The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1899-07-08
CT 4 PIER Y

Audbl, the cOdcnlnan Is the acConlpilce
of the villain who rang the door bell"
CHAPTER Y.
1T eight o'clock the detective entered
his office, and lighted the two lamps that
it contained. He laid two large rcvolvers
on one corner of his desk and beside them
placed Il pair of handouts, shackles and
a coil of rope.
"A formidable array" he thought as he
covered them with a paper. ANY Ord
nary mans knees would quake under him
at sight of that layout. 1t will not be
difficult to obtain a confession from Adam,
if he did the deed. And then, to weave
network around the form of Herman Cra-
ven"
He was seated at his desk when the
door opened, and Caban conducted the
sable coachman into the room.
Adam was a coal black negro Of, per
haps, thirty years Of age, of medium stat
ure, and fair type he looked, as he stood
there, dressed in the livery of Alvin De
Kosette, of the oldtime coachman, be
fore the black race was emancipated
There was 4 look of curiosity. but not
Of fear, on his black face as the detective
said: Come forward, Adam, and stand
before this desk"
The negro did 50.
"A little more to the left, Adam-right
opposite the center. There, that will do.
How came you with your livery on to-
night"
"Kazc been spcctin' orders to gear ND
and bring de carriage out all day, Mars
Lang. | fought dcy might want it in Il
hurry and | would be ready. | les tell
Ben he could take de harness off de horses
when lief de barn"
Il believe you so by the name of Adam
DeRossette: You never had any other
master than Alvin DcRosctte?'
NO, Mars Lang. no, and l nebber spec
to have as good a one again. Thar ain
no mo- lax Mars Alvin"
'Thcn why, you vilainous wretch, did
you murder him. exclaimed the detcc-
tive, springinG to his feet his black eyes
flashing and seemingly piercing to the ne
gro's soul, as with a sudden movement he
snatched the papers from the desk
Adam was paralyzed. An aShen color
overspread his black features. His knees
Knocked together. His eyes were fixed
on those of the detective, before whom.
many a murderer had qualcd. He en-
dcavored to speak, but his lips emitted no
sound.
Look on the evidence of your guilt,
Adam DeRosctte, Look on this desk, and
not at me-
The negrO'S eyes followed those of Sci
lars, and the first object that met his
downward gaze was bloody garment
that thirty-six hours before had rested on
his own back.
"My-my shut. Wha-whar You get
dat shut, Mars Lang?" he muttercd. in
surprise, almost forgetting his sudden
alarm.
You admit that the shirt is yours,
Adam DeRosette. Where did you place it
after you had perpetrated your foul
crimet'
II put dat shut IN a barrel in de har-
ness room of de barn, whar | keeps NV
durty close, and | kiyercd it up wild some
grain bags, Mars Lang, artcr | kill some
chickens fer Aunt Hannah yestday
mornin'.'
And that blood, Adam DcRosettct"
What dat blood came from? Why, de
chickens what | Kill fer Aunt Hannah.
Oars de stick of cord wood now, right
back of de kitchen, whar | cut dar heads
off. Oar was three of dem. One was a
L.
when | clip his haid, de rascal flew right
agin me, here, and de blood squirt all ober
my shut. Hannah say she could kill chick
en- better dan dat, when | han dem to her
Oats what make me put dat shut in de
barrel, kaze twas a clean shut dat morn
in. Lord, how you skecr me, Mars Lang.
| earn scacely stand up. Fer dc Lawd'S
sake, wha' You gwine DO wild dem 'volvcrs
md ctln 10 hal,
cy on Adam, You's got rope, too
Down on his knees sank the negro with
a groan.
There, there, Get up, Adam. get up"
cried SclIars, who saw how far from hav-
ing a clue to the bankers murder he was.
What did tell you, CaIbanE" he said.
turning to that individual. Il know
could brighten him out of his wits Get
up, Adam. l only wished to show Calban
that you were not as brave rs he thought
YOU. He has been boastiuS that if You
had slept in the house you would have
fought for your masters life
I'D a fit till | died. Mars Lang"
Sobbed the negro, giving 4 deep sigh Of
relief as he arose to his feet; but whar
you get dat Shut"
"Oh, | had to have that to carry out my
plan. 1t was easy to obtain i'll know
they had chickens for dinner at your mas
ter's Yesterday"
Fer de Lawd's sake
Yes and | know you were counting
Cindy Freeman, and spent the evening OF
the night Of the murder with her in Or.
Trccman's Kitchen"
"Lawd. Is You got any ting agin dat.
Mrs Lang:"
Nothing. Adam. nothing. And now,