The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1910-09-23

| entire pillow, but they thought | was
! stealing it, and made me give 1t up"
Richey touched the pieces gingerly.
"By George" he said, and you carry
| that around in your pocket! What II
you should mistake it for your hand
kerchief?'
But Mr.. HOtchkiss was not listen
ing. He stood bent somewhat for
ward. leaning over the table, and fixed
me with his ferret-like eyes.
Have YOU seen the evening papers.
Mr.. BlaNolcy?" he inquired.
| glanced 10 where they lay IN
opened, and shook my head.
Then / have a disagreeable task"
he said with evident relish. "Of
course, you had considered the matter
! of the man Harrington's death closed,
after the wreck. | did myself. AS far
as was concerned, l meant to let it
remain so. There were no other sur
vivors. at least none that / knew Of,
and in spite of circumstances, there
were a number Of points in your fa-
vor.
II verified your identity, for in
| stance, as DOR as / recovered from
the shock. Also-I found on inquiring
Of your tailor that you invariably wore
dark clothing"
Mcknight came forward threatening
ly. who are you, anyhow" he de-
manded. And how is this any bust
ness of yOurs?" Mr.. Hotchkiss was
entirely unruf1ed.
Il have a minor position here" he
said, reaching for a visiting card. Il
am a very small patch IN the seat OF
government, sir"
Mcknight muttered something about
certain offensive designs against the
said patch and retired grumbling to
the window. Our visitor was opening
tho paper with a tremendous eXpendi-
t~ce of energy.
Here it is. Listen" He read rap
isly aloud:
"The Pittsburg police have sent to
Baltimore two detectives who are
looking up the survivors of the i'll
fated Washington Filler. 1t has trans
pired that Simon Harrington, the
Wood street merchant of that city,
was not killed in the wreck, but was
murdered in his berth the night pre-
ceding the accident. Shortly before
the collision, John Flanders, the con-
ductor Of the Filler, sent this telegram
to the chief of police:
BODY of Simon Harrington found
stabbed in his berth, lower ten, On
tario, at $3.50 this morning.
JOHN FLANDERS, Conductor
ct is hoped that the survivors of
the wrecked car Ontario will be found,
to tell what they know of the discov-
cry of the crime.
Mr.. John Gilmore, head of the
steel company for which Mr.. Harring-
ton was purchasing agent, has signified
his intention of sitting the matter to
the bottom"
$50 you see," Hotchkiss concluded,
there's trouble brewing. You and
are the only survivors of that unfor.
tunate car"
/ did not contradict him, but / knew
of two others, at least: Alison West,
and the woman WI had left beside the
road that morning, babbling incoher.
emily, her black hair tumbling over
her white face.
unless we can find the man whe
occupied lower seven" l suggested.
II have already tried and failed. To
find him would not clear you, OF
course, unless we could establish some
connection between him and the muir
dered man. 1t is the only thing
see, however. l have learned this
much" Hotchkiss concluded: Lower
seven was reserved from Cresson."
Cresson! Where Alison West and
Mrs. Curtis had taken the trainl
Mcknight came forward and sud
denly held out his hand. 'Mr. Hotch
kiss" he said, Tin sorry If / have
been offensive. / thought when yor
came in. that, like the Trishman and
the government, you were forninst
us. If you will put those cheerful,
relics ont of sight somewhere, l SHOULD
be glad to have you dine with me o.
the Incubator" Ellis name for hi
bachelor apartment.) Compared witt
Johnson, you are the great origina
pr~otoplasm."
The strength of this was lost OF
Hetchkiss. but the invitation wa
clear. They went out together, an,
from my window / watched them &c
into Meningitis car. 1t was raining
and at the orner the Cannonbal
skidded. Across the street my detect
i've, Johnson. looked after them witt
his crooked smile. AS he turned u
his collar he saw me, and lifted hi
hat.
/ left the window ard sat down Il
the growing dusk. So the occupant o
lower W had got on the car q
Cresson. probably with Alison Yves
and her companion. There was som
one she cared about enough to shield
I went irritably to the door and sun
moned Mrs. Klopton.
You may throw out those rosea.
/ said, without looking at her. THE
are quite deaa.s
They have been quite dead 10
three days." she retorted sp~itefull!
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