El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1901-01-26


stincts were not at fault. Loss Of
blood. eh? Death. then, was not in
stantaneousY'
mo-
Stranger fell from the lips of bis
two listeners. "She lived. yet gave no
alarm"
None that was heard" suggested
the young doctor. who was from an
other town.
"Or II heard reached no ears but
Philemon's," observed the constable.
Something must have taken him up
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
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 ia
BILE! How about the blood there, then?'
''Shook from the murderer's fingers
in fright or disgust"
There was no blood on PhiIemon'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 1t some
where about the premises
HE may have buried It outside.
Crazy men are supernaturally cum
ming"
when you can produce II from any
place inside that board fence, will
consider your theory. At present
limit my suspicious Of Philemon to the
half unconscious attentions which q
man of disordered intellect might give
wife bleeding and dying under his
eyes. My idea on the subject Isl
would you be SO kind as not to give
utterance to your ideas until I have
been able to form some for myselfY' in.
terrupted a voice from the doorway.
AS this voice was unexpected they all
turned. A small man with sleek, dark
hair and expressionless features stood
before them. Behind him was Abel,
carrying a handbag and umbrella.
1.-THE detective from Boston," an
nounced the latter. Coroner Talbot
rose.
you are in good time" he remark
ed. I'VE have work Of no ordinary M
ture for you"
The man failed to look interested.
But then his countenance was not one
to show emotion.
my name is Knapp" said he. 81
have had my supper and am ready to
go to work. 1 have read the newspa-
perS. All / want now are any addition
al facts that have come to light since
the telegraphic dispatches were sent to
Boston. Facts, mind you, not theories.
I never allow myself to be hampered
by other persons theories
Not liking his manner, which was
brusque and too self important for q
inan of such Insignificant appearance,
Coroner Talbot referred him to Mr.
Fenton, who Immediately proceeded to
give him the result of such investiga-
lions as he and his men had been able
to make, which done, Mr.. Knapp put
on his hat and turned toward the door.
81 will go. to the house and see for
myself what there is to see there" said
he. May 1 ask the privilege of going
alone?" he added, as Mr.. Fenton NOV
ed. "Abel here will see that / am
given admittance."
"Show me your credentials" said the
coroner. He did SO. "They seem all
right, and you should be a man who
understands his business. Go alone IL
you prefer, but bring your conclusions
here. They may need some correct
ing"
"Oh, 1 will return" Knapp nom
chalantly remarked and went out, hav-
ing made anything but n favorable i'm
preston upon the assembled gentle
men.
81 wish we had shown more grit and
tried to handle this thing ourselves"
observed Mr.. Fenton. Il cannot bear
to think of that cold. bloodless creature
lowering over our beloved Agatha"
81 wonder at Carson. Why should
he send us such a man? Could he not
see the matter demanded extraordina-
ry skill and judgmentf"
.Oh, this fellow may have skill. But
he is so unpleasant. | hate to deal
with folks of such fishlike characteris-
tics. But who is this?" he asked as q
gentle tap was heard on the door.
.''Why, it's Lotion. What can he want
here?'
! The man whose presence i'm the door
way had called out this exclamation
started at the sound of the doctors
heavy voice and came very hesitating
ly forward. He was of a weak, irrita-
BILE type and seemed to be in a state of
great excitement.
81 beg pardon" said he, "for show