The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1899-07-08
CHAPTER IL.

The decision of the jury of inquest,
Lang? Did they hold Robert Campbell
for trial? You are dreaming again.
"Oh. Yes, certainly, wife; they held him
for trial"
Poor Mrs. Campbell. Poor daughter,
and poor Robert. l don't believe he Is
guilty, Lang"
Time will tell, wife"
Il know you don't think so. You are
not satisfied. You have another mystery
on your hands. | can tell when you are
puzzled"
Where is Willie, wife?'
There he comes in at the gate now.
Since put trousers on him | cant Keep
him in the house"
Come here, you rascal cried Lang,
as he threw open the door, and in a mo-
ment more he was tossing the urChin up
to the ceiling.
Il goin do that, papa" he said, when
his father placed him on the floor.
DO what, son?'
"Toss up the kids when l get to be
great big detective"
Kids? What are kids, WiliieE
"Why, the boys-Tm a kid.
Better put the dress back on him
:
our family"
Then | won't be a kid, papa.
That's right, son-never be KID. but
Calban, wife; has he returnedE
"He was in the kitchen securing up your
rcvolvers few minutes ago. lie had
quite an arsenal there. But come, let Cal
ban go until after dinner. 1t Is on the
table now
"As you say. wife. You are the ruler
of this domain"
After dinner was over. Lang returned
to his office, filled his long -stemmed pipe,
lighted it and seated himself at his desk.
Lets see.' he muttered. To-day is
the nineteenth of August. Court convenes
the fifteenth of September-less than a
month Well, there is plenty of time, or
should be. and then, the case is not apt
to be called at once. Calhan. Calban."'
Here is, Mars Lang" exclaimed the
negro, as he entered the room, a bundle
under his arm.
We'll, did you find an opportunity to go
through the barn while the inquest was
going on?"
Adam was at de house watchin' de
Jury. and Ben, de stable boy, was in de
kitchen. | reckon | went frou' dat barn.
from de sills up, Mars Lang. What you
tink l tind:'
Il can't tell, CaIban; but if there was
anything there of q suspicious nature, you
would be sure to find it. | know"
''Golly, Mars Lang, Is got a clue. Look
yere.''
With quick movement Calban tore
away the paper covering from the package
he had held under his arm.
a bloody Shut he exclaimed, rs he
held the garment up before the detective
And hickory shirt, at that" said
Sellars, taking the garment from his
hands and spreading it out on the fiat top
of his desk Yes" he continued, blood.
Blood, surely, both on the right sleeve and
the shirt bosom. That on the bosom the
wearer tried to wipe off, and as a result
spread it over greater surface. \ bloody
shirt. You found it in the barn."
Yes. Mars Lang-in a barrel in de har-
ness room.
a suspicious circumstance at this time.
Why, there are spots nj! over the bosom,
as if they had squirted there from some
jet of blood suddenly turned loose. In a
barrel in the harness room, you say? Was
the barrel covered, the shirt secrcted?'
"A set of harness was hanging over dc
barrel. Mars, and some empty grain sacks
was on top Of it, | moved de grain sacks.
and foun dis shut on top of lot of ole
curry combs and brushes. | took de shut,
and kivered up de barrel l spec it's
Adams shut
"Or Ben's," observed the detective.
"Golly, faint Ben's, Mars Lang. Dat
shut too big fer Ben
True. but it is not one of Adams driv-
ing shirts. The banker would not have
allowed him to mount the box of his car
riage with that shirt on"
L allow, Mars, dat dat shut is one of
his wokin' shuts, what he wears bout de
harn-dat's what | calccrlate.'
You may be right, Calban. At any
rate, this blood, in places is hardly dry.
1t has not been many hours since it came
from the veins of living man or beast. You
have found a clue, Calban. A clue. Had
YOU talked with Adam before the inqucst
commemorate
Yes. Mars Lang, and Adam worried
nightly. He say he los de bes' master 4
niger cher had, and he test hissclf
nightly 'dignant, dat anybody Kill him. =
Did YOU learn where he claimed 10 be
al the time the murder must have been
committed:'
adam courtin' a niger gal what be-
long to DR.. Freeman, on Front street: she
his cook. | spec dat's why Adam court
in her-nggcr mighty fond Suthin' good
to eat. Well, Adam clar' he dar. in DR..
Freeman's kitchen till ten o'clock. Den
he lows he went home. and went to sleep
in de barn. and de fuSt ting he knowed mex
was when he year Inc Duke calm Of
him. OATS what he claim"
Did you ever hear Adam make any
remarks about Herman Craven?"
Dun know nutthin' bout de niger.
Mars Lang. lie say dis mornn' Mars
Herman mighty oberhearin. and he 'spect
he done eat he sweet bread. now he ole
master dead. Niger mighty 'ccitful some
times"
white men as well, Calban."
He may have been a plant tool in the
hands of Herman Craven. but even IN
der his training l should not suppose he
could have mustered up the resolution he
necessarily must have had TO have stolen
in on his master and struck that blow"
thought SclarS. True. Craven might
have promised him his freedom. but it is
by no means certain that this shirt is the
property Of Adam. and by no means GER
. tdlH NAal ut tAtN''l II III Tue hIFTcl
For five minutes the detective sat pom
lering the matter over and gazing down
on the bloody garment before him. Sud
denly he turned to the negro:
What is the name Of this negress cook
of Dr. Freeman's?' he asked.
she call hersef Cindy Freeman-Dr.
Freeman raise her
well. you have 4 severe toothaChe,
. Calhau-a terrible tOuthaCher'
( The negro Erinned.
Go To Or. Freeman. tell him sent You
. for something 10 ease your tooth. See
! this girl, Cindy. and il your own way as
certain if Adam was there last night and,
/ If so. at what time he took his departure.
You understand"
Yes. Mars lang. l underStan'. l tell
her | hear dat Adam. de coachman OF lie
. rich banker what got kill. was cour1iu
her. She lax dat. Den she say: Mr. De
RoS>ette war here las night Oh, fine