The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1911-04-28

Stepping to the side of the bed he
barred the dead mans left breast.
Lock there" he pointed A minute
| red puncture like pimple, hardly
| bigger than a pinhead, discolored the
! lean flesh. The inspector, man of
few words, raised his eyebrows Ques-
tioningly. you think" he was be-
| ginning, when the more volatile "a
briskie interrupted in a tense whisper,
hand to mouth:
That's what killed him. The heart
was punctured by some exceedingly
fine weapon-so fine that there was
no external bleeding. He must have
died instantly"
Valentine nodded as he rose from
inspecting the tiny spot, scarcely no.
tlceable to the unskilled eye. He had
too much faith in Zabriskie's skill to
question his diagnosis.
Anything been disturbed?" he
asked in that muffled tone with which
the most hardened observers pay
homage to the king of terrors.
Nothing. Neither his niece nor
the woman of the house know any
thing as yet, except the bare fact of
death. AS coroner, of course, the case
comes within my Jurisdiction, but so
far l am here merely as the nearest
regular practitioner. 1t rests between
you and me. Undoubtedly crime has
been committed, but whoever did 1t
has made clean getaway, guess
"I'd like to look around" said Valen-
tine, stepping into the back parlor
where Caleb Winnett had his Office
rs this where you found him." point
ing to a roomy revolving chair which
was pushed back from the tidily-ar-
ranged table-desk.
Exactly. He was all hunched over
on his right side, one arm nearly
touching the floor This chair here"
pointing to an ordinary cane straight
backed seat, STOOD facing his left.
The folding doors were closed when
| arrived"
Inspector Valentine took position
directly behind the empty swivel
chair and his eyes swept the we'll
ordered room. A bookcase occupied
enc recess, a small steel safe the
other; there was no window, the mid
die room being lighted from the rear
extension or from the front parlor
like hundreds of similar New York
houses. A few steel engravings of
commonplace subjects hung on the
walls; the furniture was of the black
walnut and hair-cloth epoch; a plain
tapestry carpet worn Whit in spots
covered the floor, save "a iag-rug for
foot-rest before the desk.
Evidently the dead millionaire had
not cared to squander his money on
modern furniture or fal-lals. All was
dingy and dreary; the furnishings of
the parlor and sleeping room were
equally ordinary and colorless. And
yet that sordid clearinghouse back.
parlor had doubtless witnessed many
tragedy, eliminating in one that had
cost the avaricious web-spinner his
life.
Go out and make some calls; come
back in an hour" was Valentines
curt request to Zabriskie when he had
completed his eaglelike survey, "and
don't talk"
The doctor nodded, stepped into the
third room for his case of instruments
and medicines and tiptoed to the door
Valentine, at his heels, closed and
locked 1t after him. Then, lighting
every gas-burner, his manner changed
instanter; he became as alert as a
terrier nosing out rat. Now on his
knees, now peering into corners, then
lifting and shaking every paper on the
desk, he literally turned that dingy
apartment inside out and upside down;
yet his methods were so adroit that
not even the lynx-eyed Caleb Winnett
himself could have told that his sane
tum had been invaded.
At the end of twenty minutes thor
ough search, the detective gave a
grunt Of satisfaction and rose to his
feet. He had been cropping among
the heavy chenille fringe at the bot
tom Of the double portiere which half
screened the folding doors. Approach
ing the food Of light under the four
armed chandelier he held In his fingers
| small glittering object, rounded and
fat. Laying 1t in the palm Of the
other hand, he turned 1t over and over
A small hole on the palmer and under
side proved the thing to be the gold
and silver filigree head Of a woman's
long hat-pin! That was all; for,
search as he would, the missing shank
was not to be found, nor did either of
the other rooms yield any better re.
| suit.
Precisely at the expiration OF thirty
minutes Doctor Zabriskie raped on
the door. which Valentine opened.
then closed
you're sure as to the manner of
death?" was the query which met
him.
Perfectly" was the quiet reply.
"A stiletto?" asked Valentine, his
gray eyes blazing.
well, yes. provided 1t was as fine
and slender as shakespeare bodkin.
But they don't make them nowadays"
"No-but hat-pins, yes!" declared
the detective. opening his hand and
showing the glittering bauble. There's