Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-06-03

urge Inat JUG lHlrOuucIlOH lHtO tue ease l of document relating to large masses of valuable securities gives us for the ' first time some indication of motive ! for the crime"
 { Sherlock Holmes face showed that he was thoroughly taken aback by this new development. { T must admit both your points said l be. II confess that this notebook, which did not appear at the inquest, modifies any views which may have , formed I had come to theory of the | crime in which can find no place for 1 this. Have you endeayored to trace 1 any of the securities here mentioned?' { inquiries are now being made at i the offices, but I fear that the com ! plale register of the stockholders of { these South American concerns is in ! South America and that some weeks must elapse before we can trace the shares"
 Holmes had been examining the GOV : CT of the notebook with his magnifying i lens.
 Surely there is some discoloration : here" said he.
 "Yes, sir; it is a blood stain. I told you that I picked the book off the floor
 l "Was the blood stain above or be- low:'
 "On the side next the boards" ! Which proves, of course, that the book was dropped after the crime was i committed
 l Exactly. Mr. Holmes. I appreciated that point, and I conjectured that 1t was dropped by the murderer in his hurried flight. It lay near the door. i T suppose that none of these securi- ties have been found among the prop erty of the dead man."
 No, sir
 Have you any reason to suspect rob bery:'
 No, sir. Nothing seemed to have been touched
 Dear me, it is certainly a very in teresting case Then there was knife, was therS not?"
 "A sheath knife. still in its sheath. It lay at the feet of the dead man. Mrs. Carey has identified 1t as being her husbands property Holmes was lost in thought for some time.
 We'll said he at last, 'I suppose I shall have to come out and have look at it.'
 i Stanley Hopkins gave cry of joy.
 Thank you. sir. That will, indeed, be a weight off my mind.' ! Holmes shook his finger at the in spector.
 Tt would have been an easier task a week ago." said he. But even now my visit may not be entirely fruitless. Watson. if you can spare the time l should be very glad of your company. If you will call four wheeler, Hop kins, We shall be ready to start for Forest Row in quarter of an hour.'
 Alighting al the small wayside sta ton, we drove for some miles through the remains of widespread woods which were once part of that great for est which for so long held the Saxon invaders at bay-the impeneuable weald, for sixty years the bulwark of Britain. Vast sections of it have been cleared. for this is tue seat of the first iron works of the country, and the trees have been felled to smelt the ore. Now the richer fields of the north have absorbed the trade. and nothing save these ravaged groves and great scars in the earth shows the work of the past. Here. in a clearing upon the green slope of hill stood a long. low stone house. approached by curving drive running through the fields. Nearer the road and surrounded on three sides by bushes was small outhouse. one win dow and the door facing in our direc- ton. It was the scene Of the murder.
 Stanley Hopkins led us first to the house, where he introduced us to hag- gard, gray haired woman. the widow of the murdered man. whose gaunt and deep lined face. with the furtive look of terror in the depths of her red trimmed