Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-10-25

nering the matter over and gazing down
On the bloody garment before him. Sud
tenly he turned to the negro:
What is the name Of this negress cook
of DIR. Freeman'sY' he asked.
'She call hersef Cindy Freeman-Dr
Freeman raise her"
well. you have a severe toOthache.
Calban-a terrible tOOthachev'
The negro grinned
Go to DIR. Freeman, tell him sent you
for something to ease your tooth. See
this girl, Cindy, and in your own way as
1ci:S:in il Adam was there last night and.
u sc. al what time he took his departure
ion understand?"
Yes, Mars Lang, l understan'. I tell
1er hear dat Adam. de coachman of dc
! 'ich banker what got kill, was courtin'
aer. She lax dat. Den she say: Mr.. De
kossette war here las night Oh, fine
Il out"
well. after you have ascertaincd that
90 to the bankers. Iou may be able to
see Hannah without anyone else observ-
ng you; II so. tell her to slip over here at
nine O'Clock tonight. sharp. for five min
ltes, without the knowledge of anyone
about the premises.
After that keep your eyes on Adam un.
II dark, unknown to him. Watch his ev-
I Try movement. The carriage will proba-
oly not be out to-day. Notice il Adam
goes to the house, also IL Herman Craven
visits the barn. and at half past eight tell
Adam that wish to see him. Mark well
how ne receives the news, and brin. him
here with you. Do not let him visit the
house or leave your presence after you
have delivered this message until he
stands before me in this room. I>shall
be busy until that time. You may go now
+ You have done WELL"
Tank you. Massa! My toof am hop
pin right now," and Calban, with one
I land at his ponderous jaw, left the room
The detective spread two newspapers
over the shirt, placed several books on top
If them, and left the office. locking the
ioor behind him.
This may or may not be an important
clue" he thought. as he made his way
DOWN town. "At least, it is one that must
| be followed up. I must ascertain, and to
| certainty. how a shirt Of the negro
Adam happened to bear blood stains at
this critical time. For aught know the
life blood of the banker marks it, and
Adam, the coachman, is the accomplice
If the villain who rang the door bell"
| CHAPTER X.
At eight o'clock the detective entered
dis office, and lighted the two lamps tha,
/ it contained. He laid two large revolvers
on one corner of his desk and beside them
placed a pair of handouts, shackles and
a 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 be
| difficult to obtain a confession from Adam,
il he did the deed. And then, to weave u
| network around the form of Herman Cra-
| ven"
He was seated at his desk when the
| door opened, and Calban 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
Rosette, of the old-time coachman, be-
fore the black race was emancipated.
There was a look Of curiosity, but not
IF fear, on his black face as the detective
said: Come forward. adam, and stand
before this desk
The negro did so.
"a little more to the left, Adam-righ,
opposite the center. There, that will do
How came you with your livery on to
nightr
.Kaze been spectin' orders to gear up
and bring de carriage out all day, Mars
Lang. l fought dey might want it in n
hurry and 1 would be ready. l jes' tel
Ben he could take de harness off de horses
when lef de barn."
Il believe you go by the name of Adam
DeRossette? You never had any other
master than Alvin DeROsetteY'
NO, Mars Lang, no, and nebber spec
to have as good a one again. Thar ain
no mo- lax Mars Alvin"
Then why, you villainous wretch, die
you murder himT exclaimed the detec
tive. springing to his feet, his black eyes
flashing and seemingly piercing to the ne
ero's soul, as with a sudden movement hs
snatched the papers from the desk.
Adam was paralyEed. An ashen color
oyerspread his black features. His knee:
knocked together. His eyes were fixed
on those of the detective. before whom
many a murderer had quailed. He en-
deavored to speak, but his lips emitted NJ
sound.
Look on the evidence Of your guilt
Adam DeRosette! Look on this desk, ant
not at mev'
The negro's eyes followed those Of Sci
lars, and the first object that met hi.
downward gaze was a bloody carmen
that thirty-si hours before had rested OF
his own back.
"My-my shut! Wha-whar you ge
dat shut, Mars LangY" he muttered, il
lsurprise, almost forgetting his sudder
alarm.
"You admit that the shirt Is yours
Adam DeRosette. Where did you place l
after you had perpetrated your fou
crime7"
II put dat shut in a barrel In de har
pess room of de barn, whar l keeps m.
durty close, and I kivered it up wild som
Grain bags, Mars Lang, arter l kill som
Chickens fer Aunt Hannah yestida.
mornin'."
"And that blood, Adam DeRosetter'
.What dat blood came from2 Why. d
chickens what I kill fer Aunt Hannah
Dor's de stick Of cord wood now. r1gh
hack of de kitchen, whar l cut dar head
off Oar was three of dem. One was
rooster. and shu's you born. Mars Lang
Iuhep I clip his haid, de rascal hew righ
aoin me. here, and de blood squirt all obe
NV shut. Hannah say she could kill chick
an better dan dat, when I han dem to nei
lDat'. what make me put dat shut IN
harrel. kaze twas q clean shut dat morn
IN Lord. how you skeer me, Mars Lang
!, earn scacely stand up. Fer de Aa"o
isake. wha' you gwine do wild dem 'voiver
ona dem oder tinss? De Lawd hab mei
cy on Adam! You's got rope too! -.
Down on his knees sank tne nesfo wiz
l.