Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-01-18

ing. In fact, it did not seem convincing
ut all. Many objections occurred to
me. saw that the whole elaborate
structure was built upon quicksand.
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 it the whole structure
would stand or fall.
"Mr. Royce" said to our junior, In
the course of the morning, II wonder If
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 I 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 cr-
rand to MI. Jones, the subwarden,
whom l found in charge.
"Tye come up from New York." I
began, after giving him my card, ito
see IL you can identify this man." and
l handed him the photograph of
Thompson.
He looked ut it long and searchingly,
seemingly for time in doubt, but at
last he shook his head.
mo, / don't believe cam" he said.
'There's something familiar about the
face, but l can't place It."
"How long have you been connected
with the prison. Mr. Jones?" asked.
II began thirty years ago as guard.
But what made you think could iden-
tify this fellow?"
We've rather imagined" answer
ed, "that his real name was Johnson
and that he served term here for
robbery, beginning in 1885,"
He looked at the photograph again,
with sudden flush Of excitement in
his face
81 believe you're right" he said.
Lets look at Johnson's photo"
He consulted the index, then turned
to one Of the wall cases.
''Here he u.s." he said. opening COM
partment and pointing to a photograph.
cts the same man sure, only changed
a lot. It would be easy to prove 1t.
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 hloating Of long con-
tinued dissipation. But it was the
Internationally it vas the same.
There was no need to apply any finer
tests.
II remember him now" said Jones,
looking from one photograph to the
other, Every well. He was quiet
well behaved chap; had been captain
of little tramp steamer, ! believe. He
had q perfect mania for cutting pieces
out Of newspapers and FASTING 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 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 u.s."
He swung open another compart-
ment, and I 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.
"Edgemere. 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 muir
der Of Graham and the theft Of Mrs.
Delroy's necklace-lay before me-
With what intensity of interest read
it can be easily imagined. I was
shaken, nervous, horror stricken. That
there was some connection between
this second tragedy and the one in
suit fourteen did not doubt, and /
read and reread the details with the
greatest care, in the effort to find
where that connection lay.
But It was impossible to see how
Tremaine could be implicated in the
Edgemere mystery even in the least
degree-his alibi was perfect. On the
other hand, the evidence against young
Drysdale seemed complete in every
link Certainly none Of the papers
doubted his guilt, and they handled his
past career and his family history with
minuteness and freedom which must
have been most trying to his friends.
Coroner Heffelbower came in for the
lions share Of praise-every one agreed
that he had conducted the case with
rare skill and acumen. OF course the
Record had his photograph, as well as
those Of his wife and six children, and
as I looked at his round face fancied
him strutting back and forth in his
saloon, inflated with pride and listening
approvingly to the constant ringing