The Huttig news., 1910-08-20

I was afraid to throw the scraps away. Then I looked around for low CT ten. It was almost exactly across
 my berth was lower seven. and it was. of course, a bit of exceptional luck for me that the car was number seven"
 Did you tell your sister of the tel egram from Bronson?" I asked
 No It would do no good, and she was in a bad way without that to make her worse.'
 Your sister was killed, think?' 1 The shorter detective took a small package from his pocket and held it in his hand. snapping the rubber band which held it.
 Yes. she was killed Sullivan said soberly. What say now can do her no harm"
 He stopped to push back the heavy hair which dropped over his fore head, and went on more commercially
 Tt was late, after midnight, and we went at once to our berths I un- dressed, and then I lay there for an hour, wondering how I was going to get the notes. Some one in lower nine was restless and wide awake, i but finally became quiet.
 "The man in ten was sleeping heav l fly. I could hear his breathing. and it seemed to be only a question of got l ting across and behind the curtains of his berth without being seen Aft CT that, it was a mere matter of quiet searching.
 "The car became very still was about to try for the other berth, when some one brushed softly past, and l lay back again.
 Finally, however when things had 1 been quiet for time, l got up. and l after looking along the aisle. I slipped behind the curtains of lower ten You understand, Mir Rlakeley. that I thought you were in lower ten. with l the notes"
 1 I nodded curtly
 "I'm not trying to defend mvself." he went on. q was ready to steal the notes-I had to- Rnt mnrderi" l He wiped his forehead with his handkerchief
 Well, I slipped across and behind the curtains. It was very still. The man in ten didn't move, although my heart was humping until thought he would hear 1t.
 '1 felt around cautiously. 1t was perfectly dark and I came acress a bit of chain, about as long as my fin- ger. It seemed a queer thing to find there, and it was sticky. too '
 He shuddered and I could see Ali sons hands clenching and unelenching with the strain.
 'All at once it struck me that the man was strangely silent. and I tbink lost my nerve. Anyhow. I drew the curtains open little. and let the liaht fall on my hands They were red, l blood-red"
 He leaned one hand on the back of 1 the chair. and was silent for no ment, as though he lived over again he awful events of that more than awfu1 night
 The stout detective had let his cigar go out; he was still drawing at It nervously, Richev had picked up a paperweight and was tossing it from hand to hand; when it slinned and fe1 10 the floor. startled shudder passed through the room. There was something glitteripg In 'here." Sullivan resumed, and on im- pulse I picked it up. Then I dropped the curtains and stumbled back to my own berth"
 Where you wiped your hands on he bed clothing and stuck the dirk in- to the pillow Hotchkiss was seeing his carefully built structure crumbling to pieces. and he looked chagrined.
 q suppose did-I'm not very clear about what happened then. But when I rallied little I saw Russia leath- CT wallet lying in the aisle almost at my feet, and. like a fool. stuck it, with the bit of chain, into my bag.
 q sat there, shivering. for what seemed hours It was still perfectly 4uiet except for some one snoring. I thought that would drive me crazy.
 The more I thought of it the worse things looked The telegram was the first thing against me-it would rut the police on my track at once. when it was discovered that the man in low CT ten had been killed.
 Then I remembered the notes, and took out the wallet and opened it.n
 He stopped for minute, as if the recalling of the next occurrence was almost beyond him
 q took out the wallet" he said sim ply. and, opening it, held it to the light In gilt letters was the name. Simon Harrington
 The detectives were leaning for> ward now, their eyes on his face.
 Things seemed to whirl around for a while sat there almost paralyzed. wondering what this new development meant for me.
 My wife, l knew, would swear I had killed her father; nobody would be likely to believe the truth
 Do you believe me now?v He looked around at US defantly T am telling the absolute truth. and not one of you believes me,
 After bit the man in lower nine