nodded. Tt failed, however to take you in."
 Continued Tomorrow.)