Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1906-10-13


hastily into his pocket He never real
,zad what had occurred until, upon acci-
deutally pulling II out with his hand
kerchief in your lodgings, he found 1t
empty, 1t was for that reason he
searched SO anxiously. What became OF
Il did not matter 50 long as 1t was net
found In this room; though, as a matter
of fact, there was very small danger eTeH
then Of it affording a clue.
"And now we come to stroke or
abominable luck, of which Marnac has
every right to complain. | found the
caterpillar on the sheet Of the bed,
where it had crawled In its wanderings.
But that was not the worst of 1t. for
I happened to be the one man in al
Heidelberg who knew of its peculiar
properties; who knew that its hairs are
slightly poisoned, sufficient indeed to
raise a nasty rash on the hand; who
knew that the old-time Hottentots en-
ployed it for removing their enemies by
blowing the hairs into their lungs
took out a matchbox, emptied il, and
collected the caterpillar. | was closing
the box when looked up and saw Mar
nae watching me with a shocking ex-
preston. which could hardly have dis
forted the face of a perfectly sane man.
however provoked. Nearly every muir
derer has q screw loose somewhere; but,
in my opinion, Marnac is in an unusually
bad way. 1t may turn out more OF an
asylum than a gallows business, after
ALL"
But the details of the scene you pie
ture; how did you obtain themT
IT am a quick thinker, and the events
Of the evening began to arrange them
selves in a sort Of sequence, crowned
by the discovery of the caterpillar. The
inference to be gathered from them was
obvious l examined the nostrils of the
dead man, and found four of the cater
pillar hairs caught therein. On the dress
ing-table lay an ordinary pair of nah
scissors. Two hairs were jammed where
the blades met On the creased sheet of
paper, which l found behind the couch,
there was no sign; but the use to which
it had been put was plain. FROM Hans
knew the custom of the house: the
sleep after the midday meal, the open
doors, the opportunity. Is the matter
plain to your
what are you going to doT 1t was
all that could say.
Nothing tonight. TIE appear at a
German police-station at this hour with
such an extraordinary story would be
for two foreigners, at least-the height
of absurdity. Besides, there is no hurry;
Marnac won't bulge. He'll sit it out,
never fear"
One o'clock changed out from the
steeples as l babe goodnight to Graden
at the door of my lodgings. He had al
ready secured q room in n neighboring
hotel
Have you lock on your bedroom
door said he.
II believe So"
"Well, use it tonight. We've an ugly
customer to deal with; and the worst of
it is that, unless l am much mistaken,
he knows how much we know"
l watched him as he rolled away,
gigantic figure in the moonlight, waving
the thick stick he carried. Never had
my stairs seemed so Hncomfortably dark,
never had they creaked behind me 50
mysteriously. 1t was with sigh Of re-
lief that l gained my room and by =
quick glance assured myself that l was
alone.
1t seemed that had saly just dropped
OF int drea mland-fer, indeed, sleep
had been hard to woe that night-when
knocking at nay doSr brought me from
my bed. unlocked and opened It
Cousin Graden flied the foreground.
II didn't think he'd throw up the
sponge" said he But he has, none the
less Marnac has bolted"
And your
Il shall follow"
So commenced those strange wander
ings which l shall entitle The Trail Of
the Dead"
Ito be continued.)