Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1900-06-06

messengers were at once dispa tched to
the house of Richard Dunlap. the presi-
dent OF the bank, and to that of Mr. George
s. rutherford, the cashier. The former was
not at home, and the family being out OF
town, there was no one who knew where he
was spending the evening""
Every eye turned toward Richard
Dunlap as this paragraph was read
His features remained impressive, under
the full control of the veteran finan.
cier; but to an observant eye like Stur-
gis', the mans real anxiety was be-
trayed by the unconscious action of his
right hand, which lay upon the table
and played nervously with fork.
YES" said the banker, carelcssly,
feeling the curious gaze of the other
guests upon him, and answering their
unspoken questions, Eyes, that is true;
l did not tell my housekceper that l
was invited to dine by our friend
sprague this evening. There was, of
course, no reason why I should. Well,
DIR. Murdoch, did they find Ruther-
ford?"
Murdoch had looked up while the
banker was speaking. He now leisure-
ly found his place and continued the
reading of the article in the Tempest:
1.-THE cashier fortunately was Mt home
and he hurried down town at once with his
set or bank keys. Two detectives from the
central office accompanied him, and tho
three men carefully searched the premises
They found nothing out of the way there
except that three gas Jets were lighted and
turned on full blaze. At first the detectives
N tv,1r 4.
nad gained an entrance to the building: and
that one of them having caught sight OF
shorty Dun as he reached In to steal tho
satchel from the vestibule, had fred upon
him. This would explain the pistol shots
heard by Flynn. careful examination of
the bank. however, failed to reveal any
trace of bullet
THE valise, when opened. proved tn CON.
tain only "a change of linen for n man and n
rev toilet articles of but slight intrinsic
value. The satchel itself is an ordinary
cneap leather handbag, stamped in imita-
ton of alligator skin.
the police are now looking for its owner
IN the hope that he will be able to throw
some light on the mystery Of the pistol
Hhots.' p''.o'
When DR.. Murdoch had finished read.
Ing, everybody, except Dunlap and
sturgis looked disappointed The
former settled back in his chair, the
muscles of his face relaxed, and the
anxious bank president once more he
came the genial and polished man Of
the world The reporter sat gazing
thoughtfully at his wineglass.
"Well, Mr.. sturgis," said Murdoch,
"what do you think of my little prob
lem?"
II have already been assigned to
work up this case for the Tempest" an
swered the reporter, quietly.
Indeed? Perhaps you are the au-
thor of this very article? No? Then
are you willing to make the solution
of this little mystery the subject of
our wager and the test of your theo-
ries?"
Hold on. DOCTOR" exclaimed
sprague; you are doing sturgis an
injustice. Why pick out, as test of
his ability, problem which, to all in
tents and purposes, has already been
solved by the police? Give him some
truly knotty question and he will be in
his element; and then, at least, some
interest will attach to your wager"
"Ah! you think the problem has al
ready been solved?"
ITO be sure. The article you have
read us started out as if it were going
to..prove interesting; but. instead of
that, it ends in an anti-climax. What
is the crime here? The confessed theft,
by petty sneak thief, of satchel
worth, with its contents, perhaps eight
or ten dollars. And where is the mys-
tery9 The ownership Of a few pieces of
unmarked linen of SO little value that
the owner does not care to take the
trouble to claim them"
II cannot agree with you, Mr..
Sprague. While the crime in this case
may be petty theft, it contains, to my
mind, interesting features, which you
appear to lose sight of in your disdain-
full summary. The problem, it seems
to me, involves suitable explanation
of two rather mysterious pistol shots,
to say nothing of such minor details as
lighted gas jets behind securely locked
gates. AS Mr.. Sturgis has informed us,
in his earnest and lucid way, every eff
feet has cause. I should like to know
the cause that lighted the gas in the
Knickerbocker bank"
81 shall probably find out that cause
the day after tomorrow" said Mr..
Dunlap, smiling, "and shall give the
fellow q talking to for his carelessness
in forgetting to turn out the gas when
he locked up"
"NIr. Dunlap's suggestion" eontin-
ued Murdoch, "is plausible in itself,
and we might even assume that the
same careless employe, after locking
up the bank, forgot to close the outer
door on the Wall street side. But even
then, we have not disposed of the own
ership of the satchel nor of the two pis-
toll shots. The police theory that these
shots were fired by bank robbers seems,
I admit, very far-fetched. Profession
al cracksmen would hardly be likely to
fire unless cornered; and then they
would fire to kill or at least to disable.
If their bullets failed to hit the mark,
they would at any rate leave some
trace"
II beg to suggest" remarked Dunlap,
shat the shots heard by the policeman
and his prisoner were not fred from
the inside of the bank"
THAT appears quite likely" admitted
MURDOCH; but they must at any rate
have been fred in close proximity to
the bank, since the witnesses agree
that they appeared to come from in
side. In that case, whence were they
fired? BY whom? And why? On the
whole, my little puzzle does not seem
to me SO Ill chosen. What is your own
opinion, Mr.. Sturgis?"
AZ quite agree with you that the
problem is probably not SO simple as it
seemed at first blush to Sprague.
"Very well. Then doubtless you nre
willing to undertake the task of supply
ing whatever data may be required to
complete the chain of evidence against
Quinlan?'
by no MEANS" replied Sturgis, de-
cidedly.
Indeed? All! well, of course, if Mr..