The Huttig news., 1910-04-16
CHAPTER V.
The Woman in the Next Car.

With the departure of the conduc- ] tor and the doctor, the group around lower ten broke up, to reform in smaller knots through the car. The porter remained on guard. With something of relief l sank into a seat. I wanted to think, to try to remember the details of the previous night. But my inquisitive acquaintance had other intentions. He came up and sat down beside me Like the conductor he had taken notes of the dead mans be- l longings, his name, address, clothing and the general circumstances of the crime Now with his little notebook open before him, he prepared to en- l joy the minor sensation of the rob bery.
 And now for the second victim he began cheerfully. What is your name and address. please?"
 I eyed hia with suspicion.
 T nave lost everything but my name and address" I parried What do you want them for? Publication?"
 "0h, no; dear no," he said shocked at my misapprehension. Merely for my own enlightenment l like to gather data of this kind and draw my ,wn conclusions. Most interesting and ngrossing. Once or twice | have orestalled the results of police inves- igation-hut entirely for my own 'musement.'
 I nodded tolerantly. Most of us lave hobbies: I knew man once who arried his handkerchief up his sleeve l f1,. old ut out of Godey's Lady Book
 .1 use that inductive method orig mated by Poe and followed since with iuch success by Conan Doyle. Have tou ever read Gallo. iau2 Ah, you have missed treat, indeed And now. to get down to business, what Is he name of our escaped thief and prob lble murderer?s
 How on earth do know ?9 l de- handed impatiently. He didn't write t in blood anywhere. did he?n
 The little man looked hurt and dis ppointed.
 Do you mean to say he asked. that the pockets of those clothes are ntirely empty?'
 The pockets, Tn the excitement I ad forgotten entirely the sealskin lip which the porter now sat at my eet. and I had not investigated the ockets at all. With the inauisiiive ans renci taking note of every
 ing that I found, I emptied them on le opposite seat.
 Upper lefthand waist-ceat, two lead snci's and a fountain pen; lower ght waist-eoat. matchbox and a small amp tcok: right-hand pocket coat,
 ir of gray suede gloves, new, size ven and half left-hand pocket
 n.meta cigarette case studded with earls. halffull of Egyptian cigarettes. he trousers pockets contained a gold enknife, small amount of money in ills and change, and a handkerchief with the initial "S" on it.
 Further search through the coat dis ,overed eard-case with cards bear ng the name Henry Pinckney Suli- yan, and leather flask with gold l nountings, filled with what seemed to oe very fair whisky, and mono | srammed H. P S
 His name evidently is Henry 'inekney Sullivan" said the cheerful ollower of Poe, as he wrote it down. Address as yet unknown. Blonde. Nrobably. Have you noticed that it is lmost always the blonde men who af- ect very light gray. with touch if red in the scarf? Fact, l assure you. kept a record once of the summer ttire of men, and 90 per cent fol- owed my rule. Dark men like you Iffect navy blue or brown.
 In spite of myself I was amused at the mans shrewdness
 Yes; the suit he took was dark blue," I said.
 He rubbed his hands and smiled at me delightedly.
 Then you wore black shoes. not tan" he said, with a glance at the az gressiye yellow ones I wore.
 Right again. I acknowledged. Black low shoes and black embroid- cred hose. If you keep on you'll have a motive for the crime. and the mur- derer's present place of hiding. And if you come back 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. T wonder if there is a diner on?" I said. T need something sustaining after all this
 I was conscious then of some one 1t my elbow I turned to see the young woman whose face was so yaguely familiar. In the very act of 'peaking she drew back suddenly and ,olored.
 "Oh-I beg your pardon" she said lurriedly. 'l-thought you were ome one else" She was looking in ,uzzled fashion at my coat. felt Ill the cringing guilt of a man who ,as accidentally picked up the wrong ight on my neck.
 | (To BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK)