Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-10-01

There was no proof that any of the
 clippings referred to Tremaine or
 Thompson. There was no proof that Thompson had gathered them with
 elaborate care and of set purpose. There was no proof
 Yes. There was one point susceptible of proof. By 1t the whole structure would stand or fall.
 "Mr. Royce" said to our junior, in the course of the morning, T wonder if I could be spared this afternoon? I've some business of my own which I'd very much like to attend to-
 Why, certainly" he answered in stantly. So when left the office at noon, took the elevated to the Grand Central station and bought ticket to Ossining. Once there, went direct to the gray old prison and stated my CT rand to Mir. Jones, the subwarden, whom found in charge.
 "I've come up from New York" I began, after giving him my card. ito see if you can identify this man." and handed him the photograph of Thompson.
 He looked at it long and searchingly, seemingly for time in doubt, but at last he shook his head
 "No, I don't believe I can." he said. There's something familiar about the face, but can't place It."
 "How long have you been connected with the prison, Mir. Jones?' I asked.
 "I began thirty years ago as guard. But what made you think could iden- tify this fellow?"
 We've rather imagined" I answer ed, 'that his real name was Johnson and that he served a term here for robbery, beginning in 1885,"
 He looked at the photograph again, with sudden flush of excitement in his face.
 T believe you're right" he said. Lets look at Johnson's photo"
 He consulted the index. then turned to one of the wei cases.
 "Here he Is" he said, opening a com pertinent and pointing to photograph. "It's the same man sure. only changed a lot. It would.be easy to prove 1t. I suppose they took his Bertillon meas urements at the morgue, and we've only to compare them with ours. They'd be the same, no matter how much he'd changed"
 And he had changed, indeed! The Johnson of the prison photograph was. of course, smooth shaven; his face was alert. intelligent; there was no scas upon the temple, nor did the features show that subtle bloating of long con tinued dissipation. But it was the same-undoubtedly 1t was the same. There was DO need to apply any finer tests.
 "I remember him now" said Jones, looking from one photograph to the other, ''very well. He was a quiet, well behaved chap: had been captsin of little tramp steamer, believe He had a perfect mania for cutting pieces out of newspapers and pasting them in scrapbook. He spent all his lei- sure time that way. Oh, yes; remem. Der, too, he tried to escape. but his pal went back on him and left him lay In out wonder by the wall. Ills pal was a bad one. he was; he got away and I've often wondered what become of him. Here he is."
 He swung open another compart- l ment. and found myself staring at Tremaine!
 Not until was quite near New York did I recover sufficiently from the effects of this discovery to heed the cry of the train boy as he went through the coaches with the evening papers.
 "All about tn Edgemere murderw he was crying. and the name caught | my ear.
 "Edgemere." repeated to myself. | "Edgenerc. I've heard that name | somewhere
 Then in flash remembered, and in | a moment more the whole story of the | tragedy of the night before--the mur- der of Graham and the theft of Mrs. i Delroy's necklace-lay before me. With what intensity of interest read | 1t can be easily imagined. was shaken. nervous. horror stricken. That | there was some connection between | this second tragedy and the one in | suit fourteen I did not doubt. and I read and reread the details with the | greatest care. in the effort to find | where that connection lay.
 But 1t was impossible to see how | Tremaine could be implicated in the | EdScmere mystery even In the least | degree-his alibi was perfect. On the other hand. the evidence against young l Drysdale seemed complete in every l link. Certainly none of the papers I doubtc1 his guilt. and they handled his I past career and his family history with | a minuteness and freedom which must I have been most trying to his friends. i Coroner Hefelbover came in for the Hons share of praise-every one agreed I that he had conducted the case with | rare skill and acumen. Of course the Record had his photograph. as well as those os his wife and six children. and as Iookei at his round face I fanciei him struttinz back and forth In his saloon. inflated with pride and listening approvinziy to the constant ringing Of the cash register. It's an m wind but certainly there vas 10 denying that he had handled the case airoifIy. |
 Drr.'aIe ii apuearssf had hos- lo-Ir-