Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1900-11-22

empty cartridge shells; here is
black mark, which may have been
produced by the ricochet of bullet,
and here is shapeless piece of lead,
which may be that bullet. AS, how
ever, one bullet cannot account for
two shots, You are forced at once to
assume that Chatham has carried
away the second one in the palm of
his hand. This is ingenious, very in
| genious, but"
"His blood is on the telephone re-
ceiver," observed Sturgis, quietly.
Blood" exclaimed Dunlap; "why,
with the carnage that you have i'm
iagined here, there should be oceans of
blood. Here is man, running around
with a wounded hand, who leaves a
few drops of blood on the telephone
receiver. and nowhere else. And here
is another man, shot through the
lungs--eNcuse me, through the upper
lobe of the left lung-who does not
bleed at all. And where is he now?
Such wound as you have given him
must, take it. be fatal, or, at any
rate, serious Yet here is dead or,
at least, dying man, calmly walking
off as if-as if the curtain had fallen
at the end of your drama, and the
corpse had hurried off to his dress
ing room"
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 not bear an instant's
calm examination
And yet rejoined Sturgis, "my con-
illusions, 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 sup
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, unvarnished facts
/ Dunlap, with deprecating gesture,
settled back into his chair once more.
''We left Arbogast shot through the
left lung-fatally wounded. as Won
have just remarked. He probably fell
like log; while Chatham, weak from
shock. leaned against the door jamb
yonder. He had probably stanched his
wound with his free hand as he ran;
have been unable to find any trace
{ Of blood between the telephone aud
this spot. On the door jamb, hewever
the blood left stain which has not
been completely wiped out and which
enabled me to judge of Chatham's
height. Y was the only one of the
trio who knew what he was about at
this time. l have a genuine admira-
ton for NJ he must be man of mar
velous nerve. Instead of flying panic
stricken from the scene, as any or
binary 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 X
probably thought this also locked. He
then, with Chatham's assistance
helped Arbogast, who was not YET
dead, and who perhaps by this time
had regained consciousness. into the
cab which was waiting near by in EN-
change place, where found the blood.
stains on the curb, as you will remem
Der. After starting off his two ac
completes in the cab, he returned tic
the bank, put away the pistol in its
proper place, which, by the way, he
Z seems to have known, and washed uI
all or nearly all the blood stains. There
is sponge and bucket under the sink
in the clerks room, which were used
in this operation. After, as he thought
completely obliterating 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. Y on will note that X,
! hhcNihS hotAAhS VI thC SuihiaAi Cb
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;
cannot otherwise account for his hav
ing left the gas burning. Had he haG
, the time, / feel confident that, with
his customary thoroughness, he would
: have turned it out. AS to my minute
| description ofArbogast'swoun there
} is nothing remarkable in that. know
: that the weapon used by X was yon
: der chair, because found particles o.
the bookkeeper's epidermis upon ONE
i of the legs. which was considerably les
J sened by the blow. But know exact
; ly what the wounds were, because
, have examined them. / told you tina
/ had seen Arbogast yesterday"
| What" exclaimed Dunlap; ''yol
mean after he was wounded?"
: YES" replied Sturgis; his body i.
at the morplIe now You might cal