Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1905-06-03
(copyright, BY The cassell Publishing Coz
CHAPTER 1Y.-Continued.

ly3 Sdiu WI. Ldulu, calmly CTOSSluS
his legs as he sat in the buffers chair
It's to spare the ladies worry, trou-
BILE and excitement that l came to
you. I'll be frank with you; because
Il can easily see you're a man Of dis
erection and can keep secret. am
expecting the murderer of Mr.. North
to call here, and want to be where
I can arrest him quietly and without
undue excitement, which you wouldn't
want yourself in a family like this,
now, would you, Moffett?"
"But-but they-the servants-migh
know you're here. They may have
seen you come in. They"
"Oh, pshaw, Moffett, you can slam
the front door, and If any questions
are asked, you can say that I went
out that way. Come, come, Motfett,
be 8 man. Don't shake so. Every
thing will be done quietly and in or
der, assure you"
And this man, this murderer"
stammered Moffett, who was we'll
nigh frightened out of his wits; "is
he violent, sir? Won't he try to shoot
somebody else? Won't he--I think,
perhaps, il went out down the street
q little while so as not to be Obliged
to answer any questions"
ZAP excellent idea, Motfett," inter-
rupted the detective, who was really
beginning to be alarmed by the undue
agitation OF the affrighted steward.
But, hold on. Wait till / have done
with you. Where are the won-,n
folk?"
= in their rooms, sir, upstairs"
"Umha! Do you happen to have
any photographs of tn, young ladies
handy?"
There are some in the parlor. Yes,
STR
Get them for me. Bring them here
Immediately"
Moffett hastened out, and was beck
In q moment with the desired articles.
"Umha! And this roguish-looking
face is Miss Stella, eh?"
Yes, SIR
she doesn't resemble her sister
much, eh?"
That has been often remarked.
SIR
When Mr.. Lamm had made sufficient
mental notes upon the pictures, he re.
turned them to the servant, and they
were Immediately replaced in their
customary repositories. This time Mr..
Lamm made so bold as to cautiously
accompany the butler to the front of
the house. The hush of great ca
lamity reigned everywhere. The house
was built on terrace, and the sery-
ants quarters were on the floor below.
That. particular story was deserted.
Az glance the detective took in the
possibilities of the place All the
rooms opened from the wide hallway,
separated therefrom. by portieres.
This was excellent for his designs, If
he could find suitable hiding-place.
His restless eye -hted upon stained.
glass window at the back Of the hall,
What Is back Of that?" he whis-
pered.
Toilet room, SIR ;IN,
SIS that window movable?"
II believe SO, sir; but it is never
moved
Where does that room open from 2"
j; From the back hall"
Very WELL Moffett will lock nv.
self In there. If there are any in
quiries. you have accidentally twisted
the key of in the lock, and will go
for q locksmith to repair the damage.
The locksmith will not be in. You
understand"
Mofett, who was becoming resigned
to his fate, though his teeth still ex-
hibited tendency to chatter, led the
way to the room. Standing upon a
chair, the detective examined the win
dow. To his delight he found that it
could be moved up and down. He took
the liberty Of making narrow crevice
between the lower sash and the sill.
Reassured by the presence of another
window opening upon the outer world,
MI. Lamm. who was quite alive to the
bold risk he was taking, earnestly i'm
pressed upon Mr.. Motfett the necessity
tor secrecy, and locked himself into
The room.
The sound Of key turning in the
latch-iock of the front door brought
about Q responsive stir from the story
above. There was a rustic of skirts,
and woman, who Lamm imagined
had been watching at window, came
down the stairs before the outer door
was opened.
ooh, Mr.. Stackhouse!" It was a
querulous, fearful woman's voice, and
spoke in one of those sibilant whis-
pers that distress the nearer more than
would the loudest of tones. Isn't it
awful? My pcsc bro4her-in-law! Why
haven't they sent the body? It's not
come down with you? Oh, dear me,
dear me, it seems as though l would
go out Of my head! Why, Thornton
Thornton, you don't know half what
I've been through"
Mr.. Stackhouse placed his hat and
coat on chair
You don't know what I've been
through he said, in meaning tones
why Is the house shut up like this