The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-08-26
THE 1opG(Ilc or THINGS I'll
: All or.a4..s 1soss,vp . eAe esaAposptiay% and Discovers a Man
Of Many Crimes,

SrItneSs iii
He hurried out into the hallway, to come
face to face upon o young woman whose
handsome face was ashen. whose black
eyes were distended with alarm. In q
word he explained who he wa and what he
wanted"
I am Margaret Lanshaw,' the girl re-
sponded. ooh. / am 90 frightened Not a
servant In this house, and / can't find Ruth
or Ned anywhere. And now you say Frank
has mysteriously left you. What does 1t
means
'The disturbance In the street doubtless
called the others away said Cronkite.
But your b~rother-that Ia q different mat
ter. Tell me-. where are the things kept
that your father was wearing2'
SIN his dressing room. Nothing has been
disturbed since he died.
Then II you will be 90 good as to conduct
me there.'
Silently Margaret Lanshaw led the way
up the stairs and through the broad cor
ridor to the rear. Silently she opened the
door-then back she darted with Q low
scream.
'Lookl Look!' she gasped. ooh; my
brotherl Must you, too, have been takenp
1t is too muchl I cannot stand such hor-
rorsl'
Yet, as the detective sprang into the
room. che followed, her hand before her
eyes.
Frank L~anshaw's body lay on the floor
In front Of the mirror, where his fathers
body had lain. He was dead. There was q
bullet wound through his head, and in q
pane Of the window ON a line with the street
was a clean cut orihoe which that bullet
had made.
Cronkite threw open the sash and uprang
out on.the veranda roof, examining the
glass. He picked up something and thrust
it into his pocket, as he returned, In a move
uen6koo deft toibe:notioed.
I Margaret Dahshaw was standing by her
brothers side; her arms strained, her hands
ciasped; a statue Of woe.
: -You Door child said Cronkite, you
shall not bear this terrible responsibility
unaided, alone. I am about to telephone
for Judge Marcellus. But before I give
the alarm, and call for assistance, prove
yourself the noble m you would be,
you are. / must see the pocket case your
father carried at once, without any ones
knowing it. / can't tell why, but 1t is for
your own good, for your mother good
'Motherl' groaned the girl.
But presently, guiding herself bindly
along the wall, she brought a coat from
the closet, in the inside pocket OF which
was a black, fiat pocket case, opening into
two equal parts.
A glance told Cronkite that the envelope
was no longer between the halves, nor did
search disclose 1t in any Of the compart-
ments. Notwithstanding, he carefully ex-
amined the soft interior faoings Of each
par of the case under his glass. making
! certain measurements with a tape, and
tottins down memoranda, before he pro-
oeeded decently and la order to perform
the duties incumbent upon 80 sad and
grave q crisis.
II.
The police and the Coroner made short
| disposition Of Frank Lanshav's death.
Chance medley was their declaration;
.chauoe medley wal his verdict.
It was too obvious for discussion. A
shot fred by the r~etreating mob had sped
the unofending young man. The thing to
do then was to find the miscreant who had
wrought even worse than he had intended.
So, as the night hours came and aocumu-
lated, that unimpassioned grief, with which
sooner or later an undersigned fatality must
be accepted, gradually settled In the house.
hold and prevailed. But in the guest cham
ber, where Abe Cronkite was rendering
account to the Judge, circumstances were
being related and in~ferences drawn that
foreshadowed o vastly different state OF
affairs.
Cronkite's first act on entering was to
raise one OF the windows, which, like all
others of the second story, opened on the
veranda roof. Judge Marcellus looked up.
ohjecting, and then compromising.
That's right, my man. he said heartily
Il really enjoy the freshness Of the night
air. / forgot for the moment how your
asthma stiles you. And now, il you please.
what do you knowr'
There is no doubt, SIR answered the
detective, athat the elder Mr.! Lanshaw
met his death through natural causes. but I
fear that back Of those causes were grief
indignation, shame
you don't mean interrupted the
Judge. :
Il do mean, sir, as you surmised when
seeking a motive for his possible murder;
the $i0.0 900 which the old gentleman boarded
was stolen. and his only son. Frank. was the
thief. 1t was this knowledge which super
induced the shock"
IMPOSSIBLE
But only too true, sir. When I pressed
the young man on the subject he showed
evident signs Of guilt, and finally left me
abruptly, never to return. Like many
another model son, he led a double life.
That fine young fellow, his college chum
what is his name?-oh, yes, Barbauld,
admitted as much to me al hour since
Il myself would lay great weight on Bar
bauld's statement unused the Judge; "bu,
yet there Is really one fact in all this sur.
mlse-the money is missing. As cautious
men we should frat try to trace and recover
it.
-As we'll try TO gather individual rain
drops after a shower, sir. 1t s fair to
assume. since we Know nothing TO the N
trary, that a man fond Of possessing, count
ing, actually fondllng 80 large a sum would
have 1t in small ~pills-hves, tens, twentles,