The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1899-03-19

punITy, tneTe Is not even u scrap JneIt u mOuso
could eat. | struck q match and glanced into
the flour, barrel. II looked az, II it. had been
lcEE Sd ! declare la II makes 2 iei!9 ~, i hS ro SIek X.
.'t"The. atmosphere here. is sitting" said he.
diatN relief. As he moved doWn the hall, tho
form of a man dar,;cned the doorway and he
heard an ANXIOUS voice cNclatm:
All, Mr.. lentOn. is that you; ] have been
lOORing for you everywhere"
1t was Sweetwater. the young man who had
previously shown so much anxiety TO DO OF
service to the Coroner.
Mr.. Ientun looked disrleased.
And how come you to find me hereY' he
I. some mon saw you take this road. andI
60; All; very good. And what do you want
1he;young man. who was glowing, with pride
aud all alive with an enthusiasm which he had
kept snErressed for hours, sEippsd un 70 the
made 4 discovery. sir. ! know you win ex-
cmse the p%resnmntion; but COULDN'T bring
fellows wake. l had to make Investigations
on pr NY own accom-, and .9ndh. ocn s' snoG
Of Agatha WeGh.'
The constable, compnsslonating the disap;
which he h9d jnst emerged - ,dr are l ate;
out ourselves. and h. lies inside there. dead"
1t was dark in thi" narrow, passageway and
Sweetwatcr's back. was. 70 the moonlight, SO
that the blank look which must have crossed
his face at this announcement was lost upon
the constable. But his conaternation was cyi.
dent from the way he thrust out either hand
to steady himself against the walls. and Mr..
Fenton was not at all surprised To hear him
Dead! lie! Who do you mean BY he. Mr..
""The man in whose house we now are" re-
turned the other. rs there any one else who
can be suspected Of this crime"
Sweetwuter gave, a gulp that seemed to re-
There arc two men living here. both very
good men; thought. When OF them do YOU
T Web Sa"!'s ""oe' could nave k''s' Agatha
For reply, Mr: TGnton drew him toward the h
10 H." said he. and see what can happen
in a Christian land, in the midst Of Christian
are dead, Swcctwater. dead from hunger. Tie
loaf Of bread you see there came too late. IT
Webs cupboard drawer
sa sMsGtT yiES so t" E wh2m the Th%is s tSepg
at the figure of James wing on the floor and
then at the figure of John seated OF the table.
"Dead% he wurmurel, Dead Johp and
town nndSr curse And he. fsil on his knees
before the PROSTATE form of James. only to
start up again as he saw the eyes OF Knapp
AM he muttered; the detective" And
after giving the nan from Boston a close look
man NH having ing kiII@d < %ebb,, What was va
itE ! was too dazed to take II in"
Mr.. Fenton, not understanding the young
tighten him as to the situation. told him what
r-as9ns, there were for ,ascribinG the crime in
the webb cottage to the mad need q, these
starving men. Sweetwater listened With open
eyes and con fused bearing. only controlNslE
guiet figure of the detective, now moving soft
ly 10 and fro through the room. .,
Pat. why murder when he could have had
his loaf for TIE aSkipE:n remonstrated sweet
oUt a mea;; any time to feed alwanderinG tramp;
how much more to supply the necessities Of
tw9 Of her 0IHG5t a ana t dearest e !!!5fis S9 e., forget
or perhaps never know that the master. passion
Of these men was pride. James, Lakel ask for
ing it: yes. or Striking a blow for It, so that the
blow forever shut the eyes that saw him do IL
ton, How can your" Sweetwater's hand was
on the. breast OF the accused man, as he snoke.
and his Ms, m nan t1 iva was aimoit solemn s. Tant or. 1 bIs
green eye twinkling with q curious light. that
al wisdom, comes from Boston, We in Snther-
l%t' YET cen "ai recSsnized You arc saatisdesd"H"
Here he addressed himseltto Knapp. that the
blow which killed Agatha Webb was struck by
THIS Respectable old man.
knarp smiled rs If q child had asked him this
question; but Unanswered Him good-humored-
You see the dagger wing here with which
the.deed was done. and yon see the bread that
was bought from Lotion with n $50 bill OF
Agatha Wehb's money. In these you can read
my ans Ner;
Good evidence" acknowledged Swectwater,
VERY good evidence. when we remember, Mr.,
Cranes story OF the old man he met rushing
from her satawav with something Glittarins Ia
his hand. | never was 80 beat in my life. and
YET and yet-if | could have q few minutes OF
quiet thought all hy myself I am certain |
Ter than you think. Indeed. / snow that there
is. but do not Ike T. give my reasons II,
have have T meT haGinr th lad qi ,hst s5S inrrS'e"'eu D'
What fellow is this'' suddenly broke in
"a fiddler. q nobody" quietly whispered Mr.
Fcnton in his ear.
Sweetwa;er heard him and changed IN 2
twinkling from the uncertain. half-buflled
wholly humble person they had just seen to a
man With q purpose strong enough to make
Il, nm n musician he admitted. and play
on the violin Tor money whencyer the occasion
late vourscives 1pIn il YOU wish 70 rcach The
root ofthis mysterious and dastnrdly crime. Blu
,hfr | am N, %n",mdy 4eny "a ara a mean that thl,
night is o,er., Only give me an opportunity 70
considering. this subject, and the permission &c
walk for n few minutes. about this house.
t%ecttys nrmty, but Without Any display OF feel
ever clues the PLACE may present"
in " ,hps room ySn !! rif nsEa5 " Ew all that Mnt are ss az oH foun'
very @ell satisfied with himself.
Then give me q chance. prayed sweet
water. Mr.. Fenton.' lie urged more earnest
". Il am not the fool you take me for. | feel
I know. | haye a genius for this kind Of thing
and though | am not progressing to look q
and though | do play.the fiddle, | swear Their
are DEPTHS to this affair which none OF yo'
have as yet sounded. Slrs. where, arc, tn
$3.50 In bills which 90 TO make up the cleal
thousand that was taken from the SINAI
drawer. at the DacK Of Agatha Webbs eur
board2'
They are in some secret hiding place. n
doubt. which we will presently come upon n
we 20 through the house. answered KnapI
"Umphl, Then | advise You, 70 put you
hand on them as soon as POSSIBLE" retorte
!, SwcetwatHr. Il will conflne myself to gOinj
over tho. ground YOU have already. invcrticat
. ed" And with a sudden ignoring of the others
. presence. which could only have sprung froI
an intense cgutism or from an Overwhelming
d. belief in his own theory. he began an invests
| cation Of tn" room that threw the others NOR
commonplace efforts entirely in the shade.
Knanp, with a slight COMPRESSION of tn
lips. which was the sole expression OF anGs
he ever allowed himself. took up his hat an
made his bow to Mr.. FentOn.
II see" said he. that the Sympathy Of thos
| present is with local talent. Let local taler
work then. sir. and when you want me sen
20 thn tp,nrp ,~ tIn hn,Ea Uhnra I will u