The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-02-21
Il must diagnose the ailment, and see

II must diagnose the ailment, and seoi
what can be done.''
/, The soup had been served, and as car
ried my spoon to my mouth I examined
her furtively. My hostess had excused me
from dressing, but her daughter, neat in |
her widows collar and cuffs, sat prim and
upright, her eyes now and then raised to
mine in undisquised inquisitiveness.
She was a trifle paler than heretofore.
but her -pallor was probably rendered the
more noticeable by the dead black She
wore. Her hands seemed thin, and her.
fingers toyed nervously with her spoon I'M
a manner which betrayed a concealed agi-
tation. Cutwardly, however, I detected
no extraordinary signs Of either grief Or
anxiety. She spoke calmly, it was true,
in the tone Of one upon whom a great
calamity had fallen, but that was only
natural. I did not expect to find her
bright, laughing and light hearted, like
her old self in Richmond road.
AS dinner proceeded I began to believe
that with fond mothers solicitude for
her daughters welfare Mrs. Mivart had
slightly exaggerated Mary's symptoms
Ihey certainly were not those of a woman
plunged in inconsolable grief for she was
neither mopish nor artihcially gay. Al
far as could detect, not even a single
sigh escaped her.
She inquired Of Ethelwynn and of the
Hennikers, remarking that she had seen
nothing Of them for over three weeks, and
then when the servants had left the room
she placed her elbows upon the table at
the risk of a breach of good manners, and
resting her chin upon her hands, looked
me full in the face, saying:
"Now, tell me the truth, Doctor What
has been discovered regarding my poor
husbands death? Have the police OBJ
tanned any clue whatever to thet
assassin
Mo, -
was my response. &
They are useless-worse than useless.s,
she cried, angrily. .They blunder from
the very first
That's entirely my own opinion, dear,
her mother said. Our police system
nowadays is mere farce. The foreign-
ers are far ahead of us. even in the detec-
ton of crime. Surely the mystery Of your
poor husbands death might have beeen
solved if they had worked assiduously.''
ST believe that everything that could
be done has been DONE remarked.
THE case was placed in the hands nf
two Of the smartest and most expert.
enced men at Scotland Yard, Win y.r-
sonal instructions from the superintend-
ent Of the criminal investigation depart
ment to leave no stone unturned In orr
der to arrive at a successful ISSUE
And what has been done?" asked the
young widow in tone Of discomfort.
why, absolutely nothing. There has,
I suppose, been pretence at trying to
solve the mystery, but finding it too diff
ficult they have given it up and turned
their attention to some other crime more
open and plain-sailing I've no faith In
the police whatever. It's scandalous!''
I smiled; then said: Is
my friend, Amber Jevons-you know
him, for he dined at Richmond Road one
| evening-has been most active In the
affair."
But he's not detective. How can he
expect to triumph where the police fail?p
HE often does" I declared. His
methods are different from the hard and
fast rules followed by the police. He com
mences at whatever point presents itself,
and laboriously works backwards with i
patience that is absolutely extraordinary.