The Independent. [volume] (Honolulu, H.I.) 1895-1905, 1899-07-22
Was 1t Murder.
with an apology to Old sleuth.)

gloomingIy in the volcanic smoke
which obscured everything.
In the Office OF the officer on duty
deep silence reigned, Stocks had
gone down and there was no reason
to rejoice. The handsome junior
Deputy Marshal was in deep
thought delibersting in his mind
whether to dis6gure his pretty
mustache in an attempt to disguise
himself for effectually for the opium
raid which he was contemplating.
Hark; hurried footsteps we're ap-
preaching, and nobody ever hurries
at police station.
An officer opened the door and a
truthful hut pale man entered, and
in hoarse whisper said MURDER.
The Deputy Marshal forgot his
disguise and he opium, Jumped to
his feet and asked whom, where,
how often" and other pertinent ques-
tions.
The informer collected his senses
and he unfolded tale which made
the energetic officials tall collar
take tumble.
"On the top OF Mount Tsntalus,"
said the terrified informer, two bo5s
have found the evidence OF most
frightful tragedy. The facts gather
ed by them while they we're steal
ing-beg pardon gathering fire.
wood are awful. A dead woman
buried in newly dug grave; a pool
OF blood Is Shy "a" under Encalyp-
tus tree; petticoat spattered with
blood; man of unknown nation
alty dripping with gore and with
unkempt hair"
The brave Deputy didn't hesitate
for moment. When duty OF Che Fa
calls him he has always been known
to be there.
Regardless OF expense he clutched
his faithful revolver and telephoned
for hack. He might have sent
mounted patrolman to the scene OF
the tragedy but then this story
would never have been printed.
The hack arrived and the Deputy
and strong officer started for the
mountain. It was pitch dark (wasn't
it moonlight while ago y and the
officers carried with them their bulls
eye lantern. AT the foot of Punchbowl
they were reinforced by several
hundred excited Portuguese men,
soldiers and women who furnished \
the ghastly details OF the horrible
crime.
They knew the murdered woman
who was an American. They knew
her husband who killed her at 8 p.
m. and left by the Moana at p m.
They knew the blood and the skirt
and the grave, and the procession
moved on.
By this time there were eight
passengers on the hack and the
horse recently imported from the
coast was getting tired.
EDWARDS, onwards, was the cry
and nearer and nearer to the pool of
blood moved the upholdsrs OF stern
justice, the avengers OF crime at go
much month
AT this moment the young chief
of the "foinest in blue" considered it
appropriate to make some enquiries
After smart cross examination he
elected the fact that his informer
had the story from the two boys who
had it from an old woman who lives
about six miles from Tantalus and
had heard the yarn-imperfectly-
from her cat, One thing the boys
were sure OF and that was the pool,
and to that spot they directed the
indefatigable Sleuth.
True the pool was there and the
blood colored fluid was visible. A
sample was taken at once to be sub
mitted to experts who doctor the
dead people in the morgue. Behold,
when looking at the sample in the
moonlight assisted by the bulls eye
lantern, the official at once saw that