The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-03-14

knows you have taken the notes to
Pittsburg The probabilities are that
she follows you there, on the chance
OF an opportunity to get them either
for Bronson or herself.
Nothing doing during the trip over
or during the day In Pittsburg; but
she learns the number Of your berth
as you buy il at the Pullman ticket
Office in Pittsburg and she thinks she
sees her chance No one could have
foreseen that that drunken fellow
would have crawled into your berth.
Nov, | figure it out this way She
wanted those notes desperately
still mot for Bronson. but to hold over
his head for some purpose In the
night when everything is quiet, she
slips behind the curtains Of lower ten,
where the mans breathing shows he
IS asleep Didn't you say he snored?'
"He did" affirmed. But tell
you"
Now keep still and listen. She
gropes cautiously around in the dark
ness, finally discovering the wallet I'M.
der the pillow Can't you see It your
self?'
He was leaning forward exeitedly.
and | could almost see the grewsome
tragedy he was depicting.
"She draws out the wallet. Tbcn
perhaps she remembers the aiIigato,
bag ana on the possibility that the
notes are there, instead of in the
pocketbook, she gropcs around for it.
Suddenly. the man awakes and clutch
es at the nearest object, perhaps her
neck chain. which breaks.
1T is all in silence; the man is still
stupidly drunk But he holds her in
n tight grip. Then the tragedy. She
must get away; in minute the car
will be aroused Such a woman, on
such an errand. does not go without
some sort Of a weapon. in this case
a dagger. which, unlike revolver, is
noiseless.
with a quick thrust-she's "A big
woman and a bold one she strikes
Possibly Hotchkiss is right about the
lefthand blow Harrington may have
held her right hand. or perhaps she
held the dirk in her left hand as she
CROPPED with her right Then as the
man falls back and his grasp relaxes,
she straightens and attempts to get
away The swaying of the car throws
her almost into your berth. and, trem-
bling with terror she crouches behind
the curtains OF lower ten until every
thing is still Then she goes noise
lessly back to her berth"
| nodded.
ut seems to fit partly. at least"
said In the morning when she found
that the crime had been not only fruit
less. but that she had searched the
wrong berth and killed the wrong
man; when she saw me emerge un-
hurt just as she was bracing herself
for the discovery OF my dead body.
then she went into Mysteries You re-
member. ! gave her some whisky
1T really seems tenable theory.
But, like the Sullivan theory, there are
one or two things that don't agree
with the rest. For one thing. how did
the remainder Of that chain get into
Alison Vests possession?"
"She may have picked It up on the
floor"
Well admit that" | said; "and I'm
snre'I hope 80. Then how did the muir
deTed mans pockotbook get into the
soalskin bag? And the dirk. how ac-
count for that, and the blood stains?"
Now what's the use" asked Me.
Knight aggrieyedly "of my building
up beautiful theories for you TO pull
down? Wen take il to Hotchkiss.
Maybe he can tell from the blood
stains " the mufderer's finger nails
We're square or pointed"
"Ilotchhlas is no fool | said warm