The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-08-10

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stand back, on you are q dead man,
ponds now see what lay you're on.
But cut it short. | want to get out of
this.
Il merely wish to know whether you
are living in that house in Essex
street,"
Yes; I'm Twin there. Now let me
pass
How long have you lived there?"
''I've answered all the questions I'm
goin to. Let me pass
He was growing greatly excited, and
his face was pale with anger, inter
mingled with fear. Mr.. Mitchell. how
ever, persisted.
Not until you have answered my
question"
II answered one. an | won't answer
any more. Let me by, or I'll do you a
hurt"
i He raised his left arm menacingly.
but With the celebrity born of the an
ticipaton OF some such movement Mr..
Mitchell seized the uplifted arm and
tried to hold it. But the fellow well
deserved his sobriquet Slippery, for
with a swift movement he freed him
self and. lodging under Mr.. MitcheIs
arm was at the door before he could
be hndered. Mr.. Mitchell started to-
ward him. when Suddenly he drew
forth a dangerous looking, long bladed
knife, the poins Of which he presented
toward his dv-rsary, crying out:
stand back or you are u dead
man."
j Mr. Mitchell. taken entirely by sur
prise, hesitated for moment as to
what he should do, and in that mo-
ment Slippery Sam succeeded in turn
ing the knob of the door with hi; other
hand, and a second later he had opened
the door and passed out. Mr.. Mitchell
sprang after him and went out upon
the stoop. only to see the fellow run
ming off in the darkness. He stood
looking after him, realizing the utter
uselessness of following, and pondereC
over the strange occurrence.
What did Slippery Sam know of the
Mora murder and of this woman tina
he should be so frightened when 1t
learned that Mr.. Mitchell was interest
ed in the affair?
Mr. Mitchell had just asked himself
this question when he thought h
heard angry voices and then sount
as of men struggling coming from TIN
direction in which Slippery Sam ha,
run off He went down step or tw'
and leaned forward, listening, when h
was thoroughly startled to hear ;
piercing shrek, followed by the soun
of feet rapidly receding. Without re
, turning to the house for his hat he RAJ
rapidly down the street, determined t
, investigate the matter. Less than
hundred yards away he came upon tn
body of man lying beneath stree
lamp, his head in Il pool of bloo(
: Turning him over so that he coul
see the face, he was Mortified to dis
cover that it was Slippery Sam.
AS Mr.. Mitchell bent over him Ii
opened his eyes and looked up, an ea
, preston of deep agony on his countt
. nance. Evidently he recognized Nj
Mitchell, for he attempted to speak, bu
after one or two vain efforts his Ii
terances We're completely shut off b
:. a rush of blood from his mouth. Wit
one last effort he placed his hand
;. his side, where he had been stabbed
q and then rolled over unconscious. NJ
Mitchell noticed a knife upon the paw
ment and, picking it up, was sure til;
it was the same with which the ma
:, had threatened him. Could this /
suicide? Impossible, for he had plail
+ ly heard man running off, beside
= the sound Of a struggle.
. This was destined to be night
surprises to Mr.. Mitchell. for just +;
this critical moment Mr.. Barnes can
up and stood staring at the scene b.
), fore him.
i what is this?" asked the detective
;. "This is murder, l believe" reptile
f Mr.. Mitchell
"Murder." calculated Mr.. Barne
not at once comprehending what w;
h meant.
"Yes; that is Slippery Sam. He
!. either dying or dead. Help me to Ii
a him into my house, and | will explai
more fully"
Between them they carried the blee
s ing man into the house, whereupC
J. Mr.. Mitchell requested Mr.. Barnes
O call the nearest physician, and viii
the detective was gone he did VIII;
= he could to stanch the blood. Vel
Is shortly after MI. Barnes returned vii