Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-12-03


again in march time; whereto the vrtuoso stepped
brsky toward the crowd. This had received several
additions; but had suffered the loss of of its
ponent parts, the Sheriff. Conjecture buzzing from
mouth to mouth as to the officials sudden detection.
Whatever it was he got from the pocket Kent heard
Looked to me like envelope, hazarded someone.
mo" contradcted Sailor Smith; paper would have
been all pulped up by the water
marked handkerchief, maybe suggested another.
Like as not said Jarvis. you bet that Len
Schager figured it out there sonethin in it for him,
anyways l could see the money CLEAN in his eye.
"Thats right too" confirmed the old sailor. "He
looked lust like that when he brought in that hafWt
peddler, thinkin' he was the thousan -doar-reward
thief last year.
an be Sheriff afterwards observed someone else.
Amid this interchange of opinion, of which was
lost upon him. Professor Kent advanced and bent over
the manacled corpse.
"Have to ask you to stand back, Professor said
Jarvis. LENS appointed special depty till he
back, and he nobody is to lay finger on hide ner
hair of the corpse not even the Doc, If he comes
"Qute right, assented the other Sheriff Schlager
exhibits commemorate zeal and discretion.
"Wonder if he knowed the corpse?' suggested some
"Say Jarvis" said another man." what's this about
Elder Try bennett meetin' up with strange woman
yeStiddy evenln ~
4Shucks! This couldn't be that woman" said Jarvis
How'd she to be washed ashore from wreck be-
tween last night and this morning.
How'd she come to be washed ashore from wreck,
anyway? countered Sailor Smith. The amt been no
storm for week. an this body amt been dead twenty
four hour
at plumb beats me-" admitted Jarvis.
"Who is this Dennett?' asked Professor Kent.
dry? He's the town CAB of Martndae Center. Does
little plumbin' an tinkerin' the side Just
he's up to Cadystown Took the ten-oclock train last
night
"Then it early when he met this woman?"
Before shutdown He risin' the hill beyond the
Nook-that's Sedgwicks place, the painter Teller
when she come out of the shrubbery-pop! He quzzed
her,-trust the Elder for thatbut he didn get much
out of her. until he mentioned the Nook Then she al
et,.
as that Francis Sedgwick, the artist" asked Kent
"That's him. said Sailor Smith. paints right purity
pictures Lives all alone with Chinese cook at the
Nook
"Wel, the lady went down the hill, continued Jar
Wis Gust Sedgwick out to smoke pipe his
wall Try thought he seemed SUI priSed when she
bespoke him. They passed few remarks an then they
had words, an the lady laughed loud an kinder
scornful He seemed to be pointin at a necklace of
queer fiery pink tibet she WORE and ryn to get
somehn' out of her. She turned away, an he started
to follow, when all of sudden she grabbed up rock
an let him have it-blip! Keeled him clean Then
she away up the road towards Hawkl Cliffs. That S
the way Try bennett tells it. But amt heard of
story osn anythn in the elln when it through
Iry's lips
"Well, this corpse amt got no pink necklace,
suggested somebody.
@Bodies sometimes gets robbed said Sailor
Smith.
peering close Then he Strengthened up and began
pulling thoughtfuly at the lobe of his He had
SEEN the dead flesh of the neck series of little
ndentatlons, such as might have been made by
the presence of jewel setting forced down by
blow sudden impact. As he stood, thinking,
several voices said:
The Sheriff. heavy figure appeared on the brow
of the cliff
"Who is it with him. inquired Kent
"Gansett Jim" answered Jarvis.
"An Indian"
Gosh! You got good eyes" said Jarvis Hes
more Indian than anything else. Comes from down
Af111u nSatt VIZ nd upfc pY11af from =