The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-05-29

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 Nothing. we hope" was the imper- turbable answer. "But we find it nec- essary to establish absolutely jus, what overcoat and what hat you wQce down street that night"
 'I've told you that I don't remem. ber" The young mans color was ris. ing.
 "ABe not these the ones" queried the district attorney, making a sign to Sweetwater, who immediately stepped forward, with shabby old ulster over his arm and a battered derby in his hand.
 The young man started, rose, then sat again, shouting out with angry en- phasis:
 "Nol"
 "Yet you recognize theseT'
 "Why shouldn't I? They're mine.
 Only I don't wear them any more. They're done for. You must have rooted them out from some closet"
 ''Mr. Cumberland,"-the district at torney was very serious-"this. hat and this coat, old as they are, were worn into town from your house that night This we know absolutely. We can even trace them to the clubhouse.'
 Mechanically, not spontaneously this time, the young man rose to his feet, staring first at the man who had ut tered these words, then at the gar ments which Sweetwater still held in view.
 'tI don't know anything about it," were the words with which he sought to escape from the net which had been thus deftly cast about him. q didn't wear the things. Anybody can tell you what clothes I came home in. Ranelagh may have borrowed"-
 "Ranelagh wore his own coat and hat. MT. Cumberland, you have told US that you didn't know at the time and can't remember now, where you spent that night and most of the next morning. All you can remember is that it was in some place where they let you drink all you wished and leave when the fancy took you. and not be- fore. 1t was none of your usual haunts. You dreaded to have your sister know how soon you could es- cape the influence of that moment. You wished to drink your fill and leave your family none the wiser. Am I not right?"
 ''Yes, it's plain enough, isn't it? Why harp on that string?"
 "You cannot remember the saloon in which you drank. That's possible enough. but perhaps you can remem- Der what they gave you. Was it whisky. rum. absinth or what?"
 The question took his irritable lis tener by surprise. Arthur gasped and tried to steal some comfort from Coro ner Perry's eye, but that old friends face was too much in the shadow.
 q drank-absinth,' he cried at last.
 "From this bottle?' queried the oth- CT, motioning again to. Sweetwater, who now brought forward the bottle he had picked up in Cuthbert road.
 Arthur Cumberland glanced at the bottle the detective held up. saw the label, saw the shape and sank Imply in his chair, his eyes starting. his jaw falling.
 "Where did you get that?" he asked. pulling himself together with sudden desperate self possession.
 That" answered the district attor- ney, Twas picked up at small hotel on Cuthbert road. just back of the markets. not far from the Whispering Pines"
 "I don't know the place."
 'It's not a high class resort, not se- lect enough by long shot to have this brand of liquor in it's cellar. There were only two bottles of it left in the clubhouse when the inventory was last taken. Those two bottles are now gone. and"-
 "This is one of them? Is that what you want to say? Well, 1t may be for all know. I didn't carry it there. I didn't have the drinking of it''
 eve have seen the man and woman who keep that hotel. They will talk if they have to-"
 ''They willy His dogged self pos session rather astonished them. 'Well, that ought to please you. I've noth- ing to do with the matter"
 A change had taken place in him. The irritability approaching to vio- lence which had attended every speech and infused itself into every movement since he came into the room had left him. He spoke quiet ly and with touch of irony in his tone.
 ''Then I have no doubt but you will do us this favor," volunteered Sweet water in his pleasantest manner. Its not long walk from here. Will you go there in my company. with your coat collar pulled up and your hat we'll down over your eyes. and ask for a seat in the snuggery and show them this bottle? They won't know that it's empty. The man is sharp and the woman intelligent. They will see that you are a stranger and admit you readily. They are only shy of one man-the man who drank there on the night of your sisters murder"
 You're a -" he began. with a touch of his old violence. But, realiz- ing. perhaps, that his fingers were in trap, he modified his manner again and continued more quietly: This is an odd request to make. I won't go with you to that low drinking hell unless you make me, but I'll swear"-
 Don't swear" It is unnecessary to say who spoke. "We wouldn't believe you, and 1t would be only adding per jury to the rest"