The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1899-06-03
CHAPTER III,-(Continued. }

CHAPTER 1II.-(Cont1nued.)
Quickly turning from the desk, Robert
placed hand on the shoulder of Uncle
Duke, who knelt moaning at his old mas
ter's side.
Uncle Duke" he said, ''you know
where Detective Sellars lives on Princes
street. Surely you do not believe me
| guilty of your masters murder. Can you
take Mr.. Sellars this note? The assassin
of your master must be brought to justice.
Are you strong enoughT"
Yes, yes, Mars Robert! God bless you,
l can't live long; but l can't die till the
murderer of ole master stands on the gal
lows, and Mars Lang is the man to bring
him there"
The old man arose to his feet and hast
ened out the rear door of the hall as the
front door opened.
Hurried footsteps were heard, and Her
man Craven, bareheaded and in his shirt
sleeves, as when he had left the house,
rushed into the library, followed by Silas
Cobb, the sheriff of the county, and two
OF his deputies, tanning and Spears.
DIR. Norcum and Coroner Field follow
ed them, and behind came several of the
neighbors, who had been reused
He has not fed!' cried Herman.
There, sheriff, there stands the murderer
of my uncle, caught red handed in the
act,''
A heart-rending moan burst from the
breast of the bankers daughter. "There
IS some mystery here" she cried Though
robert was standing over my father S
lifeless form with the bloody weapon in
his hand that bereft him of life, when my
! cousin and l entered this ROOM yet do
mad Lo& H.
fathers murder. Oh, God. MY own dear
father murdered! 1t seems incredible,
| yet there lie his remains" and poor Hattie
eurst into fresh paroxysm of grief.
Mrs. Merwin and Miss Steel, neighbors,
| accompanied by two other ladies, here en-
| tered the room, and the weeping girl was
| borne from the library
| DR.. Norcum had advanced and was ex-
aiming the body of the murdered man.
Spears, let no man leave the house."
said the sheriff. Il declare" he added,
this affair is terrible. and to think that
you. Robert Campbell, should be charged
with the murder"
The charge of Herman Craven is ut
terly false, and he knows it to be So
said Robert. Surely, you, Sheriff Cobb,
VINO have known me all my life, can
! scarce believe me guilty of the murder of
/ the father of the young lady who will be-
come my wife,
\ our Wife" exclaimed Herman The
wife Of her fathers murderer? Never!
AND believe me, neither had my uncle
! hVed, would his daughter have become
| your wife-that is, with his consent;
but
Here the tall form of Lang Sellars, the
! great Southern detective, stood in the
| doorway.
Like flash his keen eye took in, not
only every person, but every object that
the room contained ere his deep voice
broke upon the stiffness that pervaded it.
Not since the murder at Mulberry" he
! observed, has there been as atrocious a
! crime committed in the old North State;
nor did | believe that scoundrel, with
the malisnity of Ward Lennox, yet cursed
the commonwealth with his presence. |
was clearly mistaken"
Great work was that of yours on that
case, Mr.. Sellars," said the doctor. Gods.
You rescued Herbert Russell. even from
tue Sallows trap; and even then Ward
cheated the gallows."
10 dash his brains out at the abutment
of Hilton BRIDGE said Sellars, "and sink
beneath the turbid waters of the Cape
Fear. But this is bodcr deed. A sail
or's knife-the blade thrust home to the
victims heart. Have you taken any steps
here, Sheriff Cobb"
Il was aroused and summoned here by
the murdered mans nephew, who de-
nounced Robert Campbell as the murder
er. He assures me that he caught him
! red-handed in the act; but may ask what
brings You here, Lang Scllars?'
IF Robert Campbell is the murderer OF
our old friend here, then | am summoned
by his murderer. In the Mulberry case
1t was the murderer of DR.. Taylor who
engaged my services to ferret out the
criminal, and in the end l brought the
crime home to his own door,
Il think there can be no doubt as to his
guilt" said Herman. at could have been
no other than Robert Campbell" and here
Herman, uninterrupted by Robert, made
a statement of the facts, as already relat
ed, in so far as his entrance into the room
was concerned, and as to what met his
horrifed gaze as he crossed the threshold
You state that you entered the house
at ten o'clock" said the detective; "tha,
you found your uncle in this room, and lef,
him seated at his desk when you retired ~
Exactly. Mr.. Sellars."
lawn on the east side of the house. raised
at that time, as they are now?"
They were, Mr.. Sellars, to admit tbs
air."
One moment, gentlemen" said Lang
as he stepped to the door. "Calbanw
The black face of a powerfully buiI+
but deformed and curiously constructed
negro appeared.
-i,,+1 ~
on the east side of the house." said Sci
lars. You have your dark lantern?"
Yes, Mars Lang" and the negro was
gone.
Follow the niger and see what Won
can learn, Ianning," said the sheriff. Il
cannot understand, Lang Sellars," he con
tinued, why you always bring that de
formed erebus into your cases"
Il can" said Sellars, quietly. For fol
lowing q trail, be it either of man O,
beast his equal cannot be found in al
the Sunny South. Well Herman. yor
state that you retired at ten o'Clock?'
Il did, and my uncle's cries of helr
aroused me. l hastily sprang from my
bed, pulled on my trousers. thrust my feet
! into my slippers and dashed from my
I room. My uncle's cries had aroused his
daughter. knocked on her room door ant
called her. She joined me, and together
We descended the stairs
You believed his life was being as
saiIed?'
Far from it. I supposed one of hi:
acute attacks of rheumatism had seizet
him"
When you retired you left no one be
low with your uncle?"
NO one. l think the servants, even
/ had retired
Your uncle was expecting no one?"
Certainly not. He stated that b,
should soon retire"
Herman Craven" 81 a Robert. lookinl
him full in the eyes. did not your uncl,
inform you that he was expecting N,
here after ten o'clock. and that l would
bring with me money with which to TAX