The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1911-03-02

pfesslve manner. He put his h011D
under his coat-tails and coughed
Mr. Blakeley," he began, by Mr..
MckniGhts advice We have arranged
a little interview here tonight. II
all has gone as l planned. Mr Henry
Pinckney Sullivan is by this time un-
der arrest. Within a very few min
utes-he will be here"
i wanted to talk to him before he
was locked up Richey explained.
HES clever enough to be worth
knowing, and, besides. I'm not %
cocksure of his guilt as our friend the
patch on the seat of government. No
murderer worthy of the nama needs
SIX different motives for the same
crime, beginning with robbery. and
ending with an unpleasant father4n-
law"
We were all silent for awhile. Nc.
Knight stationed himself at Q viz
dow, and Hotchkiss paced the Aooe
expectantly. Its . great day for
modern detective Methods" he chir.
ruped. While the police have bsea
guarding houses and standing With
their mouths open waiting for clsvs
to fall in and choke them. ws have
pieced together. bit BY bit. . fab
rio"
The door-bell rang. followed imme.
dtately by sounds of footsteps In the
hall. Mcknight threw the door open.
and Hotchkiss. raised On his toes
hung out his arm in . gesture Of So.
perb eloQusnce.
"Behold-your nas." ~ de-
claimed.
Through the open doorway came .
tall, blond fellow. clad in light gray.
wearing tan shoes. and followed close
ly by an ofncer.
81 brought him here ~ you suggest.
I'd. Mr.. Mcknight" said the con-
stable.
But Mcknight was doubled over the
library table in silent convulsions Of
mirth, and I was almost - bad. Lit
tie Hotchkiss stood up, his important
attitude finally changing to one Of
chasrin, while the blond man ceased
to look angry. and became sheepish.
1t was Stuart, our confidential clerk
for the last half dozen years!
Mcknight sat up and wiped his
eyes
Stuart" he said sternly. there are
two very serious things We have
learned about you. First, you jab
your scarf-pins into your cushion with
your left hand, which Is most repre-
hsnsible; second, you uwear-sr-night
shirts, instead Of pajamas. Worse
than that perhaps, we find that one
of them has q buttouhole torn out at
the neck"
Stuart was bewildered. He looked
from Mcknight to me, and then at
the crestfallen Hotchkiss.
81 haven't any idea what it's all
about" he said. Il was arrested az
I reached my boarding house tonight,
after the theater, and brought direct.
ly here. told the officer it was Q
mistake"
Poor Hotchkiss tried bravely to
Justify the hasco.
You can not deny" he contended,
"that Mr.. Andrew Bronson followed
! you to your rooms last Monday eve
Ming"
Stuart looked at us and flushed.
"No, l don't deny it," he said, but
there was nothing criminal about It.
% ny part, at least. Mr.. Bronson has
been trying to induce me to secure
the forged notes for him. But did
not. even know where they were."
And you were not on the wrecked
Washington Flier?" persisted Hotch.
kiss. But Mcknight interfered.
There is no use trying to put ths
other mans identity on Stuart, Mr.
Hotchkiss." he protested. He has
been our confidential clerk for six
years, and has not been away from
the ONCE a day for year. am
afraid that the beautiful fabric we
have pieced out of all these scraps is
going to be a crazy quilt" His tone
was facetious, but could detect the
undercurrent of real disappointment.
paid the constable for his trouble.
and he departed. Stuart, still indig.
nant. left to go back to Washington
Circle He shook hands with Nc.
knight and myself magnanimously.
but he hurled a look of utter hatred
at Hotchkiss, sunk crestfallen in his
chair.
"As for as I can see," said Nc
Knight dryly, we're exactly as far
along as we were the day We met at
the Carter place. We're not a step
nearer to finding our man."
I'VE have one thing that may be of
value" I suggested. He is the hus-
band Of a bronze-haired woman at
Van Kinks hospital, and it is just
possible we may trace him through
her. hope we are not going to lose
your valuable cooperation. Mr.. Hotch-
kiss?" l asked.
He reused at that to feeble interest
"I-oh, Of course not, If you still care
to have me, II was wondering about
the man who just went out, Stuart.
Won SavS L told his landlady to-