The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1906-12-06
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"A Story of Manboffan
BY BURTON E. STEVENSON
Author of THE Holiday Case"

Copyright. 1904, by Henry Holt and Company


to one of the wall cases.
"Here he is" he said. opening a COM
partment and pointing to photograph.
"It's the same man sure, only changed
a lot. 1t would be easy to prove it
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 scar
upon the temple, nor did the features
show that subtle bloating of long con-
tinued dissipation. But it was the
undoubtedly it was the same.
There was no need to apply any finer
| tests.
81 remember him now" said Jones,
| looking from one photograph to the
other, very we'll. He was Il quiet,
we'll behaved chap; had been captain
of a little tramp steamer, i believe. He
out of newspapers and FASTING them
in a 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 yonder by the WALL His pal
was bad one. he was; he got away
and I've often wondered what become
of him. Here he is"
He swung open another compart-
ment. and l found myself staring at
| Tremaine!
Not until was quite near New York
effects of this discovery to heed the
cry of the train boy as he went through
the coaches With the evening papers.
CAN about tn Edgemere murder"
he was crying, and the name caught
my ear.
"Edgemare," 1 repeated to myself.
"Edgemere I've heard that name
somewhere"
Then in flash remembered, and in
q moment more the whole story of the
tragedy Of the night before-the MUIR
der of Graham and the theft of Mrs.
4 Delroy's necklace-lay before me
With what intensity of interest read
it can be easily imagined. was
shaken, nervous, horror stricken. That
there was some connection between
this second tragedy and the one il
4 suit fourteen l did not doubt, and
read and reread the details with the
greatest care, in the effort to fine
wnere that connection lay.
But it was impossible to see how
Tremaine could be implicated in. th'
Edgemere mystery even in the leas
degree-his alibi was perfect. On tn
other hand, the evidence against youn:
Drysdale seemed complete in ever.
link. Certainly none of the paper
doubted his guilt, and they handled hi
/ past career and his family history wit
minuteness and freedom which mus
have been most trying to his friends
Coroner Heffelbower came in for til
lions share of praise-every one agree
Z that he had conducted the case wit
i rare skill and acumen. OF course th
: Record had his photograph, as well a
\ those of his wife and six children, an
I as l looked at his round face fancie
+ him strutting back and forth in hi
I saloon, inflated with pride and listenin
i approvingly to the constant ringin
of the cash register It's an ill wind
but certainly there was no denyin
that he had handled the case adroitl
i Drysdale, it appeared, had been lod:
{ ed in the Jail at Babylon and steat
y tasty refused to make any statemel
{ or to explain his absence from ii
house. No reporters had been admi
Z ted to Edgemere, though that fact d
not prevent two or three of them fro
4 writing minute descriptions of the co
h dition of affairs there and publishiI
y interviews with the members OF I'll
Il family. Marvellous accounts were 81
\ Ell Of the exquisite beauty and il
mense value of the missing necklac
y and the Record published drawn
ii of it from description by Tiffany"
MI We pulled into the station, and
h took car down to my rooms, turnil
y this latest enigma over and over
h my mind, looking at it from every Il
y gle, trying in vain to discover son
) fact that would implicate Tremaia
9 At my door l paused Il moment. Tht
N crossed the hall and knocked at III
y maine's door. Perhaps Ceclly had fo
N given me, and in an evenings talk
\ ought surely to be able to find o
n something more.
u But it was not Cecily. 1t was TT
h maine himself who opened to me.
q "Oh, Mr. Lester" he cried, wi
n hand outstretched, chow are you?
9 wanted to see you I've been lstenil
h for your step. You must join us he
y this evening""
! 81 shall be glad to-" / said. retur
y ing his clasp, all my suspicious me
d ing away, reduced to absurdity at sig
= of him. But why SO particularly I'll
d EVENING""
y Because we've planned a little Gel
b bration. Cecily is going away
" Going away?"
B "Yes-back to st. Pierre to get II