Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1901-10-10
story TO a Judge and Jury

story TO a Judge and jury"
Then he proceeded to examine the
dead mans pockets. They were empty.
Looks like robbery" he murmured.
"What is it, jim? Haven't you got the
other MANI"
Jim had not found the other man.
for the pale young fellow in the seal.
skin cap had disappeared.
The reporter was STOPPING over the
body, while ISr. Thurston cut through
the clothing ard laid bare small,
round wound.
Here is another bullet Wound" said
Sturgis, turning over the body slightly.
and pointing out n second round hole
In the back of the dead man.
He seemed to take great interest in
this discovery. He whipped out n
steel trpe and rapidly but carefully
took number of measurements, as il
to locate the positions of the two
wounds. Then he stepped into The cab
and. striking match after match. he
spent several minutes apparently in
eager search for something which he
could not find.
THAT is strange" he muttered to
| himself, as he came out at last.
What is it?" inquired Thurston,
who alone caught the words.
But the reporter either did not hear
or did not care to answer. He at once
| renewed his search on the brilliantlv-
| lighted pavement in the immediate vi
entity of the cab; examining every
stone. Investigating every Joint and
every rut, prodding with his cane every
lump of frozen mud, turning every
stray scrap of paper.
"Well. Doctor" he said, when at
/ length he re Joined his companion, "if
| YOU have done all that YOU can we may
| rs well 60. 1t is one of the pretticst
problems | have met; but there is
nothing more for me to learn here for
the present. by tho way, as was say
ing when l interrupted myself little
while ago. are you sure the cabman is
drunk? Iwish you would take another
| good look at him. The question may be
more important than it seemed at
first
y few minutes later the physician
and the reporter were hurrying along
to make up for the time they had lost {;
! he cab and the cabman had disap-
pcared in the custody of the police,
and the claimants grewsomc fare was
/ jolting through Twcnt y-siXth street,
/ IN the direction of a small building
/ which stands near the East river, and
/ in which the stranded waits of The now
world metropolis can find rest at last.
upon stone slab, in the beginning of
/ their eternal sleep.
broadway had resumed its holiday
aspect; the wizcncd bag at the corner
still patiently ground ont h"r plaintivc
iscords; the fearful new sboy, with
/ his slowly diminishing 0rmtul of news
{ papers, continued to SILVER in the cold
wind, as nc offered his stock to the
hurrying pedestrians; the big police
man again plotted his fair charges
/ through the mass OF moving vehicles,
and the changing cable cars started
once more on their rumbiing course,
as if the swapping of thread in the
'abric of a city's life were a thing of
constant occurrence and Of no mo-
mcnt.
\ few tiny dark red stains upon the
pavement were all that remained 70 tell
he story of the scene which had so
recently been enacted in the busy
thoroughfare. Presently even these
were obliteratcd by the random stroke
Of Il horses hoof
| The ripple had disappeared from the
surface. The stream of life was flow
( ng steadily once more through the
arteries of the metropolis.