The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1910-10-21
CHAPTER XVIT-continued.

WAS the name Blakeley?" | asked.
1T might have BEEN cant say.
But the man wasn't there, and there
was a lot of noise. | couldn't hear
well. Then in half an hour down came
the other twin to say the gentleman
was king on awful and didn't want
the message sent"
Hes gone, of courseG'
YES. Limped down here in about
three days and took the noon train for
the city"
1t seemed a certainty now that our
man, having hurt himself somewhat
in his jump, had stayed quietly in the
farm house until he was able to tray
el. But, to be positive, We decided to
visit the Carter place.
! gave the station agent a ive-dol-
lar bill, which he rolled up with a
couple of others and stuck in his
pocket. I turned as we got to a bend
in the road, and he was looking curl
ously after us.
II was not until we had climbed the
hill and turned onto the road to the
Carter place that / realized where we
were going. Although we approached
II from another direction, | knew the
farm house at once. Ii was the one
where Alison West and | had break
tasted nine days before. With a new
restraint between US, ! did not tell
Mcknight. / wondered afteHward if
he had suspected il. | saw him look
ing hard at the gatepost which had
figured in one of our mysteries, but he
asked no questions. Afterward he
grew almost taciturn, for him, and let
me do most of the talking.
We opened the front gate os the
Carter place and went slowly up the
walk. Two ragged youngsters, alike
even to freckles and squints, were
playing in the yard.
rs your mother around 2" / asked.
In the front Walk In" they
answered in identical tones.
AS we got to the porch we heard
voices, and stopped. knocked, but
the people within, engaged in animat-
ed, rather one-sided conversation, did
not answer.
In the front room. Walk in
quoted Mcknight, and did so.
In the stuffy farm parlor two peo-
pie were sitting. One, a pleasant
faced woman with q checked apron,
rose, somewhat embarrassed, to meet
us. She did not know me, and | was
thankful, But our attention was riv-
eted on a little man who was sitting
before a table, writing busily. 1t was
Hotchkiss!
He got up when he saw us, and had
the grace to look uncomfortable.
Such an interesting case" he said
n~ervously, Il took the liberty
Look here" said Mcknight sud
denly. did you make any inquiries
at the station?"
"A few" he confessed. 81 went to
the theater last night felt the need
Of a little relaxation-and the sight of
a picture there, a cinematograph af-
fair, started a new line of thought.
Probably the same clew brought you
gentlemen. ! learned a good bit from
the station agent
"The son-of-a-gun." said Mcknight.
And you. paid him, l suppose?"
Il gave him five dollars" was the
Apologize answer.
Mrs. Carter, hearing sounds Of
strife in the yard. went out. and
Hotchkiss folded up his papers.
Il think the identity Of the man is
established" he said. What number
of hat do you wear. Mr.. Blakeley?"
eSeven and a quarter / replied.
~Well, it's only piling up evidence"
he said cheerfully. ION the night of
the murder you wore gray silk under
clothing, with the second button of
the shirt missing. Your hat had Il,
B.. In gilt letters inside. and there was
a very minute hole in the toe OF one
black sock"
Hush" Mcknight protested. III
word gets to Mrs. Klopton that Mr.
Blakeless was wrecked. or robbed. OF
whatever 1t was, with a button miss
ing and a hole in one sock, she'll re
tire to the Old Ladies home. Tyt
beard her threaten Il
NJ. Hotchkiss was without q
ef humor. He regarded McKnigh'
gravely and went on
TIVE been up Ia the room where til,
nna3 lay wbils be was unable to se