The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1908-01-02
CHAPTER ".
c SAYS GooDBY.

CHAPTER Nv.
CECILY SAYS GOoDBY.
The cold light OF the morning brought
with 1t a profound skepticism. God
frey,s theory no longer seemed so con-
yincing; in fact, 1t did not seem con-
vincing at all. Many objections oc-
CURED to me; I saw that the whole
elaborate structure was built upon
quicksand-there was no proof that any
or the clippings referred to Tremaine
or Thompson; there was no truth 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 1t the whole structure
would stand or fall.
M Royce" I said to our junior in
the course of the morning, II wonder IL
L could be spared this afternoon? I've
some business of my own which I'd
like very much 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 a ticket to
Ossln1ng. Once there, / went to the
grey old prison and stated my errand
to MIR. Jones, the sub-warden, whom I
found in charge.
i've come up from New York" / be-
gam, after giving him my card, ito
49,. fo0 NeiA dSlleiA ILLS IIid1t,E anu
l handed him the photograph of
Thompson.
He looked at it long and searching
~, seemingly for a time in doubt, but
at last he shook his head.
N | don't believe 1 cam" he said,
There's something familiar about the
face, but / amt place it,
.HoW long have you been connected
with the prison, Mr.. Jones?" I asked.
Z began thirty years ago as guard.
PVT what made you think l could iden-
tify his, fellow"
We've rather imagined" T answered
that his real name was Johnson and
that he served a term here for rob-
berry, beginning in 1886"
He ooked at the photograph again,
with a sudden flush of excitement in
his face.
II 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 is" he said, opening a com
partment and pointing to a photograph.
It's the same man, sure, only changed
a lot. 1t would be Easy to prove 1t.
l suppose they took his Bertillon meas
urefnents at the morgue, and we've only
10 compar them with ours. They'd be
the same, no matter how much he'd
changed"
And he had changed, indeed, The
St'Ai'oi u lilt III i5otl pllOIOSIdD pm was,
OF course. smooth shayen; his face was
alert, intelligent; there was no c
upon the temple, nor did the features
show the subtle bloating of long CON
tlnued dissipation. But it was the same
Undoubtedly it was the same. There
was no need to apply any finer tests.
L remember him now" said Jones.
looking from one photograph to the
other" very well. He was a quiet, well
behaved chap-had been captain of a
little tramp steamer, 1 believe. Had a
perfect mania for cutting pieces out
of newspapers and passing them in a
scrap book. He spent all his leisure
time thai way. oh, yes; / remember.
too, he tried to escape, but his pal
went back on him and left him layin'
out yonder by the wall. His nal was a
bad one, he was; he got away and
I've often wondered what become OF
him. Here he is.
He swung open another compartment
and l found myself staring at Ire
maine!
Not until I a quite near New York
did l recover sufficiently from the eff
fects of this discovery to heed the cry
of h train boy as he went through the
coaches with the evening papers.
All about tn EdgeHere murderi"
he was crying. and the name caught
my ear.
~"Edgemere,'' 1 repeated to myself.
"Edgernere. I've heard that name
somewhere"
Then in a flash / remembered: and
IN a moment more the whole story OF
the tragedy of the night before-the
murder of Graham and the theft OF
Mrs. Delroy's necklace-lay before me.
With what intensity of interest [ read
1t can be easily imagined; was shaken
nervous, horror-stricken That there
was some connection between this sec
ond tragedy and the one in suite four
teen l did not doubt; and | read and
re-read the details with the Creates
care, in the effort to find where tha'
connection lay.
Tremaine could be implicated in the
Edgemere mystery even in the least
degree-his alibi vas perfect. on the
other hand, the evidence against young
Drysdale seemed complete in every
link. Certainly, none of the papers
doubted mis- guilt, and they handled his
past career n his family history, with
a mlnuteness and freedom which must
nave been most trying to his friends
coroner Heffelbower came in for the
lions share of praise-everyone agreed
that he had conducted the case with
rare skill and cu1nen OF course, the
Record had his photograph, as well as
those of his wife and six children, anc
as l looked at his ~ face, I fancieC
him strutting back and forth in his ga.
loon, inflated with pride, and listening
approvingly to the constant ringing o.
the cash register. It's an i'll wind-bu,
certainly there was no denying thai he
had handled the case adroitly.
Drysdale, it appeared, had beer
lodged in the Jail at Babylon, and
steadfastly refused to make n state.
lnent, or to explain his absence from
the house. No reporters a been ad.
In1tted to Edgemere-though that fac
dad not prevent two or three of then
from writing minute descriptions Of tn,
conoit1on of affairs there, and publish.
ing interviews with the members of tn.
family. Marvellous accounts were giver
of the exquisite beauty and immense
value of the missing necklace, and TIL,
Record published a drawing of 1t iron
e description by Tiffany"
We pulled into the station, and I tool
q car down to nv --nr- turning thi.