Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-02-19

Eyes, a fractured humerus, which
isn't az funny as It sounds"
"Humerus--humorou Pretty good"
he cackled. n must say you keep up
your spirits pretty we'll. considering
everything"
'.You seem to have escaped injury"
I parted. He was fumbling for some
thing in his pockets.
Eyes, escaped" he replied alb
stractedly Remarkable thing, too.
I haven't doubt would have broken
my neck but I landed on--you'll never
guess what! landed head first on
the very pillow which was under in
spection at the time OF the wreck You
put that package?"
He found 1t finally and opened it on
table, displaying with some theatrfc-
alism a rectangular piece of muslin
and similar patch of striped tick
ing.
'You recognize it," he said. "The
stains, you see, and the hole made by
the dirk. I tried to bring away the
entire pillow, but they thought I was
stealing it, and made me give it 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.. Blakeley?" he inquired.
glanced to where they lay un-
opened, and shook my head
"Then I have 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, meant to let 1t
remain SO. There were no other sur
vivors, at least none that knew OF,
were number of points in your IA
vor.
~ verified your identity, for in
stance, as soon as I recovered from
the shock. Also-I found on inquirins
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 unruff1ed.
Il have minor position here" he
said, reaching for a visiting card. Il
am very small patch on 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
the paper with q tremendous expendi-
ture Of energy.
Here it is. Listen" He read rap.
idly aloud
''The Pittsburg police have sent to
looking up the survivors Of the ILL
fated Washington Filler. It 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 $50 this morning.
JOHN FLANDERS. Conductor
cit is hoped that the survivors OF
the wrecked car Ontario will be found.
to tell what they know Of the dtscov.
cry of the crime.
"Mr John Gilmore. head of the
steel company for which Mr.. Harring.
ton was purchasing agent, has signif1ed
his intention Of sitting tho matter to
tho bottom"
$50 you see." Hotohkiss concluded,
there's trouble brewing. You and 1
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 we had left beside the
road that morning, babbling incoher~
emily, her black hair tumbling over
her white face.
Unless we can find the man who
0SSUPASu Ao"SA SSScAs Su66eos00'
Il 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. have learned this
much" Hotchkiss concluded: Lower
seven was reserved from Cresson.''
Cressont Where Alison West and
Mrs. Curtis had taken the train!