Daily Arizona silver belt., 1909-01-01

be supposed that the murderer was working for the other"
 ''No, nor replied Rouletabille, with strange smile. -'I have expected to find these footmarks from the very beginning. These are not the foot marks of the murderer"
 Then there were twoT
 NO; there was but one, and he had no accomplice."
 "yery good. Very goodr' cried Fred eric Larsan.
 'Lookw continued the young report CT, showing us the ground where it had been disturbed by big and heavy heels. ''The man seated himself there and took of his hobnailed boots which he had worn only for the pur- pose of misleading detection, and then no doubt, taking them away with him, quietly and slowly regained the high road, holding his bicycle in his hand, for he could not venture to ride 1t on this rough path. That accounts for the lightness of the impression made by the wheels along 1t in spite of the softness of the ground. If there had been a man on the bicycle the wheels would have sunk deeply into the soil. No, no; there was but one man there the murderer on foot"
 Bravo! Bravor' cried Fred again. And. coming suddenly toward us and planting himself in front of NJ. Rob- ert Darzac. he said to him:
 If we had a bicycle here we might demonstrate the correctness of the young mans reasoning, M. Robert Darzac. Do you know whether there Is one at the chateauY'
 "No," replied NJ. Darzac. "there is not. took mine four days ago to Paris. the last time I came to the chateau before the crime"
 That's pity" replied Fred very coldly. Then. turning to Rouletabille, he said: If we go on at this rate we'll both come to the same conclusion. Have you any idea as to how the murderer got away from the yellow room?"
 "Yes," said my young friend, T have an idea
 50 have l." said Fred, "and 1t must be the same as yours. There are no two ways of reasoning in this affair. I am waiting for the arrival of my chief before offering any explanation to the examining magistrate"
 "Ah! Is the chief of the police coming"
 ''Yes, this afternoon. He is going to summon before the magistrate in ths laboratory all those who have played any part in this tragedy. It will bs very interesting. It is pity you won't be able to be present"
 'T shall be present" said Roulette billie confidently.
 Really you are an extraordinary fellow for your age" replied the de- tective in tone not wholly free from irony. You'd make wonderful de- tcctive-if you had little more meth od-if you didn't follow your instincts and that bump on your forehead. As have already several times observed, NJ. Rouletabille, you reason too much. You do not allow yourself to be guid- ed by what you have seen. What do you say to the handkerchief full cf blood and the red mark of the hand on the wall? You have seen the stain on the wall, but I have only seen the handkerchief
 'Dah." cried Rouletabille. r'The murderer was wounded in the hand cy Mile. Staugerson's revolver"
 "Defectiye ervation-defective ob- servationl The examination of the handkerchief. the numbeness little round scarlet stains. the impression of drops which l found in the tracks of the footprints at the moment when they were made on the floor, prove to me that the murderer was not wound ed at all. NJ. Rouletabille. the mur- 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:
 ''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 mur- derer."
 Rouletabille seemed to be thinking deeply. After 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; 1t will trip you up" And. laughing a little in a slightly bantering tone, his hands in his pock- cts, Rouletabille fixed his cunning eyes on the great Fred.
 l Frederic Larsan silently contemplate vh, daH