The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1910-12-02

though you had committed a crime.
I'm not sure that l didn't, Mrs.
Klopton," | said YEARLY. somebody
did and the general verdict seems to
point my way.
She stared at me in speeches. in
| dignation. Then she founced out.
She came back once TO say that the
paper predicted cooler weather, and
| that she had put a blanket on my bed
but, to her disappointment, / refused
to reopen the subject.
At half-past eleven Mcknight and
| Hctcbkiss came in. Richey has a
habit of stopping his car in front OF
| the house and honking until some one
| comes out. lie has a code of signals
with the horn. which | never remem-
Der. Two long and a short blast
mean. | believe. Send out a box Of
cigarettes, and six short blasts,
which sound like a police call, mean
Can you lend me some money!" To
night I knew something was up, for
he got out and rang the door-bell like
a Christian.
They came into the library, and
Hotchkiss wiped his collar until it
cleaned. Mcknight was aggressiVely
cheerful.
Not pinched yet" he exclaimed
What do you think of that for luck!
You always we're a fortunate devil.
Lawrence"
Yes" | assented with some bitter
ness, Il hardly know how to contain
myself for Joy sometimes. I suppose
you know"-to HOtchkiss-"that the
police were here while we were at
Cresson, and that they found the bag
that / brought from the wreck?"
Things are coming to a head" he
said thoughtfully, unless a little plan
that ! have in mind" he hesitated.
Il hope so; / am pretty nearly des-
perate," l said, doggedly. I've got a
mental toothache, and the sooner it's
pulled the better"
Tut, tut" sadi Mcknight, think
Of the disgrace to tn. Arm if it's senior
member goes up for life, Or" he
twisted his handkerchief into a moose,
and went through an elaborate pan
tomime.
Although Jail isn't so bad, any
how" he finished, there are fellows
that get the habit and keep going
back and going back" He looked at
his watch, and I fancied his cheerful
ness was strained. Hotchkiss was
nervously fumbling my book.
Did you ever read the Purloined
Letter, Mr.. ~Biakeley?" he inquired.
Probably, years ago." I said. "Poe,
isn't it?"
He was choked at my indifference.
1T is a masterpiece" he said, with
enthusiasm. II re-read it to-day"
And what happened?"
Then l inspected the rooms in the
house off Washington Circle. II
made some discoveries, Mr.. Blakeley.
For one thing, our man there is left
handed" He looked around for u
approval. There was a small eush-
ion on the dresser, and the scarf
pins in it had been stuck in with the
left hand"
Somebody may have twisted the
cushion" | objected, but he looked
hurt, and / desisted.
There is only one discrepancy" he
admitted. but it troubles me. Ac-
cording to Mrs. Carter, at the farm
house, our man wore CANDY pajamas,
while | found here only the most Sc
verely plain night-shirts."
ANY buttons OFF," Mcknight in
quired, looking again at his watch.
'"The buttons were there" the anna
teur detective answered grayely, but
the buttonhole next the top n was
torn through"
Mcknight winked at me furtiyely.
Il am convinced of one thing"
Hotchkiss went on, clearing his
throat, "the papers are not in that
room, Either he carries them with
him, or he has sold them"
A sound on the street made both
my visitors listen sharply. Whatever
it was it passed on, however. was
growing curious and the restraint was
telling on Mcknight. He has no
talent for secrecy. In the interval we
discussed the strange occurrence at
Cresson, which lost nothing by Hotch-
kiss dry narration.
And so" he concluded, the WON
an in the Baltimore hospital Is the
wife of Henry Sullivan and the daugh-
ter OF the man he murdered. No won
der he collapsed when he heard Of
the wreck"
Joy, probably" Mcknight put in.
is that clock right, Lawrence? Never
mind, it doesn't matter. BY the way,
Mrs. Conway dropped in the Office yes.
terday, while you were away"
What" ] sprang from my chair.
Sure thing. Said she had heard
great things Of us, and wanted as to
handle her case against the railroad
Il would like to know what she is
driving at" ! reflected. rs she try.
ing to reach me through your
Richey's flippancy Is often a cloak
for deeper feeling. He dropped il
now. Yes" he said, she's after the
notes, OF course And I'll tell you |
felt like a poltroon--whateyer that
may be-when turned her down
She stood by the door with her face
white, and told me contemptuously