The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1908-05-25
CHAPTER vi.
(COntinued)

Fine! That narrows the chase
down to comparatively few boys
who know what | kept in my Of
f1ce," exclaimed Stone.
| "Ill get man who knows men
and how to gather evidence-ani
Theodore, you'll have a defendant
in him that anyone would envy
you"
Cousin" said Theodore, there's
not much money for great de-
Tense. am ruined now-we all are
since the fire."
mo" cried Troop, Selling him
by the hand mo. / am not utter
ly without funds myself, and there
is a rich person interested also"
"Who?"
| "Your fiancee, Jane Malley."
The prisoner jumped up from the
bench upon which he was sitting.
Janet" In his voice was supreme
love and gentleness, but also aston
ishment and utter lack of compre-
hension.
Jane? She defending me?" His
| look was of intense bewilderment.
why not? Is she not your flu
ture wife,"
i God knows" The prisoner spoke
doubtfully, and then lapsed into in
scrutable silence. Amazed, baffled,
Troop took his departure. 1t was
apparent to him that there was
something strange here, some great
secret that Theodore had not yet d.
vulged to him, his counsel.
| The crowds were great upon the
street; excitement was at it's high
est point. Troops first move was
to telegraph his Office in Boston a
code message, the gist of which
was: Find and send to me my
friend, Quintus Cakes; let nothing
stop you. Tell him l want him now,
at once, regardless of expense"
| Later by several hours came an
answering telegram, and that night,
as Roger and Troop discussed the
happenings and the developments
of the day, the lawyer explained to
the young man how fortunate he
considered himself in having Sc
cured the services of Mr.. Cakes.
He's the most erudite fellow |
ever knew, Roger. He's deiec-
tive of renown," continued Troop,
but not one of the rub-a- finger-on-
he-table-and-find type.
He's one of the most clear-minded
comprehensive men l ever met
cool, quick and original. His
methods of induction and of exclu-
sion are unusually concise, but
where he has great gifts also is in
his original methods of securing
evidence"
81 know now, he's the man who
cleared the Mona ENHANCEMENT"
Yes, and when you know him,
you won't wonder. But, Roger,
what do you think of the boy and
the cigaret?' continued Troop.
81 think nothing. | am too mud.
died already with what I've just
heard"
Whats that?'
Sam CUTLER, the old fellow-one
of those who entered the room
after the murder-just told me as !
came up here that the murder was
damned curious, as the corpse
didn't seem to bleed much And as
a matter of fact" continued Roger,
in deep earnestness, Il had noticed
that myself and had not mentioned
it to you. 1t was strange that
though the dagger went right
through Montgomery breast, there
was only drop or two of blood on
the floor and none on his clothes in
front"
The great criminal lawyers lean
ed toward Roger. And did anyone
else notice it," he questioned.
Yes, the chief took notes of it,
and we talked it over"
And will the chief deny it if it
hurts his case?"
Il think not; Thomas is an hOr
est man. Besides, DR.. Pearson, the
medical examiner, is new arrival
here and won't play any favorites
he has a high opinion of the truth. u
At half past three that morning
Roger and Mr.. Troop arrived at
the railway station and stood wait
ing for the train that was already
not far off.
Theh train came at last. The two
stood in the dim shadow beyond
the electric light and waited until
the engine had ceased to break the
morning stiffness with it's rumbling
and stood beside them, chugging
solemnly its rhythmic breaths OF
vapored power.
They looked down the platform
and saw several men alight, but the
tall, erect, handsome man they
were awaiting was not among
them.
Disappointed, they started tC
walk back, taking the highway by
, the water, and were soon overtaken
by a slender young fellow who in
quired the way, and half smiling in
the glimmering morning light, re
marked:
Looking for Quintus Cakes,
see"
Troop paused and started tc
! speak when he recognized an old
friend young Martin-one OF
Cakes right-hand men.
"Why, Martin" he cried.
} s-hush-Martin, the report
J er, representing the New Yorl
Daily -"
81 see. What's the scheme?"
"Oakes learned all about this; die
? not wait to see you; decided tc
, send me on by way of Providence.