The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-09-30

CONTINUED From festcrday.)
EXCUSE my using your name" he
said. "If l used my own name some
one of these dunderheads would recog-
It. and want to NEEDLE in the
THAT is all right" 1 answered. But
supposing any one applies, l have no
"oh, yes, you have" said he, hand
Ing me one. This will do very well.
1t is almost a fac-simile"
And who do you expect will answer
this advertisement"
"Why, the man in the brown coat
our fiorid friend with the square toes
If he does not come himself he VIII
send an accomplish"
would he not consider 1t as too dan
g~erous?"
mot at all. If my view of the case
is correct. and l have every reason to
believe that it Is, this man would rather
risk anything than lose h ring. Ac-
cording to my notion he dropped 1t
while STOPPING over Drebber's body
and did not miss 1t at the time. After
leaving the house he discovered his
loss, dIlu uuIIlcu OdSh, puh "a
police already in possession, owing to
his own folly in leaving the candle
burning. He had to pretend to be
drunk In order to allay h suspicious
which might have been aroused by his
appearance at the gate. Now put your
self In the mans place. On thinking
the matter over, 1t must have occurred
to him that 1t was possible that he nad
lost the ring in the road after leaVln"
the house. What would he do then
He would eagerly look out for the eve
ming papers. in the hope of seeing II
among the articles found His eye, oil
course, would light upon this. He
would be oyerjoyed. Why should ne
fear a trap? There would be no rea-
son in his eyes why the finding OF the
rims should be connected with the muir
der. He would come. He will come
You shall see him within an hour"
"And then?" 1 asked.
"Oh. you can leave me to deal with
him then. Have you my arms?"
81 have my bic service revolver AND
a few cartridges"
"You had better clean 1t and load 1t
He will be a desperate man, ant
though | shall take him unawares. 1t is
as well to be ready for anything"
| went to my bedroom and followed
his advice. When I returned with the
pistol the table had been cleared, and
Holmes was engaged in his favorite
occupation of %scraping upon his violin
1.-THE plot t~hickens," he said. as l en-
tered. at have just had an answer &c
my American telegram. My view oil
the case Is the correct one"
And that is?' / asked. eagerly.
my fiddle would be the better for
new strings" he remarked. Put your
pistol In your pocket. When the fellow
comes, speak to him In an ordinary
way. Leave the rest to me. Don't
brighten him by looking at him toe
hard"
ut is 8 o'clock now" I said, glancine
at my watch.
Eyes. He will probably be here In 0
few minutes. Open the door slightly
That will do. Now put the key on the
inside. Thank you! This Is a queer
old book 1 picked up at a stall yester-
day-'De Jure inter Gentes'-publishet
In Latin at Liege in the Lowlands, ir
1912. Charles's head was still firm or
his shoulders when this little brown
DdCheu NOlufIlo Wab tihN Ohs
"Who is the printer?'
philippe de Croy, whoever he ma.
have been. On the fy-leaf, in yer,
faded ink. is written, Eek libris Guliolm
Whyte. I wonder who William Whytt
was? Some prasmatical seventeenth
century lawyer. l suppose. His writ
ing has a legal twist about 1t. Her
comes II man, l think"
AS HI spoke there was a sharp rint
at the bell. Sherlock Holmes rose soft
ly, and moved his chair in the direc
ton of the door. We heard the servan
pass along the hall. and the sharp clicl
of the latch as she opened 1t.
Does DIR. Watson live here?" aske'
a clear but rather harsh voice. w
could not hear the servants reply, bu'
the door closed, and some one begar
to ascend the stairs. The football was
an uncertain and shuf1ing one A lool
of surprise passed over the face of M.
companion as he listened to 1t. 1t cam
slowly along the passage, and there
was q feeble tap at the door.
Come I'M" I cried.
At my m instead OF the mar
of violence whom we expected, a very
old and wrinkled hobbled into
the apartment. She appeared to bt
dazzled by the sudden blaze of light
and. after dropping a curtsey, she stood
blinking at uA with her bleared eyes
and fumbling in her pocket with ner'
vous. shaky fingers. l glanced at my
companion, and his face had assumed
such a disconsolate expression that ]
was all I could do to keep my counte-
nance. The old crone drew out an eve
ming paper, and pointed at our adver'
tisement.
'It's this as has brought me, gooe
gentlemen she said, dropping an
other curtsey; "a gold we~dding-ring ir
Brixton road. 1t belongs to my girl
Sally, as was married only this time
twelvemonth. which her husband Il
steward aboard a Union boat. n whai
he'd say II he come 'ome and found hel
without her ring is more than l car
think, he being short enough at tho
best o. times, but more especially whei
he has the drink. If 1t please you. she
went to the circus last night alone
with"
els that her ring?" 1 asked.
1.-THE Lord be thankedl' cried the OLD