The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1901-03-12

Good! am glad to hear my in
stincts were not at fault. Loss of
! blood, eh? Death, then, was not in
stantaneous?"
NO.
"strange!" fell from, the lips of his
| two listeners. "She lived, yet gave no
alarm"
"None that was heard" suggested
the young doctor, who was from an
other town.
"Or if heard reached no ears but
Philemon's," observed the constable.
Something must have taken him I'D
stairs"
81 am not so sure,' said the coro-
&ner, that Philemon is not answerable
/ for the whole crime, Notwithstanding
/ our failure to find the missing money
anywhere in the house. How else ac-
! count for the resignation with which
1 she evidently met her death? Had a
stranger struck her Agatha Webb
would have struggled. There is no
! sign of struggle in the ROOM
''She would have struggled against
| Philemon had she had strength to
struggle. l think she was asleep when,
she was struck
"Ah, and was not standing by the ta-
BILE! How about the blood there, them"
Shook from the murderer's fingers
in fright or disgust"
There was no blood on Philemon's
| fingers. No. He wiped them on his
Sleeve"
If he was the one to use the dagger
against her. where is the dagger?
Should we not be able to find it some
where about the premises?''
He may have buried it outside
Crazy men are supernarurally cum
/ ming"
When you can produce it from any
place inside that board fence, will
consider your theory At present
limit my suspicious of Philemon to the
half unconscious attentions which 4;
man of disordered intellect might give
a wife bleeding and dying under his
eyes. My idea on the subject is
Would you be so kind as not to give
4 uttenance to your ideas until have
been able to form some for myself?" in
terrupted a voice from the doorway.
AS this voice was unexpected they all
| turned A small man with sleek, dark
hair and eXpressionlass features stood
before them. Behind him was Abel,
carrying q handbag, and umbrella
A The detective from Boston, an
rose
| +. y 2
You are in good time he remark
ed. I'VE have work of no ordinary ma
| ture for YOU
The man failed to look intere sted.
But then his countenance was not one
to show emotion.
My name is Knapp" said he. II
have had my supper and am ready to
go to work. | have read the newspa-
pers. All want now are any addition
al facts that have come to light SINCE
the telegraphic dispatches We're sent to
Boston. Facts, mind you, not theories.
never allow myself to be ha1npered
by other persons theories.''
II Not liking his manner, which was
brusque and too self important for a
man of such insignificant appearance,
Coroner Talbot referred him to Mr..
Fenton, who Immediately proceeded to
give him the result of such investiga-
tons as he and his men had been able
to make, which done, Mr. Knapp put
on his hat and turned toward the door.
Il will go to the house and see fol
/, myself what there is to see there" said
he. May ask the privilege of going
aloneY he added, as Mr.. Fenton NOV.
ed. "Abel here will see that I am
given admittance.'
SHOW me your credentials" said the
i coroner. He did SO. "They seem all
) right, and you should be a man who
understands his business. Go alone II
. you prefer, but bring your conclus...4s
}. here. They may need some correct
p Ing"
!. "Oh, will return" Knapp non
p chalantly remarked and went out. hav
!. ing made anything but favorable i'm
q preston upon the, assembled gentle
. men.
y II wish we had shown more grit ant
4 tried to handle this thing ourselves,
a 4 observed Mr.. Fenton. 81 cannot bea
z to think of that cold, bloodless creatur,
lowering over our beloved Agatha"
al II wonder at Carson. Why SHOULD
), he send us such man? Could he no
! see the matter demanded extraordina
q ry skill and Judgment"
!, "Oh. this fellow may have SKILL Blu
y he is so unpleasant. hate to dea
with folks of such fishlike characters
q tics But who is this?" he asked as
. gentle tap was heard on the door
: why, it's Lotion. What can he wan
g here?"
The man whose presence in the door
h way had called out this exclamation
started at the sound of the doctor
!, heavy voice and came very hesitatine
: ly forward. He was Of weak, irrita
bic type and seemed to be in state 0
% great excitement.
- II beg pardon" said he, for show
- ing myself. don't like to intrude int
such company, but have something
/, tell you which may be Of use, sirs
though it isn't any great thing either.