Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-09-03

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 Look, look! cried Syluta,. gasptng. that Sylvia had tainted, carried her up the stairs to lay the unconscious girl on her own bed. Then she descended rapidly, locked the door leading from : the shops to the stairs and again looked at the body. The time she had been ! away was about seven or eight min i utes, and the body still remained with i the one open eye staring meaningless ly at the ceiling. Deborah, drawn by fascination like bird by serpent, crept forward and touched the head. It moved, and she again tried to lift It. This time she found she could do so. The head she lifted against her breast and then laid it down again of her nigbtgown was stained with | blood. Pulling her wits together, for she felt that she needed them every one, she examined the head and neck To her horror she found round the throat strong thin copper wire, which disappeared through hole in the floor. Apparently this had been pulled so tightly as to keep the head down and 1 to choke the old man, and so cruelty as to cut deeply into the flesh. With moan of horror Deborah dropped the i head and ran to the trapdoor in the corner If anywhere, those who had murdered Aaron Norman were lurking ! in the cellar. But the trapdoor would not open, and then she remembered that it was closed by bolt underneath ! She could not reach the midnight as- sassin that way.
 "The front door," she gasped, and ran to unbolt it. The bolts were easily removed, but the door was also locked, and Aaron usually had the key depos- ited nightly in the cellar by Bart. Re- pugnant as it was for her to approach the dead body, Deborah again went forward and felt in the pockets and loose clothing. The man was com pletely dressed, even to an overcoat which he wore. But she could not find the key and wondered what she was to do. Probably the key had been hung up in the cellar as usual. Neces- sity being the mother of invention, she remembered that the window glass was fragile and ran up in the hope of breaking through. But the stout shut ters were up, so Deborah found that she was sealed in the house.
 ] Almost in a state of distraction, for by this time her nerve had given way, she unlocked the door to the stairs and ran up, three steps at time, to the sitting room. Here she opened the win dow and scrambled out on to the ledge among Sylvia's flower pots. Just as she was wondering how she could get down the measured tread of a police man was heard, and by craning her neck Deborah saw him coming leisure ly along the street, swinging his dark lantern on the windows and doors. It was a moonlight night and the street ] was extraordinarily well lighted, as the moon shone straightly between the houses. Gathering her strength for a last effort, Deborah yelled as only she could yell and saw the startled officer spinning round, looking up and down l and sideways to see where the shrieks came from. "Up-up-oh, look up, you fool.' screamed Deborah. Murder oh, murder! Burst in the door! Call the police, drat you! Help! Helpr' ' By this time she was the center of a circle of bright light, for the police man had located her and his lantern was flashing on her white nightgown as she clung to the window sill.
 What are you making that noise forg" called up the officer grufly.
 Murder, you foolr' screamed Debo- rah. Masters murdered. No. 45-the doors locked-break it open. Police! Policer'
 Before she finished the sentence the officer blew his whistle shrilly and ran 10 the door of the shop, against which he placed his shoulder Deborah climB ed in again by the window and ran down again. but even then, in her ex- citement and horror. she did not forget to lock the door leading to the stairs. so that Sylvia might not be disturbed As she descended she flung a thick shawl over her shoulders. which she had caught up when leaving her room. though for the rest she had nothing on but a nightgovn- But the poor woman was too terrified to be troubled by any scruples at the moment and reached the shop to hear heavy blows on the door. Between the thuds Deborah coud hear footsteps running inward from every quarter. T ain't got the kerr she slsrieked through the keyhOIe- Break in tie door, drzt you, Murder Murder
 Fro- the noise sae made those with out concluded that some terrible crime vas taking place within and re doublsd their efforts. Deborah had just tine to leap b1ck after a final scream when the door. fen fat o1 the seor. and three policemen sprzng into the roon vith drzu1 bstO1s and fhsfr Hzhts fishing Ike stsrS -Ihe