Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1905-07-04

W tuS CT uSu WITHOUT, OF 10 the lOuQ ana
reiterated demands: LET US in! Let
US int"
In the dead mans clenched hand,
which Mr.. Lamm made no attempt to
unclasp, was held S2-caliber revolver.
The other hand held pen.
Written on the blotter of the desk was
this, the last message of Thornton
Stackhouse:
Send for my wife. Marion Stackhouse
Tell her my death is my reparation
Il can forgive her II she can forgive mo-
But cannot live without her"
Mr.. Lamm read the words, and gave
q look full Of pity at the motionless fig
ure sitting theresa near him, yet in
an awful sense so far removed.
The stentorian demand at the outer
door had ceased when he reentered his
main Office, but there was dull MUIR
muir, which grew to very babel of ex-
cited sounds, when Mr. Lamm's form
was seen on the threshold.
Two men were standing close to the
door, having apparently been given that
post Of distinction by common consent
OF tho crowd, who held back q little
way.
Mr.. Lamm knew his men at once.
Gentlemen" he said, gravely, you
are outwitted!"
They made pretense of misunder-
standing him.
What do you mean?" said the older
man.
Il mean." returned the detective.
quietly, that you can inform your in
spector that your services will be no
longer necessary. The inner room, gen.
tlemen."
He waved his hand for them to enter.
They hurried in. In another minute
one of them came out, forced his way
through the increasing throng which
blocked the entrance, and hurried after
Inspector Applebee.
Mr.. Lamm turned gravely to his as
sistant.
Go to Richard Fetridges Office" he
said. In a low tone, "and have him here
at once. Don't explain. Don't listen
to any excuses for delay"
The man pushed through the crowd
and was off like shot
Both messengers were signally sue
cessful.
To the immense satisfaction of the
breathless officer in citizens clothes, he
met Inspector Applebee coming down
the street holding his course directly in
the line taken by Mr. Lamm's mes
senger.
Two words, and the inspector hur-
rled toward the scene Of death, and
found his way through the press. Mr..
Lamm, waiting at the door, bowed and
admitted him at once.
With Inspector Applebee and his man,
great surge of excited humanity
rushed into Mr.. Lamm's Office. Only by
dint of the most active exertions could
the police keep back the eager crowd
from the little room
Presently there was stir at the outer
door. Attention was diverted for the
moment from what the little room con-
tanned of animate or inanimate human
ity, as Mr.. Fetridge, visibly excited, en-
tered the Office under the guidance of
Mr.. Lamm's messenger.
Mr.. Lamm, counting upon his speedy
coming, was on the watch, and with the
cooperation of Inspector Applebee, to
whom the detective deferred as being the
representative in authority, Richard
Fetridge was admitted to the inner
room.
"A horrible sight" he murmured,
putting his hands before his face, and
leaning against one of the officers. In
Few moments he had recovered, but
avoided, as much as he could, turning
any glance toward the desk.
Do you remember what Daniel Web
ster said once?" Fetridge spoke to Mr..
Lamm under his breath, but not so low
that the listening ear of Inspector APP
plebee did not catch every word: There
Is no refuge for the murderer but sui
eide. And suicide is confessionn"
Hardly was the sentence uttered, when
Inspector Applebee, as if aroused by
some sudden thought, ordered the Off
GERS to clear the outer room and to
prevent further blockade upon the
stairway
Not you, OF course" said the inspect
or, addressing generally the little group.
No word was spoken by them while
the orders were carried out, not with
out some difficulty. When the room
was cleared at last, the inspector mo-
toned to one of his men to remain by
the body, and led the way into the larger
room, Mr.. Lamm and Mr.. Fetridge fol-
lowing in turn.
Taking no note Of the detective, In
spector Applebee wheeled upon his COM
panion and clapped firm hand on his
arm.
Il am sorry to have to say 1t, Mr..
Fetridge, but must take you into Gus
tody."
Richard Fetridge stood aghast, unable
to articulate syllable
Self-poised as ever, Mr.. Lamm took
his cue to speak
Inspector Applebee," he said, very
coolly, ut Is not my business, perhaps,
but you are sure that in arresting Mr..
Fetridge you are not making a mis-