The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1908-11-05

SOuSlueTIHS tHo eltSCt my uuo1-
pe.ted appearance must have had
on him he kept himself remarkably
well In hand.
Il want to talk to YOU" l contin-
ued rapidly. You are astonished
that | am here because you think
that your are serving my time
began.
He found words with an effort.
"You are the man who
wait" | commanded. tDo you
think for an instant that II | were
guilty | should come here?" If
For moment the remaris
seemed to clog his mental machin.
cry; his young face grew whittier
still ; *
1T was my one hope" he said,
81 have better basis for hope
than that" said I, >'if you will talk
with me freely =.
What is your motive?" !.
First, fair play, and, second, the
desire to clear my own skirts" !
DO you know that all Dunsmeir
now thinks you were the muir.
derer?" he asked.
Il do | replied land my coming
here, with that knowledge, ought
to be all the more proof Of my in,
nocence. But we have only few
moments. Will you tell me posi-
tiye,y all you know of the crime
1t means everything to you. Ger
tainly you have nothing to lose"
why didn't you come to me
long ago. he demanded.
Because it has been scarcely a
week since l learned, by the mer-
est chance. of the Dunsmeir muir,
der. your sentence and the sus-
piciOn that has since attached IL
self to me-"
Without any mention of attend
ant circumstances, and to save
time, I ran RAPIDLY over the story
as / had heard it the night on .the
boat.
Can you add anything to it,"
asked. Can yon give me any mo-
tive for the murder? You sus-
pected me; now, what motive had
you ascribed to me?" &
He was silent.
"You have everything to gain" l
prompted.
He raised his head quickly with
a movement of sudden decision.
81 have been trying not to be-
lieve in YOU" he said, but l do be-
lieve in you. and | can't help it,
realize the great import of what |
am now going to tell you. We,
Miss Dunsmeir and myself, have
always known that her father was
killed for his money, and for this
reason: On the night of the mur-
der Mr. Dunsmeir called his daugh-
ter to him in the large room on the
second floor which he used for
library and smoking room; the
shutters were carefully closed and
Miss Dunsmeir saw that her father
was careful to lock the door be-
hind them. On the library table
stood the old fashioned family
safety box that Dunsmeir always
kept in the big modern safe at the
office in the lower corner of the
grounds. For an hour he pied and
argued with her to persuade her to
give up all thought of marriage
with me. 1t was a >fearfully trying
ordeal for her, and when her father
had worn them both out with his
futile efforts he unlocked the box
and caleld her to it. He first took
from it large pile of bank notes.
In the lower compartment were
the magnificent jewels that had be-
longed to her mother.
my father and her mother were
lovers. That is why Mr.. Dunsmeir
always hated me. He had always
hoped to bestow the jewels on his
daughter at her marriage, and
standing there with them he made
one final heartbroken appeal for
my dismissal. Helen, utterly worn
out. finally broke down. She asked
the privilege of one open meeting
with me. with the understanding
that II she did not marry me she
would not be asked to marry any
one else. She left him in better
spirits, smiling back at him as he
stood with diamond necklace
dangling from his fingers above
the box. That was the last.>time
she saw him alive. !
II think that later in the evening
he started with the box across the
grounds. to the office. No doubt
the murderer had SEEN him, and In
the struggle for the box, killed
him"
do you mean to tell me that
none of these facts were brought
out in the testimony" | asked in
establishment
"They were not You are the
only person who knows them, ex.