The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-03-07
CHAPTER XIII
Faded Roses.

Faded Roses.
was in the house for a week
Much of that time spent in compos-
ing and destroying letters Of thanks
to Miss West, and in growing at the
doctor Mcknight dropped in daily
but he was less cheerful than usual
Now and then caught him cycling me
as If he had something to say but
whatever e was he Kept it to himself
Once during the week he went 70
Baltimore and saw the woman in the
hospital there From the description
| had little difficulty in recognizing
the young woman who had been with
the murdered man in Pittsburg BIT
She was still unconscious An elderly
aunt had appeared, a gaunt person in
black. who sat around like a buzzard
on fence, according to Mcknight
and wept in mixed figure. into
damp handkerchief
On the last day Of my Imprisonment
he stopped in to thrash out case
that was coming up in court the next
day and to play a game Of double soli
taire with me.
Who won the bali game" asked
1--WE were licked Ask me some
thing pleasant Oh, by the way, Bron
sons out to-day
I'm glad I'm not on his bond
said pessinistically. Hell clear out
"Not he" Mcknight pounced on my
ace. He's no fool Don't you suppose
he knows you took those notes to
Pittsburg? The papers were full Of
1t And he knows you escaped with
your life and broken arm from the
wreck. What do we do next? The
commonwealth continues the case.
A deaf man on dark night would
know those notes were missing.
Don't play 50 fast" demonstrated.
Il have only one arm to your two.
Who is trailing Bronson? Did you
try to get Johnson?"
Il asked for him, but he had some
work on hand
The murders evidently dead is.
sue" ] reflected mo, I'm not iok.
ing. The wreck destroyed all the eyi.
dence But I'm firmly convinced those
notes will be offered, either to us or
to Bronson very soon. Johnson's a
blaekguard, but he's a good detective.
He could make his fortune as game
dog. What's he doing?'
Mcknight put down his cards, and
rising, went to the window As he
held the curtain back his customary
grin looked little forced.
To tell You the truth, Lollie,' he
said, "for the last two days he has
been watching well-known Washing
ing attorney named Lawrence BfaAo
ley He's across the street now"
II took a moment for me to grasp
what he meant
why, it's ridiculous" I asserted.
What would they trail me for2 Go
over and tell Johnson to get ont of
there, or I'll pot at him with my re-
yolFcr"
You can tell him that yourself
Mcknight paused aud bent forward.
Hello here's a visitor; little man
with string halt"
= won't see him. ] said firmly
i've been bothered enough by re-
polters"
We listened together TO Mrs Klop-
toms exposnlating tones in the lower
hall and the creak Of the boards as
she came heavily mp the stairs She
had a piece Of paper in her hand torn
from 4 pocket accountbook and %, it
was the name. Mr Wilson Budd
llotchkss Important business
"Oh. well, show him up, said re-
signedly You'd better put those
cards away. Riehey fancy it's the
rector Of The church around the cor
ner.'
But when the door opened to admit
euriously alert little man adjusting
his glasses with nervous fingers, my
face must have shown my disnay
II was the amateur detective OF the
Ontario
anook hands without enthusiasm.
Here was the one survivor OF the
wrecked car who could do me amy
amount OF harm There was no hope
that he he'd forgotten any Of the in
eliminating details In fact he held
in his hand the very notebook which
contained them
His manner was restrained, but II
was evident he was highly excited.
introduced him to Mcknight. who has
the imagisatlon J lack, ard who
placed him al once, mentally
only learned yesterday tnat sou
had been saved, he said rapid
i Terrible accident nnapeskahle
Dream about il al niehl and th;na
about II al day. Broken ARM
no lie iust wears the splint Is
he diffsron. from tlhpr people. Nc