The Washington times., 1909-07-23
THE SIGNAL OF DEATH

from the restaurants is stiu unsOlved,
he went on, no trace has been dis
covered which could possibly indicate
the disposition made Of your daughter
or the body of Mr.. Bates. Even the
motive generally ascribed for the crime
is purely matter of conjecture and
guesswork.
My partner may have offended this
tong, he admitted, refectivelyi but
/ fail to see any business reason which
could have prompted him to such a
step, and l believe, moreover, that, had
he done so he would have mentioned
the matter to me.
know that you want the truth, Mr.
Carson, and all that 1 can tell you is
that we are as much in the dark as
ever concerning the whole thing. The
only reasonable means Of solution /
can see is IN the arrest or discovery Of
Moore, the student
And has nothing been learned Of
himF demanded the old gentleman
do you mean TO tell me that with all
this army of detectives, and the whole
police power Of the great city of New
York on his track, he can stu lie
hidden his whereabouts not even guess
ed at?'
spargur bowed again. 1T seems i'm
possible. / admit but IL is only too
unfortunately the truth. His rooms are
being constantly watched, all his old
haunts are being guarded, his friends
are Swallowed day and night HIS de-
scripuOn is spread broadcast, and yet
not a thing has been discovered to aid
us in the search for him.
Il am beginning to fear" he started
to say, but broke of. abruptly.
Weir questioned the old man,
sharply. What are you beginning TO
feaTT"
spargur would sti1 have evaded an
answer; but seeing at last that this
was impossible. rejoined in low
II am beginning to fear that he
may never be found at al"
Never found at all? What do you
neany"
''Wen,'' still with some hesitation.
did it never strike you that If the
theory Of the police and newspapers is
correct, and this fellow merely a drug
crazed lad. urged on to what he did by
stronger minds. his span Of life after he
had accomplished the purpose to which
he was assigned might we'll be curtail-
ed2"
"Ah2 You think then"
Il think, if one Of the 'tongs' is really
at the bottom of this affair, as sus-
pected, and prepared TO take such des-
perate means to rid themselves Of an
enemy as they did with Pr. Bates, they
would make small bones Of putting
away an insignificant tool whose use
fulness to them was ended, and who
might easily prove a source of danger
and inconvenience"
mo, no" broke in Mulicent with We
hement protest don't saw that. I can
not and viii not believe that we have
lost the one way Of running down this
mystery and recovering poor Florence.
It is simply that We have not offered
enough reward for this man to tempt
his betrayal. Increase the amount, Mr..
Spargur. Say that we win give S25, 900
10 any man who viii bring him for
ward"
She would listen to no denial on this
point, anG fresh advertisements went
forth but still no grain Of information
came TO aid them in the quest
The days passed away without a clue
Eeing uuearthed. Thomas Moore had
apparently disappeared from the earth
as completely as though he had never
existed.
At last even Miucent began to lose
heart, and to doubt.
But finally. when a full week had
elapsed. a tall gray-haired man entered
the hotel and requested a private inter
view with Mr.. Carson.
So many Cranks and curiosity seekers
had annoyed the bereaved father that
unaCcredited visitors were generally
turned over to one Of the detectives, hut
this man would reveal his mission 70 no
one else and since he had a certain air
OF authority, he finally gained his pur-
pose.
And now. why is It YOU wish to see
me?' questioned the man from Chicago,
when the two were alone
7 am prepared" said the stranger
quietly, ''tO deliver into your hands the
man you want-ThOmas Moore"
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