Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1899-07-07

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could have mustered up the resolution he
necessarily must have had to have stolen
III on his master and struck that blow"
Thought Srllars. "True, Craven might
have promised him his freedom. hut it is
by no means certain that this shirt Is the
property of Adam. and 10y no means GER
tam that he placed ii in the barrcl.'
For five minutes the detective SAT non.
dcring tho matter over and gazing down
on the bloody armcn before him. S,,d.
denly he turned to the negro:
What is the name of this ncgress cook
of nr. Frrcman's?" he asked.
"She call herself Cindy Frccman-Dr.
Freeman raise her"
Well. yon have Il severe toothschc.
Calban-a terrible toutlaclc,,"
The negro grinncd.
u" To DIR. Freeman. tell him l sent you
Tor something to ease Your tooth. See
ms girl. Cindy. and in your own way as
certain 1T Adam was there last night and.
~ so. ut what time he took his departure.
Nou understandings
les. Mars I4aNg. ] undcrstan'. tell
her ! near dat Adam. dc c"achman of dc
rirh banker whit got kill. was courtin'
nrr. She lax dat. Den she say: MIR. DE
liosScttr war here las night Oh. 1 fine
it out"
We'll. after You have aScertainsi that
=" to the bankers. You may he able to
sce Hhhnah without anyone else olssery-
'ns yon; If 80. tell her to slip over here ut
illiic O'Clock tonight. sharp. for five min
utcS, without the knowledge of snvome
about the premises.
After that keep your eyes on Adam un-
I'll dark, unknown To him. Watch his ev-
cry movement. The carriage will prpba-
bly, not he out to-day. Notice if Adam
soes'to the house. also If Herman Craven
visits the barn. and at half past eight tell
Adam that l wish To see him. Mark we'll
how he receives the news. and bring him
here with YOU. do not let him visit tho
house or leave your presence after YOU
have delivered this message until he
stands before me in this room. shall
hc busy until that time. You NAV ~ now
You have lone we'll"
Tank you. Massa. My toof am hon.
pin right now" aud Callan. with one
hand at his pnndcrous jaw. left the NOM.
The detective spread two newspapers
over the shirt. placed several hooks ON ton
vi them. and left the office. locking the
door behind him.
This may or may not he an important
clue. he thought. as he made his way
down AT least. it is one that must
he followed up. must ascertain. and to
Il certainty. how IL shirt of the negro
Adam happened To bear blood stains AT
this critical time. For aught I know the
life blood of the banker marks it, and
.Ndatn. the %coachlnail, is the accomplicu
of the villain who rang the door HE'LL"
CHAPTER Y.
AT eight O'Clock the detective entered
his office. aud lighted the two lamps that
it contained. He laid two large rcvolvers
on one corner Of his desk and beside them
placed Il pnir of handouts, shackles and
II coil Of rope.
"A formidable array he Thought as he
covered them with a paper. ANY ordi.
nary mans knees would quake under him
at sight of that layout. 1t will not he
difficult to obtain IL confession from Adam,
ii ne did the deed. And then. to weave q
network around the form of Herman Ora.
ven"
He WAS seated at his desk when tht
door opened. and Calban conducted the
sable coachman into the room.
Adm WAS Il coal black negro of. per.
liap>. thirty years of agc. of medium stat
nrc. and Il fair type he looked. as he stood
there. dressed in the livery of Alvin Dc.
E">rttc. of. the oid-timc coachlnon. he.
fore the black race WAS emancipntAl,
There WAS Il look of curiosity, hut not
of fear. on his black face AZ the detective
said: Come forward. Adam, and stand
before this desk"
The negro did so.
"A little more to the left. Adlm-right
opposite the center. There, that will do,
How came YOU with your livery on to.
niGhty'
"kaze l been spcctin' orders to gear III
and bring de carriage out all day, Mars
Lang. i fought dey might want it in a
hurry and l would be ready. l jcs' tell
Ben he could take de- harness off de horses
when l lef dc barn"
II believe You go by the name Of Adm
DeItossette? You never had any other
master than Alvin DeItosette?"
mo. Mars Lang. no, and l nebher spec
to have as good Il one again. Thar ain
no mo- LAX Mars Alvin
''Thcn why. you villainous wretch, did
you murder HING exclaimed the detec-
tive. springing to his feet, his black eyes
flashing and seemingly piercing to the ne
gro's soul, as with a sudden movement he
snatchcd the papers from the desk.
Adam was paralyzed. An ashen color
ovcrspread his black features. His knees
knocked together. His eyes were fixed
on those of the detective, before whom
many Il murderer had quailed. He en-
dcavorcd to speak, but his lips emitted 10
sound.
Look on the evidence Of your guilt.
Adam DeRosette! Look on this desk, and
not ut mel"
The negro's eyes followed those of Sci
lars. and the first object that me- his
downward gaze was a bloody garment
that thirty-six hours before had rested on
his own hack.
"My-my shut! Mla-whar you get
dat shut. Mars Lang?" he muttered. n
surprise, almost forgetting his sudden
alarm.
You admit that the shirt is yours,
Adam DeRosette. Where did you place it
after o had perpetrated your foul
crime?"
IL put dat shut in a barrel in de har-
ness room Of do harm u.hae I Loaps ms,