The Savannah morning news., 1904-03-27
Continued from Last Sundays News.)

CHAPTER XI.-Continued.
Hes smarter than papa was, for
papa could never make things" said
Perley one day to his sister in their
mothers hearing.
Papa didn't need to make things.
He could get a living without" said
Clara, superciliously.
Mr.. Swan had made a second visit
to the village since Mrs. Hamilton
consulted him about the strands of
hair and the possibility of their be-
ing dyed, but he went back to Boston
in nonplussed mood after talking
with Mrs. Fry and having found the
right of way through her boarders
small belongings. The fact was he had
communications from Bruce, who was
just recovering from long illness, and
who had, or fancied he had, found
new clue which lay, so to speak, in the
immediate neighborhood of Grovedale.
Being unable to travel yet, he had
written to Swan, having been informed
by Mr.. Hartwell that Mrs. Hamilton
had employed him, and having no
objections to joining issue with a
young. active man in his present dis
abled condition. Consequently Swan
had come to Grovedale and gone away
misses of Bruce did not strike him as
being at all probable. Nevertheless he
probed the matter well, and left safe
guards behind him in the form of GER
tain statements and orders left with
Mrs. Fry. who impressed him as being
a capable woman.
He had long ago learned that Primus
Edes came from Western city, where
.~Sr at last a month he had worked in
a sash and blind factory, that he bore
a respectable character, was deemed a
Attle dull, though a good workman.
and that man named Harrison Ark
wright worked in the same factory at
the same time, but was now gone
away, so it was impossible to learn
whether he was the person who had
owned the articles of clothing marked
H. A. or not, particularly as no clue
could be found to the present where
abouts of Arkwright And Bruce, he
knew, attached much significance to
these initials as illustrating a theory
of his own.
He wouldn't, if he could see the
man." said Swan to himself.
Swan learned to his satisfaction
that Edes neither sent off nor received
letters. Indeed, as appearances indi-
Gated, Edes could not write a legible
letter if he tried. His education must
have been terribly neglected, he once
said to Mrs. Fry with an air of extreme
candor, and this remark she repeated
to the detective.
ooh, he's just what he seems. you
may be sure of that" she said. There
amt nothin' behind the door nor hid
about Primus Edes. I'd as soon sus-
pect my DAN
Then you are willing to help prove
it, / suppose" said the willy detective
laying trap for the outspoken woman.
Yes, / am"
well, then, if you ever find a scrap
of writing, never so SMALL want you
to send it to me. 1 will leave an ad-
dressed and stamped envelope. All you
will have to do will be to enclose it."
and he handed her an envelope prepar-
ed as he said.
Hunt as he might he had been un-
able to find the least scrap of hand
writing of Edes, or indeed of any one
else in his possession, and this seemed
to be the last resort.
TN do as you say, but it will be
long time before you see this wrapper,
I guess" she answered, with a smile
at his folly. "a man that can't write
nor read writin amt like to git many
letters
But strange to say the good woman
was mistaken, for the day following
Swans departure Mrs. Hamilton called
in to see her, ostensibly on an errand
connected with the weekly wash, but
really to hear from Mrs. Fry about the
detectives proceedings while there, for
to her he had said very little.
She found Mrs. Fry at work mending
the lining to an old coat, but she was
glad to see Mrs. Hamilton, and told
her so.
You find me to work. I've threat
ened an threatened to take day for
the last month to mend up Edes'
things. But I've jest got about it, an
such a mess! Why, his clo'es is all
off his back. You never did see!"
Mrs. Fry was given to eXaggeration.
"An' to think" she said moment
later, after all said to that detective
feller, that l should find a letter in
the linin' of the first coat 1 took to
mend
"a letter!'
Eyes, crowded way into the corner
of the linin'; went through the hole
in the pocket, most like
''Where is the letter."
"Over there on the table,"
Constance glanced in the direction
indicated, and saw a misunderstanding
address, Robert D. Swan" with name
and street and number, which she
knew perfectly we'll Turning it over