Arizona republican., 1898-01-29
From Clue to Climax
By Will N. Harben.
Continued From Yesterday.)

(Continued From Yesterday.)
 ''Now think I see what Mrs. Walters means" Hendricks broke in, with a slight frown. "It is easy to see what we know exists" He put his hands on the rail of the fence, and. with the grace and ease of an acrobat, sprang over the disappointed palings. The others passed through a gate near by, and came round to him as he was on his hands and knees, examining two deep ly marked tracks in the yellow clay.
 ''Wore number ten,'' he said. Had any rain out here in the last two days 2" He was looking up at Fred Walters. ''I think not-none for a week. re- piled Walters, looking inquiringly round the group.
 Hendricks said nothing, but, mo- tioning them to stand out of the way, he stood behind the footmarks and, with half-closed eyes, steadily sighted at the umbrella he had stuck in the earth, slowly moving from side to side and up and down.
 That's all we can do here" he said. finally. T shall run over in the yard and see if I can see anything of the bullet" Again he vaulted over the fence, walked hurriedly across the gfass. passed his umbrella, and began to examine the plastered wall of the conservatory beyond. He did not turn . his head or make any remark as the others approached.
 Did you expect to find it there?" asked Mrs. Walters, with smile.
 Hardly" he replied. T only wanted to confirm my belief that it was not there
 Ah." sic said, and her eyes fell be- lore his sharp glance.
 If you are through, we will go in out of the sun" said the mayor. trace of impaticacc in his tone. You may use my telephone if you want to communi- cate with your men,"
 'sI want to nose around little out lere," said Hendricks, lightly. Where does your gardener keep his tools?" MT. Roundtree called Robert, the gardener, who stood On the veranda with the other servants, and he came to him.
 tSWhere do yon keep your tools?' asked IIendricl>s-''your hoes, rakes, knives and such things?"
 .'In the little room in the conserva- tory. sir" Robert replied.
 ''Oh, in here" Hendricks entered the conservatory and tried the door of the little room near the entrance.
 ''1t is locked, sir,'' said Robert, pro ducing a bunch of keys.
 Ut was not last night" said Hen dricks, as he thrust the key into the lock-
 ssNo, sir. forgot it last night" And Robert looked at the detective super stitiously.
 "No harm done," replied Hendricks. He opened the door and glanced at a heap of gardening implements on the floor.
 You ought to hang up your water ing pot" he remarked to the servant. Tt will rust the bottom to set it down damp"
 T usually do, sir." the man stam- mered. ''I thought did the last time. g The detective picked up the water
 
 water on the ground. "You ought to have given that to your thirsty plants, ' he said.
 '.It is the first time have left water in it. sir," apologized Robert. 'I sup pose was absent minded yesterday" 'tSo you have not used it to-day?'
 ''No, sir.''
 "Well. that's all," said Hendricks, turning to the mayor. Tt is very per pleXing case indeed"
 Shall l telephone my men?" asked Capt. Welsh Don't you think we ought to take some steps to catch the feuow?"
 Not yet" replied Hendricks; and, walking by Welsh, he nudged him sharply with his elbow. But we can go into the house out of the sum-
 As they started to the house Hen dricks dropped back with Fred Wal ters and his wife, but she went forward and joined her mother. When they were in the hall Hendricks said: Where is your study, Mir. Roundtree This room on the right?"
 ''Yes," replied the mayor.
 wen, let $ go III there a moment. [. Ah!" he exclaimed, in g tone of satis- faction, as they entered the room, you bave typewriter. It is just what want; I must write a letter at once to my assistant in New York, to tell him that I am detained here. But l can't use this make of machine Who uses it, MT. Roundtree? An, see Mrs. Walters dOes''