Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-06-02

kite. kicking back his chair; "only II
may take time. You can tell wher
from the landing"
| YES, and how" answered the pre-.
sumable pals, and while Jake scowle6
and Joe grinned Bill shuff1ed through
the sawdust to the street.
Cronkite walked Driskly down the
street to the lodging house. Time was
too short for hesitation or change. II
as seemed likely, this rich old recluse
was Benjamin Saboll then duty not
only to the judge as his employer but
to himself as a man demanded that
he should warn, protect and save him
He knew that he was going into g
trap where outside help was not to be
hoped for and whence he could escape
with Saboll only against the will and
force of two ruffians to whom robbery
| was a business and murder a jest
Yet he resolutely went.
Indeed so fixed to his purpose was
the detective, with every particle OF
mind, soul and being intent on the ways
and means of successful issue, that
he failed to observe, as he otherwise
should, that the shadow of a woman
was lurking after on the other side OF
the street, the shadow of a beshawled
decrepit, beggarly old woman yet
changing involuntarily now and then
| into the lines and curves of youth and
grace.
Through the doorless entrance and
up the bare stairs in the flicker OF
the gas jet went Cronkite; one flight
two flights and the half of a third
Then he stopped before door open
ing from an ell in the landing. He
tried it, it was fast top and bottom
He raped again and again. Finally
querulous voice sounded family from
within.
GO away" it said. You can't come
in, whoever you are. If you don't &c
away I'll lean out of the window and
call for the police. Go away!"
Listen, please" replied Cronkite
soothingly. Il am as good and inof-
fensive a man as every one says you
are but l am not so wise; I have had
such family troubles. All want is tc
ask you one question"
"Will you go away them" There
was a shade of pleased superiority
in the tones.
| Yes, If you wish"
Very we'll, then; l will give you the
benefit of my advice. What is it?"
| Il want to know, please" returned
Cronkite, what course I ought to pur-
sue with my wife. 1 came here in hid
ing because 1 didn't approve Of her &C.
tions, though there was nothing &C.
tually wrong about them. But now
fear she is going to take a step that
will injure my good name. What
should l do?"
Heck, heck, heck" came the sound
of three little dry coughs. You must
prevent her by all means at any cost,
said the voice now vexed and ever
vindictive. 1T is your right, your
duty. A wife is subject to her hus-
band; the Scriptures say so and so dc
the laws. You have power of life and
death over her. Prevent her, say;
heck, heck, heck"
open the door, Mr.. Saboll," COM
manded Cronkite. 81 know you as
much by what you said as by the way
you coughed. l am Cronkite, Judge
Marcelluss man. You know him; you
have heard of me: you must realize
that your hiding is at an end. Oper
you to the thieves and murderers
whom your wealth has attracted an6
who even now are preparing to rot
and kill you. Open the door"
| And even with the last words lear
and livid old man did open the door
clinging to the detective as he passed
| through and again bolted it top and
bottom. 1t was Benjamin Saboll.
You are going to let" he whim-
pered.
we are not going to let your wife
disgrace herself tomorrow by confess
| ing that she was with Wander at q
| time time and place which make his
| innocence manifest, nor are we going
| tn OF innnnant aYpnntpG
for tie sake of your jealous spite" in
| terrupted Cronkite sternly. THE
quietest way is the best way with the
judge and me as q general rule but
| there are exceptions, mind. SU think
hard and quick with all the powers OF
life and death you boast about, Or
Il won't" cried Mr.. Saboll furious
| ly. He is wretch who thought moth
ing of making love to a dozen women
at once. Do you suppose l don't know
| that he was making up to Laura's
Younger sister Kate all the while?
That was why Laura sent her back to
the Ravels with a flea in her ear, the
poor girl. I'll deny my identity; you
have no proof. The governor would
never grant a respite on any such cock
and bull story. Afterward / don't
care"
Or" continued Cronkite, Il will lei
| the two villains who even now are lurk-
| ing downstairs have their will with
you. l have but to make the signal
they think me their accOmplice. You
can't deny your identity If you are
dead, and your corpse will he proof
| enough"
I'll scream"
Screams are too common around
here to attract any notice"
AS if in confirmation and refutatior
of these words, scream after scream
suddenly resounded thrillingly through
out the old rookery. There was nc
sound of alarm from above or below
but the quality and the sense of them
for the moment held the detective
transfiXed with bewilderment. They
were full. rich and refined in tone
and they called unon his very self.
| Help Mr.. CrOnkite, help" was theiI
| moving appeal.
Then as Cronkite i'm a flash of recol-
lection recalled the old woman with
the ring marked fingers and with in
tuitive deduction joined her disguise
to a love and devotion which he had
not suspected in the case he snatched
pair of bulldog revOlvers from his
pocket and whirled down the stairs.
| ".
Again Cronkite raped on the door
of the landing room. but this time not
alone The old beggar woman was
clinging to his arm with delicate fin
gers ring marked. There was no de-
| lay; at the first strong note OF ms
voice the bolts were drawn top and