Waterbury Democrat., 1900-11-30

rate, serious. Yet here is a dead or, at least, dying man, calmly walking off as if-as if inc curtain had fallen at the end of your drama, and the corpse had hurried off to his dress ing-room." a<se \ !
 '"You have forgotten something else," suggested the reporter, smiling. ? Dunlap looked at him questioningly.
 ''Yes; you have forgotten the pistol replaced in the drawer after Arbogast was shot, and the doors of the bank carefully locked" ..
 "True. No, my dear sir; your elab- crate theory will 1sot bear an instant's calm examination" --.
 And yet" rejoined Sturgis. "my con- clusions, as far as they go, are abso- lutely correct. Every objection which you raise is plausible enough when considered by itself; but we have not to deal with a lot of isolated facts, but with a series of connected events, each of which depends upon and SUD- ports all the others. Let me finish my story, and I think you will then be prepared to admit that what seems to you now a flight of fancy on my part, is nothing but sober exposition of plain, unyarnished facts"
 Dunlap, with deprecating gesture, settled back into his chair once more.
 We left Arbogast shot through the left lung-fatally wounded. as yon have just remarked. He probably fell like log; while Chatham, weak from shock, leaned against the door jamb wonder. He had probably stanched his wound with his free hand as he ran; l have been unable to find any trace of blood between the telephone and this spot. On the door jamb, however, the blood left a stain which has not been completely wiped out and which enabled me to judge of Chat-.am's Height. K was the only one of the trio who knew what he was about at this time. l have a genuine admira- tion for K he must be man of mar velous nerve. Instead of flying panic stricken from the scene, as any or dinary criminal would have done, he calmly proceeded to protect his retreat and to systematically cover his trail. His first step was to lock the Wall street gate and the inside door. Quin- Ian had doubtless pulled the outer door to as he ran away, so that K probably thought this also lo ,ked. He then, with Chatham's as .istance. helped Arbogast, who was lot yet dead, and who perhaps by this time, had regained consciousness, into the cab which was waiting near by in EN- change place, where 1 found the blood stains on the curb, as you will remem- her ta1 inr off tIyo complices in the cab, he returned to the bank, put away the pistol in its proper place, which, by the way, he seems to have known, and washed up all or nearly all the blood stains. There is a sponge and bucket under the sink in the clerks room, which were used in this operation. After, as he thought, completely obGterating all traces of the tragedy, he quietly walked off by the Exchange place entrance, locked the door and threw away the key. All this, while Policeman Flynn was chasing Quinlan. You will note that 'X,' knowing nothing of the Quinlan epi- sode, was quite justified in believing that the shots had failed to attract any attention outside of the bank. Very likely he was disturbed by the return of the policeman and Quinlan; I cannot otherwise account for his hav- ing left the gas burning. Had he had the time, I feel confident that, with his customary thoroughness, he would have turned it out. AS to my minute description of Arbogast' swounds, there is nothing remarkable in that. l know that the weapon used by 'N'' was ,yon- der chair, because I found particles of the bookkeeper's epidernis upon one of the legs, which was considerably les sened by the blow. But l know exact ly what the wounds were, because I have examined them. l told you that I had seen Arbogast yesterday."e
 What" exclaimed Dunlap; ''you mean after he was wounded?"
 "Yes," replied Sturgis; "his body is at the morgue now. You might call there this afternoon to identify it, if you choose; but, everything consid- cred, it might be as we'll not to make. the identification public until we are well on the track of Chatham and ou1 friend K"