Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1908-06-26

not then have been some method in her
| madness?
rs there anything more mysterious,
Marcellus." broke in Mr. Landiss sud-
denly. than the association of ideas?
Nothing could well be more remote from
this distressing catastrophe than our trip
! abroad. except, of course, that we then
met poor Devries, YET my mind keeps re-
yertIng to triling incident connected
with it
I'VE were staying, Estelle and /, at
rural inn in Deyonshire, and Devries,
| who already was devoted TO her, ran
down from the city to see us, The next
morning | went early to his room,
| raped, without response, opened the
door the room was vacant, had not been
| occupied"
Il own | was startled for moment,
but directly / went downstairs / found a
note stating he had been called back to
town on important business, and left
| without seeing us, the hour was 50 late.
| Could anything be more jejune, Marcel
lus? And yet continually see that
great rambling room, with its high foar
poster, its low cut window through which
came the fragrance of the garden, the
extension roof without"
AT all events not narrowing mem
| Dry" interposed the Judge encoura gingly
That's the devil of it, Mareellus. That
scene then, like the remembrance of that
scene now, reverted my mind in the
strangeSt way to an incident of the past
would give all / possess to blot out.
You understands You remember how
they used to talk against me before my
marriage? It's little wonder that golden
youth goes wrong, but if it knew, if it
only knew, the scourging of our pleasant
/ vices
But there l am aside from the point,
as your lawyers say. Why, / ask; why
such juncture of isolated facts?"
e
4 them all declared the judge oracularly
An element so slight us to have been
apparently unnoticed at the occurring Of
each event, yet stout enough to form
the wire along which flashes your mental
electricity"
Which / wish it wouldn't" groaned
Mr. Iandiss. "This real trouble is bad
enough, poor Estelle; the physicians say
sine may never recover her reason com
pletely; but how can a man face and
throttle it, if it continually presents a
new and more terrible aspect? | won't
d il my you longer with my hypos, Marcel
Il pray you may sleep WELL" said the
j Judge
/ Then pray that l do not dream, Mar
cellus."
"Heighho," soliloquized the judge as
ne entered his own room, IF that com
mon detail of Landiss' should become
more apparent it might, it might solve"
.The undoubted murder of Lionel De-
yrles, slrF asked man rising from the
easy chair before the embers of the
hearth
| 'Cronkite" cried the judge. 81 vow
/ had clean forgotten you were in the
house. But what do you mean by putting
IN my mouth conclusions drawn from in
sufficient premises?'
II took the liberty. sir, at first oppor-
tunlty OF inspecting the premises in more
senses than one" replied the detective.
Was Mr.. Devries left handed, may /
mo, no; 1 am positive, now 1 recall
him, he was not"
HE was shot through the heart, sir:
he was found lying on his left side.
Therefore, if the shot came from the re-
v0lver while in the satchel his left side
must have been turned directly to it.
| Would he have been apt to throw the
silver brushes into the satcheI with his
left hand? Would he have stood in
i such a posture if he threw them with
his right hand? l think not in either
case"
Think not won't do, Cronkite."
i "A person might readily have been
| hid in the next room, a spare room not
used because Mrs. Landiss died in II.
sir; room with its window opening on
! the roof of the veranda, just as the side
window of Devries' room opens. That
person might have stepped lightly from
one room to the other, shot Devries.
! turned his body into position, placed the
smoking revolver in the satchel with the
/ brushes on top, and slipped back again
before one of the men had even got to
/ the stairs. oh, woman like that would
be as quick, as resourceful-"
/ "A woman, Cronkite? You are heaping
absurdities-"
/ Il noticed, sir at once the scent of
white jasmine in MsDevries room. |
/ caught the same scent in the next room
in the closet where she may have hid
until chance offered to make good her
escape. A clinging perfume, not very
common, but here is the extract in this
little vial Don't You recollect?"
! 1T brings back the scene more dis
tinctly," unused the judge as he shifted.
| The scent might have been an I'M
noticed detail-Lord. Tell me, Cronkite.
does white jasmine grow in England in
Devonshire, say, in the garden of
/ rural innT'
mo sir, it's "a native of southern Flu
] rope, but woman might also use the
perfume there"
Cronkite during his short stay in the
house had learned well its domestic
| economy. He knew that Alexander
GandlSS slept IN the room next to the
| library and connected with it by cur
tanned door. He knew that there were
! two other doors to the library, the main
one which Landiss always locked on re-
| firing, leaving the key outside and one
opening on the servants hall, kept locked
and never used. He knew that dupli-
| cate keys to this door hung on the rack
in the closet of that quiet and competent
| functionary. Mrs. Blifl, the housekeeper.
Master AMI man discussed the case
| together for time, the Judge from his
/ abstrus, reading and the detective from
| his exceptional experiences multiplying
| instances in which the memory had been
reused by perfume, a sudden and unex-
| pected sniff recalling scenes long for
| gotten in which the aroma had been an
uneonsidered detail.
After bidding the judge good night
| Cronkite stole down the stairs. With
/ little manipulation he picked the com
mon lock of the housekeeper's closet In
another instant he had let himself into
the library through the side door with