The Minneapolis journal., 1903-03-14

weeks. I visited every wigmaker and
half the hairdressers in London unsuc-
cessfully, until by mere chance the ruff
fan whom you employed to entrap my
friend Boyd gave me clue to the fact
that Curtis made wigs as well as theatri-
cal costumes. The inquiry has been a
long and hazardous one,'' he went on.
But from the very first I was determined
to get at the bottom Of the mystery, cost
me what it might, and have fortunately
succeeded" Then, turning again to the
cringing wretch upon whom the terrible
denunciation had come as a thunderbolt
he added: 1.-THE forgiveness of man, Sir
Bernard Eyton, you will never obtain. 1t
has been ever a law that the murderer
shall die-and you will be no exception
The effect Of Thea words upon the
guilty man was almost electrical. He
drew himself up stiffly, his KEEN. wild
eyes starting from his blanched face as
he glared at his accuser. His lips moved.
No sound, however, came from them. The
muscles ofa his jaws seemed to suddenly
become paralyzed. He stood for a mo-
.ment, an awful spectacle, the brand of
Cain upon him. A strange gurgling sound
escaped him, as though he were trying
to art1culate but was unable; then he
made wild signs with both his hands.
clutched suddenly at the air, and fell
forward in a fit.
Went to him, loosened his collar. and
applied restoratives, but in ten minutes
l saw that he was beyond human aid.
What had at first believed to be a. fit
was sudden cessation Of the functions
OF the he~heart--caused by wild excitement.
and the knowledge that punishment was
upon him. =
Within ten minutes OF that final ac-
cusation the old man lay back upon the
carpet ltfeless, struck dead by natural
causes at the moment that his crimes had
become revealed.
Thus were the Seven Secrets explained,
and thus was the Central Criminal court
and the public spared what would have
been one of the most sensational trials of
modern times
The papers on Monday reported with
deepest regret the sudden death from
heart disease of him whom they termed
zone Of the greatest and most skilful ply
sicians of modern times
Just three years have passed since that
memorable evening.
You, my dear reader, are probably curl
ous to know whether have succeeded in
obtaining the quiet country practice that
was my ideal. Well, yes, have And
what Is more, have obtained in Ethel
wynn q wife who Is devoted to me and be-
loved by all the countryside-a wife who is
the very perfection Of all that Is noble and
good In woman. The Courtenay estate is
ours, but am not an Idle man. Somehow
cannot be?
| Ny practice Where Is 1t Well, It is
| In Le1cestershfre. dare not be more
explicit, for Ethelwynn has urged me to
conceal our identity, In order that we may
not be remarked as couple whose wooing
was so strangely romantic.
Amber Jevons still carries on his tea
blending business In the city, the most
confirmed OF bachelors, and the
shrewdest Of all criminal investigators.
Even though we have been SO intimate for
years, and he often visits me att was
| nearly, by slip, writing the name OF
| the Leicestershire village-he has never
explained to me his methods, and seldom,
II ever, speaks OF those wonderful sue,
cesses by which Scotland Yard Is so fre-
| quently glad to profit.
Only a few days ago, while we were
! sitting on the lawn behind my quaint
old fashioned house awaiting dinner, |
chanced to remark upon the happiness
: ! :