Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1899-01-20
a CLEVER DETECTIVE.
ife Who Proved TO Be Regular Sher-
lock Holmes


No, Frank; |, myself, shall sift It
TO the bottom.
You, wifeys What could youdo2''
What have already doneS7
This was the conversation between
Frank Dakin and his young wife the
eyxning after then Iirst at home
steceeding the honeymoon tour OF
theNlst lakes
Anb0ng things presented was a
I purse containing 20 crisp ten-dollar
bills,
4 1T is mine, all minel" exclaimed
/ the bride, as playfully she tried TO
take the purse from her husband.
Nus, if you can get it, hc
laugfEds holding il above his head
a Just beyond her reach At this many
of the young folks rushed 10 her
assistance, and. seeing that he was
bested, he tossed The pnrse on the
h top Of large Bookcase.
"Therew he cried, 9it is safe now,
cure, and Ell let it stay there awhile, .
and he did, forgetting il altogether in
the frolicing that followed.
"Well, what have you done?' asked
Mr.. Dakin, as ncstopped eating
Just this You see, while clean
ing the parlor this morning espied,
lying near the wall on the floor, Mrs.
Halls letter Of regret. 1t had blown
from the secretary. AS | picked it
up ! clearly saw the print Of boot
heel upon it Somehow | instantly
thought of that purse, so ] got the
steps and it was gone; there was no
purse on that bookcase. In the dust
upon the back of the ornamental too
is clearly the impress of a hand, a
mans hand, and a large one it is.
And it was large hand that CROPPED
about for that purse as it lay in the
dust on top Of the case.
who did this?' | asked myself
A large man, surely, for that heel
print is large, the hands are large.
and had their owner stood upon
cbaja even then more than the tips
Of A fingers would have dragged
through the dust as he poked for the
. purse; 50, then, he is tall man, for
re reached up there on tiptoes and
his heel crushed into that letter as he
stepped back. Do you see%'
"Yes, wiley. Have you more?"
ooh, yes. He is no real gentleman,
for he wiped his dusty fingers upon
he under side of my lovely table
A-FWhat else, darling:"
swell, in bis boot heel are i've tiny
lorseshoes; there have been six, for
&She first and third are far enough
Apart to admit one
swell done, SIS Perhaps you fol-
loved him by this heel.
81 did, Frank, and he was one OF
the last to leave the house. as those
horseshoes nearly obliterate all other
footprints, and they can be seen down
the path and even TO the corner"
'Is that fact? Whom do you sus-
pect-any of our guests"
Certainly; who else could it be-?
1T is an awful thought, but let me
alone and III find that party between
now and Sunday or my name ISM
Eva Dakin."
''T'm glad of it, darling; / am proud
Of you. ] was going down the street
tonight, but now | am going to stay
home; yes, where are those fol-de-rol
Slippers of mine?"
Off came his shoes, and as his wife
took them from him, passing him the
slippers, he said; 81 always stand my
shoes on the windowsill TO air"
"Why, Frank Dakin" she ex-
claimed, as she stood aghast; chow
could you? You are just too mean
fer anything, so there"
"What now, pet? What's wrong?"
"Why, it was your heel"
Certainly, love. You see, |
thought Of that purse this morning,
SO | slipped in and took it. See here,
II banked the money to your exclusive
account" and he presented her the
bank book.
Crank, you're an angel" she cried.
81 presume 50, puss," said he, ten
derby, though it is contrary to what
l.,scu. were making me out only a mo-
.]mAnt aoo. But. nv GEORGE if is won