Yellowstone monitor. [volume] (Glendive, Mont.) 1905-1928, 1909-03-18

summon before the magistrate in the
laboratory all those who have played
any part in this tragedy. It will be
very interesting. It Is pity you
won't be able to be present.
ST shall be present" said Rouleta-
bile confidently.
REALLY you are an extraordinary
fellow for your agew replied the de-
sective in q tone not wholly free from
frenzy you'd make wonderful de-
tective-if you had little more meth
od-if you didn't follow your instincts
and that bump on your forehead. As
I have already several times observed,
NJ Rouletabille, you reason too much.
You do not allow yourself to be guild
ed by what you have seen. What do
you say to the handkerchief full OF
blood and the red mark Of the hand
on the WALTZ You have seen the stain
on the wall, but I have only seen the
handkerchief"
"Bahr' cried Rouleta bile. 'eThe
murderer was wounded in the hand
by Mile. Stangerson's revolver"
defective ryation-defective OBJ
servation! The examination of the
handkerchief, the numberless lfttlt
round scarlet stains, the impression OF
drops which I found in the tracks OF
the footprints at the moment when
they were made on the floor, prove 4
me that the murderer was not wound
ed at ALL NJ. Rouletabi1le, the MUIR
derer bled at the nose!''
The great Fred spoke quite seriously.
However, I could not refrain from ut
tering an exclamation.
The reporter looked gravely at Fred,
who looked graVely at him. And Fred.
Immediately concluded:
1.-THE man allowed the blood to flow
into his hand and handkerchief and
dried his hand on the wall. The fact is
highly important he added, because
there is no need Of his being wounded
in the hand for him to be the MUIR
derer."
Rouletabille seemed to be thinking
deeply. After a moment he said:
There is something's something,
NJ Frederic Larsan, much graver than
the misuse of logic, the disposition OF
mind in some detectives which makes
them in perfect good faith twist logic
to the necessities Of their preconceived
ideas. Beware Of judicial error, NJ.
Fred; it will trip you up"
And, laughing a little in slightly
bantering tone, his hands in his peck
ets., RonlatahiIln fivad his cunning eyes
On the great Fred.
Frederic Larsan silently contemplate
ed the young reporter who pretended
to be as wise as himself. Struggling
his shoulders, he bowed to US and
moved quickly away, hitting the stones
on his path with his stout cane.
Rouletabille watched his retreat and
then turned toward us, his face Joyous
and triumphant.
L shall beat himp' he cried. 81 shall
beat the great Fred, clever as he is! /
shall beat them alli''
And he danced a double shuttle,
Suddenly he stopped. My eyes follow
ed his gaze. They were fixed on NJ.
Robert Darzae, who was looking anx-
lously at the impression left by his
feet side by side with the elegant
footmarks. There was not a particle
Of difference between them!
We thought he was about to faint. |
His eyes, bullying with terror, avoided |
US, while his right hand, with a spas
mod1c movement, twftched at the |
beard that covered his honest, gentle
and now despairing face. At length
regaining his self possession, he bowed
to Us and, remarking in a changed
voice that he was obliged to return to
the chateau, left us.
The deuceI" exclaimed RouletabiIle
lie also appeared to be deeply con-
cerned. From his pocketbook he took
q piece Of white paper, as I had seen
him do before, and with his scissors
cut out the shape Of the neat boot
marks that were on the ground. Then
ne fitted the new paper pattern with
che one he had previously made. The
two We're exactly alike. Rising. Roule
Eabille exclaimed suddenly, .Tbe
deuce" Presently he added, "Yet T !
believe NJ. Robert Darzac to be an hon
est man. He then led me on the road
70 the Donjon inn, which we could
see on the highway by the side Of a
small clump OF trees.