The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1910-12-25
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Detective Cronkite's C1ue-A Lit
erary Test to Clear Up
a Mystery.

Whsn Louis Pompton returned from
Europe he set about investigating the
cause OF Eleanor Yalden's death. He
could not believe it suicide.
With tho very news Of her death had
como a letter from her. bright. chatty.
characteristically charming filed with
high hopes for them both. BY tho time
he was hack. she wrote. her book would
be finished. that novel so like yet 40 differ
ent from those which had already brought
h~r compstence and fame. II would be
a test at once Of her strength and popu-
larity. Would tho public recognize IT,.
publishcd anonymously and ny n new
fim? She would not even tell him a bit
nare.
Then had come the long night Of ILL
ness brought on by exposure and shock
untl now. after six months delay. he was
bach. bound to learn the truth.
Hello. Louis cried Judge Marcellus
cheerily as the gaunt and haggard young
man came slowly into the office. Back
aGnin for ths golden harvest. hey. with
note book and portfolio crammed TO the
covers
who was 1t I heard speaking Of your
work? Oh. no other than Miss Kate
Ttlks at the authors reception we had
At ths club. Your profound skill Of pen
and pencil she called it. Pretty good
for the honess Of the day in the full flush
Of her success. A Binding Fireball.
You want to get Il. my boy; it's great
Hush. Judge interposed Pompton
brokenly. Il can't talk of anything else
when Eleanor is dead
Excuse me. Louis Time and stress
made me obliviosIs. though perhaps not
80 oblivious as I seemed. for what is there
to be said?'
Much returned the young man.
Eleanor never killed herself. feel it;
! know IL. I want your help 10 find out
who killed her.
.Iiaten. l realize all you would say.
but don't say 1t. She never killed herself;
that Ia a. clear and true as her love for
me. my love for her Will you help me
or must work alone?"
For answer the Judge pressed the but
ton On his desk. which called Cronkite
into the Office.
Abe. do you remember the circum-
stances OF the death OF Miss Eleanor
Walden up at the Arts Building few
months ago. he asked.
Yes. SIR answered the detective with
a BWlIg kl3Hcs fDbnptOn
face; that 10 to say as they appeared and
were accepted. Young literary woman.
who kept bachelors hall all by herself
there. Found dead at her desk with a
bullet through the heart. Small. ivory
handled revolver by her side. Pad in front
Of her with pencilled words on 10 indi-
eating suicide. She had not published
much recently and IL was thought she was
discouraged. The verdict was suicide
"A false verdict. a damnable verdict. "
cried Pompton.
Yes. sir; verdicts are apt 20 he both
when found a. matter Of course. The
young woman was very much alone: there
was no ono To show any interest There
was no apparent motive for crime. But
yet
But yet there was n real one. ! must
learn it must detect and denounce the
secret murderer
Then. sir, II you will wait a moment
will step over To- the Coroner's office
and ger the exhibits in the case. They
may mean more to you and 10 me than
thsy did tn the jury
No sooner was CrODkite gone than
James. the offic. hoy. brought . card Ia
the Judge.
-Ah. q mutual friend. Louis raid the
old lawyer tentatively. \ know IN"
womSd be delighted 70 see you. But no.