Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-02-10
CHAPTER v.
- f1ARY NBfEIc Ml1EIIRRE

CHAPTER v.
The Wes.,os IN the Next ca.
with the departure Of the conduo.
TOR and the doctor, the group around
lower ten broke UP, to reform in
smaller knots through the car. Tho
porter remained on guard. With
something Of relief sank into seat.
/ wanted to think, TO try to remember
the Aeta1ls Of the previous night. But
my inuuisitive acquaintance had other
Intentions. He came up and sat down
beside me. Like the conductor he had
taken notes of the dead mans be-
lonxings. his name, address. clothing
and the general circumstances of the
crime Now with his little notebook
open before him, he prepared to en-
10Y the minor sensation of the rob-
berry.
"And now for the second victim"
he began cheerfully. What is your
name and address, please?"
4 eyed him with suspicion.
"Ihaye lost everything but my name
and address," parted. What do you
want them for? Publication"
ooh, no; dear, MOI" he said, shocked
at my misapprehension. Merely for
my own enlightenment. like to
gather data Of this kind and draw my
own conclusions. Most interesting and
enerossfng. Once or twice I have
forestalled the results of police inves-
tigation-but entirely for my own
amusement
nodded tolerantly. Most OF us
have hobbies; I knew man once who
carried his handkerchief up his sleeve
and had mania for old colored prints
cut out of Godey's Lady Book.
.I use that inductive method orig
mated by Poe and followed since with
such success by Conan Doyle. Have
YOU ever read Gaboriau? All, you have
missed treat. indeed. And now, to
get down to business, what is the
name of our escaped thief and prob
able murderer"
"How on earth do I know?" I de-
manded impatiently. ''He didn't write
4 in blood anywhere. did he?"
The little man looked hurt and dis
appointed.
no you mean to say" he asked,
.'that the pockets Of those clothes are
entirely empty?"
The pockets! In the excitement I
had forgotten entirely the sealskin
grip which the porter now sat at my
feet. and had not investigated the
pockets at all. With the inquisittve
mans pencil taking note of every
thing that found, emptied them on
the-opposite seat
Upper left-hand waist-coat, two lead
pencils and fountain pen; lower
riehtswaist-coat, matchbox and a small
atamp book; right-hand pocket coat,
AIR IL gray snede gloves, new. size
seven and half; left-hand pocket,
s,m-metal cigarette case studded with
pearls, half-full Of Egyptian cigarettes
The trousers pockets contained gold
penknife, small amount Of money in
bills and change, and handkerchief
with the initial IS" on 1t.
Further search through the coat dis.
covered card-case with cards bear.
ing the name Henry Pinckney Sulli.
vaIi,. and q leather flask with gold
mountings, filed with what seemed to
be very fair whisky, and mono.
grammed H. p. s.
Ills name evidently is Henry
Pinckney Sullivan" said the cheerful
follower of Poe, as he wrote 1t down
Address as yet unknown. Blonde,
probably. Have you noticed that it ia
almost always the blonde men who at
feet very light gray, with = touch
of red in the scarf? Fact, assure you
1 kept a record once Of the summer
attire Of men. and 80 per cent. fol
lowed my rule. Dark men like you
affect navy blue or brown.
In spite of myself was amused al
the mans shrewdness.
Eyes; the suit he took was dark
. blue" said.
He rubbed his hands and smiled .,
me delightedly.
"Then you wore black shoes, moi
tan" he said, with glance at tho ag
gressive yellow ones wore.
Right again." I acknowledged
sBlack low shoes and black enbroid
cred hose. If you keep on you'll have
. motive for the crime, and the muir
derer's present place of hiding. And
II you come back to the smoker will
me. I'll give you an opportunity te
Judge IL he knew good whisky from
bad"
put the articles from the pockets
back again and got up. II wonder II
there is diner on?" I said. Il need
something sustaining after all this"
was conscious then Of some one
1t my elbow. turned to see the
young woman whose face was sc
vaguely familiar. In the very act Of
speaking she drew back suddenly and
cdlored.
OH beg your pardon" she said
hurriedly, Thought you were
some one else" She was looking in {
puzzled fashion at my coat. fell
all the cringing guilt of a man who
has accidentally picked up the wrong
tight on my neck.
I'm sorry" said idiotically. TIE
sorry. but-rm not" have learned
since that she has bright brown hair
with . loose wave In it that drops
over her ears, and dark blue eyes
With slack lashes and-but what does
/, It matter? One enjoys . picture an Z