Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1899-09-27

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seems to warn him not to answer, and
he is wise enough to obey.
CHOW, then" says Darrent cheerily
as he takes seat and refers to his
pocketbook, "stop me when l go wrong. /"
Again Mr.. Dobson merely mods
"Josiah Marsden, a queer old British
er, lived in an old rambling house
known as The Grange, quarter of a
mile from here-lived a solitary life;
reported to be miser; only two OF
three rooms used; no servants. A wom-
an came every morning for a few hours
and did what was wanted. She went,
as usual, on the 18th of this month
found Marsden dead, killed by stab
from q large clasp knife which was
found there; no other clew of any kind.
Is that right9"
Mr.. Dobson, who has been sagacious-
ly nodding his head in assent to each
sentence as Darrent has read 1t out,
now mods 1t more emphatically as he
concludes, and, after taking few
whiffs at his pipe, asks, "What's the
reward7"
Nothing unless the relatives offer
it."
"oh"
''Now, then, what can you add to
what I've read3'
Something that will puzzle the
clever Chicago detectives, with all their
brag," Dobson answers, with grin.
"On the night of the murder there was
q heavy fall Of snow-it began at II
and ceased at land none has fallen
since in Norcombe."
"WellF'
1.-THE murderer entered at the front
Of The Grange; went right in through
the street door. I traced his footsteps
from the gate to the door,"
"Yes.''
"That's ALL"
"What do you meant"
"He never left. There were no foot
steps from the house"
Herbert Darrent bends his head in
thought for moment Here was the
chief Of police repeating exactly the
same story as the driver Of the dogcart
had told him. He knits his brows and
ponders, attempting to solve the prob.
lem.
every well; go on, he says at last.
Anything elsef"
Nothing" shortly replies Dobson,
annoyed at the Indifferent air Of the de-
tective. 81 suppose you know the muir
derer already, chr"
81 think, Mr.. Dobson," he quietly
answers, "if you've any respect for the
post you hold, you'll keep that fool
tongue of yours quieter. Murder is not
q joke specially arranged for an ordi.
nary cop to air cheap wit upon"
The man Pushes with wounded pride
and glares at the fire.
"I'm getting sick of the whole blessed
thing" he growls at last. "Being cross
questioned twice in one day by Chicago
detectives is enough to try any ones
temper"
"Whatf'
First one detective, then another.
It's sicken.ng."
"Do you mean to tell me you've hat
detective here before met"
Eyes; this morning"
FROM Chicagor
eyes"
"How do you knowf"
"He said so.
"Ohl He said 80, did he, Mr.. Dob
son, and you believed himf Did 70,
ask big, for his authority3"
"No."
"Then you are fooll Wake up
man, wake upl Rouse YOURSELF VIVA
was he likef What did he dot VIVA
did he sayP Where is heS" shoute
Darrent In short, snappy sentences Liz
pistol shots.
Glow do know where he isl b
came this morning and said he'd jus
arrived by train from Chicago and hs
driven over"
"What time was thatf"
"Ten."
"Then how the deuce could he com
from ChicagoH"
II never thought Of that"
"No. of course you didn't. Mr.. Dol
son. Go on"
, "He said he'd come to look into th
murder, so took him up to The Grang
and told him all about it.
"Well, is that all9"
~ showed him the knife"
(Which, Of course. you let him tai
, away"
! "No, l didn't. He didn't ask for 1t.
"Ohl That's relief anyhow. The
he didn't take anything awayf
"Yes, he did"
"What3"
, "Some chessmen.
"Chessmenf'
eyes; q set Of carved Indian ches
8 men-horses and elephants and thing
He said that he had an idea they ha
something to do with the murder"
"a set Of carved chessmen-ivory.
supposed"
eyes"
!. Anything elsef
y ''Nothing."
: "You're sure he took nothing elsei =
Certain
every well, Mr.. Dobson. l ehsll r
:. port your idiocy to your mayor" Da
y rent remarks as he finishes writing
" his pocketbook and rises from his sea
: "What the deuce" he mutters TO hir
= self, ibid he take a set Of chessmen
and leave the knife, and who the die
ems is heH''
"Do you want to know anythil
else3" Dobson sulkily asks as he I
lights his pipe, which he has let go o
during the cross examination.
Eyes; give me the name and parti
ulars about every one related to
friendly with the dead man. Any sons
"No; at least don't know. Perha
he is his son. You never know. o
Marsden always said he adopted hil
I don't believe it.
"Never mind what you believe, N
Dobson. I'm asking for facts. We
who is itf"
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