The Huttig news., 1910-08-27
by f1ARY ROBfRTC RNEHART
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Wiech OccuTEeu supposed everyone connected with the affair had been killed, there. was a chance that you had survived, I've not been of much account, but I didn't want a man to swing because I left him in my place Besides, I began to have theory of my own
 As we entered the car tall. dark woman passed us, with glass of wa ter in her hand. and I vaguely remem- bered her. She was amazingly like Blanche Conway.
 If she, too, thought the man with the notes was in lower ten, 1t ex. plained lot. including that piece of a woman's necklace. She was fury Blanche Conway, capable of any thing"
 Then why did you countermand that message?" I asked curiously.
 When I got to the Carter house. and got to bed-I had sprained my ankle in the jump-T went through the alligator bag I had taken from lower nine. When ' found your name I sent the first message. Then. SCOT after, I came across the notes. It seemed too good to be true, and was crazy for fear the message had gone
 "At first I was going to send them to Bronson then I began to see what the possession of the notes meant to me. It meant power over Bronson. money, influence, everything He was a devil. that man."
 Well, he's at home now. said Me Knight, and we were glad to laugh and relieve the tension
 Alison put her hand over her eyes. as if to shut out the sight of the man lively touched Ole of the soft little curls that nestled at the back of her neck.
 When I was able to walk" went on the sullen voice, sI came at once to Washington. I tried to sell the notes to Bronson, but he was almost at the end of his rope. Not even my threat to send them back to you. Mr. Blake ley, could make him meet my figure He didn't have the money"
 Mcknight was triumphant.
 I think you gentlemen will see req son in my theory now, he said Mrs. Conway wanted the notes to force a legal marriage, suppose?"
 Yes
 The detective with the small pack age carefully rolled off the rubber band. and unwrapped it. I held my breath as he took out, first, the Russia leather wallet.
 These things. MT. Blakeley we found in tke sealskin bag MT. Sullivan says he left you This wallet, MT. Sul- livsn-is this the one you found on the floor of the car ?''
 Sullivan opened il, and, glaneing at the name inside Simon Harrington, ; nodded afflrmatively.
 And this went on the detective this is a piece of gold cha:n?''
 It seems to be- said Sullivan, re- coiling at the blood stained end
 This, believe. is the dagger" He held it up, and Alison gave a faint cry Of astonishment and dismay. Sul- livan's face grew ghastly, and he sat down weakly on the nearest chair.
 The detective looked at him shrewd- ly, then at Alison's agitated face.
 ''Whsre have you seen this dagger .efore, young lady?" he asked, kindly enough
 "Oh. don't ask mel she gasped, breathlessly, her eyes turned on Sul- ivan. 'It's-it's too terrible,"
 Tell him., I advised. leaning over to her. ''It will be found out later, anyhow"
 Ask him." she said, nodding toward Sullivan.
 The detective unwrapped the small box Alison had brought, disclosing the trampled necklace and broken chain. With clumsy fingers he spread 1t on the table and fitted into place the bit of chain. There could be no doubt hat it belonged there.
 Where did you find that chain ?'' Sullivan asked. hoarsely, looking for he first time at Alison.
 "On the floor, near the murdered mans berth"
 "Now. MT Sullivan" said the detec- tive civi''v CT hoiieve YOU can tell us. in the light of these two exhibits, who really did murder Simon Harrington. '
 Sullivan looked again at the dagger. sharp little bit of steel with Flor entine handle Then he picked up the locket and pressed a hidden spring under one of the cameos. Inside, very neatly engraved, was the name and a date.
 Gentlemen" he said, his face ghast- ly. ''it is of no use for me to attempt denial. The dagger and necklace be- longed to my sister, Alice osrtis."
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