The Huttig news., 1910-06-11
SYNOPSIS.

notes in the Bronso.s case to take the dep eeution, John Gilmore, mh,--naire In the lattets house tine lawyer is attracted by the picture os girl whom Gilmore SypainS Wpla ua is his sreaddsnssss Alison sod friend ef te. G~Scs
 CHAPTER IT. ez As> so buy by lady to buy one for he. da gives her lower II and retains lows~-ren. He finds man in a drunken stupor in lower ten, and retires in lower nine.
 CHAPTER III.-He awakens in lower seven and finds that his travelling bag has His clothes likewise have been exchanged for others.
 CHAPTER 1v.-An amateur detective interests himself in the case. Ii is learned that the dead is Simon Harrington of Pittsburg.
 CHAPTER v.-Henry Pinckney Sull- van Is believed to be the name of the man who disappeared with Blakeley's clothes and grip. He is suspected of the murder.
 CHAPTER vI.--Blakeley becomes fn- tereste9 in a girl in blue. A dirk and blood stains are found in lower seven. Blakeley comes under suspicion.
 CHAPTER vII.-circumstantial evil dence against Blalleley is strengthened. The train is wrecked.
 CHAPTER vIII.-Riakeley is rescued from the burning ear by the girl in blue. His arm is broken.
 CHAPTER IX.-Together they go to the Carter farm for breakfast. She tells him her name is Alison West. his part ner's sweetheart
 CHAPTER x.-Alison's peculiar actions bag and Blakeley, unnotieed. puts it in his pocket.
 CHAPTER XI-He returns home and learns from his landlady of strange hap penings.
 woman by the name of Sullivan. fellow victim of the wreck is in the hospital
 CHAPTER xTII-He also learns that he is under surveillance and that the Pittsburg police are looking for survivors of the wreck.
 CHAPTER xIV.-Blakeley hears of strange doings in a vacant house next door Investigation is without result.
 CHAPTER xv.-Cinematograph pie lures of the train taken just before the wreck reveal to Blakeley a man leaping from the train with his stolen grip.
 CHAPTER xvI-Blakeley meets Alison at a dinner and returns her gold bag.
 We passed the scene of the wreck, Mcknight with curiosity, I with sickening sense of horror. Back in the fields was the little farm house where Alison West and had intend ed getting coffee. and winding away from the track, maple trees shading it on each side, was the lane where we had stopped to rest, and where ! had-=it seemed presumption beyoid belief now-where had tried to com fort her by batting her hand.
 We got out at NJ, small place with two or three houses and a general store. The station was a one roomed affair. with railed-off place at the end, where a scale, telegraph instrument fnd a chair constituted the entire furnishing.
 The station agent was a young man with a shrewd face. He stopped ham, meling piece of wood over a hole in the floor to ask where we wanted to go.
 We're not going" said Mcknight. we're coming Have a cigar?''
 The agent took it with an inquiring glance, first at it and then at us.
 We want to ask you a few ques, tions," began Mcknight, perching him self on the railing and kicking the chair forward for me. "Or. rather this gentleman does.'
 Wait minute." said the agent, glancing through the window. There is hen in that crate choking herself to death.
 He was back in minute. and took up his position near a sawdust-fitled box that did duty as cuspidcr
 Now fire away he said.
 eln the first place" l began, 'do you remember the day the Washing ton Flier was wrecked below here?"
 Do Ii' he said Did Jonah re- member the whale?"
 Were you on the platform here when the first section passed?" q was"
 Do you recall seeing man hang ing to the platform of the last car?"
 There was no one hanging there when she passed here" he said with conviction q 1atched her out of sight"
 Did you see anything that morning of a man about my size, carrying a small grip, and wearing dark clothes and derby hat?" I asked eagerly.
 Mcknight was trying to look lincon- cerned. but I was frankly anxious. It was clear that the man had jumped somewhere in the mile of track just beyond.
 "We ell, yes, did The agent cleared his throat When the smash came the operator at NIX sent word along the wire, both ways. I got it here, and ] was pretty near crazy, though knew it wasn't any fault of mine.
 T was standing on the track look ing down, for I couldn't leave the of flee, when young fellow with light hair limped up to me and asked me what that smoke was over there.
 That's what's left of the Washing ton Flier,' I said, and I guess there's souls going up in that smoke.