Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-12-19
CHAPTER v.
The Woman in the Next Car.


ten broke up. to reform In smaller knots
through The car. The porter remained Oh
guard. With something OF relief | sank
into seat. l wanted to think. to try to
remember the details of the previous
night. But my inaustive acquaintance
had other intentions. He came up and
sat down beside me. Like the conductor,
lie had taken notes Of the dead mans
belongings. his name. address. clothing
and the general circumstances of the
crime. Now with his little notebook open
before him, he prepared to enjoy the
minor sensation Of the robbery.
And now for the second VICTIM" he
began. cheerfully. What is your name
and address. please?'
eyed him with suspicion.
Il have lost everything but my name
and address, parted What do you
want them for? Publications.
"Oh. no: dear no. he said shocked
at my misrepresentation. Merely for my
own enlightenment I like to gather data
of this kind and draw my own conclu-
sione. Most interesting and engrossing.
Once or twice I have forestalled the re-
suits of police invest !gaton-bnt entirely
F! for my own amusement
l nodded toleranty. Most of us have
hobbies: 1 knew a man once who car
ried his handkerchief up his sleeve and
had a mania for old colored prints cut
out of Godey's Lady's Book.
by Poe and followed since with such
success by Conan Doyle. Have you ever
read Gaborlau? All. you have missed
| treat, indeed. And now, TO get down to
capped thief and probable murderer
Glow on earth do I know" 1 de-
ma nded. impatiently "He didn't write it
in blood anywhere, did he?"
The little man looked hurt and dfsap-
DO you mean to say he asked. that
| The pockets Of those clothes are entirely
empty"
The pockets. In the excitement I had
| forgotten entirely the sealskin grip which
the porter now set at my feet. and had
not investigated the pockets vt all. With
the inquisitive mans pencil taking note
Of everything that found, l emptied
| them on the opposite seat.
Upper Ieft-hand wastcoat, two lead
pencils and a fountain pen; lower right
| ~aistcoat, match box and small stamp
book; right-hand pocket coat. pair OF
gray suede gloves. new. size seven and
cite case studded with pearls. half fun
Of Egyptian cigarettes. The trousers
pockets contained a gold penknife.
small amount OF money IN bills ana
! change. and handkerchief with the In
| itial So on It
! Further search through the coat dis
| covered a card case with cards bearing
the name Henry Pinckney Sullivan, and
q leather flask with gold mountings. hiied
with what seemed to be very fair whisky
| and monogrammed H. p. 8.
'"His name evidently il Henry Pinckney
Sullivan said the cheerful follower OF
yet unknown. Blond. probably. Have
| you noticed that it is almost always the
blond mon who affect very light gray,
with touch Of red in the scarf? Fact.
I assure you. kept record once OF the
summer attire of men. and 20 per cent
followed my rule. Dark men like you
affect navy blue. or brown
In spite of myself 1 was amused at
the mans shrewdness.
He rubbed his hands ana smiled at me
delightedly.
Then you wore black shoes, not tan.
he said. with glance at the aggressive
yellow ones l wore.
Fright again." / acknowledged. BLACK
| low shoes and black embroidered hose.
II you keep on you'll have motive for
the crime and the murderer's present
to the smoker with me I'll give YOU an
opportunity to Judge if he knew good
whisky from bad
| put the articles from the pockets back
again and got up. Il wonder II there is
| 4 diner on?' I said. II need something
sustaining after all this
| was conscious then of some one at
my elbow. ! turned to see the young
woman whose face was SO vaguely ia
miliar In the very act OF speaking she
drew back suddenly and colored.
| OIL beg your pardon she said. hur-
! riedly. "I-thOught you were-some one
else She was looking in a puzzled
ashton at my coat. felt all the cring-
ing guilt of a man who has accidentally
| picked up the wrong umbrella: my bor-
rowed collar sat tight on my neck.
m s nn1 n sala id'o hsSa ,.arna
with q loose wave in it that drops over
her ears. and dark blue eyes with black
lashes and-but what does 1t matter?
One enjoys a picture as a whole: not as
| She saw the flask then and her errand
came back to her. Zone Of the ladies' at
the end OF car has tainted she ex-
planned. II thought perhaps a stimu-
| lant-''
| I picked up the flask at once and fol-
| lowed my guide down the aisle. Two or
three women were working over the
woman who had tainted. They had
opened her collar and taken out her hair
pins. whatever good that might do. The
stout woman was vigorously rubbing her
wrists, with the idea, no doubt Of work
| ing up her pulse! The unconscious woman
was the one for whom 1 had secured
| lower eleven at the station.
/ poured little liquor in a bungling
masculine fashion between her lips as she
| leaned back. with closed eyes. She
| choked, coughed and rallied somewhat
Poor thing said the stout lady. LAS
she lies back that way / could almost
think it was my mother; she used TO
| faint so much
"It would make anybody faint, cnlmed
| in another. Murder and robbery in one
night and on one car. I'm thankful
always wear my rings in q bag around
| my neck-even If they do get under me
and keep me awake.
| The girl in blue was looking at us with
! wide, startled eyes. 1 saw her pale a
| little. saw the quick. apprehensive glance
panion, the small woman I had noticed
| before There was an eXchange-aimos,
a clasll--of chances. The small! woman
f:owned. That was all. l turned my at
! tenton again to my patient.
She had revived somewhat, and now
| she asked to have the window opened
| The train had stopped again and the car
was oppressively hot. People around
| were looking at their watches and grum-
bling over the delay. Tile doctor bus
! tied in with remark about its being his
| busy day. The amateur detective and
the porter together mounted guard over
| lower ten. Outside the heat rose I'm SHIN
mering waves from the tracks: the very
Camberweu Beauty darted through the
open door and made its way, in ezra tic
plunges. great wings waving. down the
sunny aisle. All around lay the peace of
harvested fields, the quiet of the country.
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