The Meridian times. (Meridian, Idaho) 1909-1938, 1911-11-10

little interview here tonight. If
all has gone as l planned, Mr.. Henry
Pinckney Sullivan is by this time UNI
der arrest. Within very few min
utes-he will be here"
Il wanted to talk to him before ne
was locked up, Richey explained.
He's clever enough to be worth
knowing, ana, besides, I'm not 50
cocksure of his guilt as our friend the
patch on the seat of government. No
murderer worthy of the name needs
six different motives for the same
crime, beginning with robbery, and
ending with an unpleasant fatherin.
law"
We were all silent for awhile. Nc.
Knight stationed himself at a win.
dow, and Hotchkiss paced the floor
expectantly. IT'S great day for
modern detective methods" he CHR.
ruped. while the police have been
guarding houses and standing with
their mouths open waiting for clews
to fall in and choke them, we have
pieced together, bit by bit, a fab
RIG
The door-bell rang, followed imme-
diately by sounds of footsteps in the
hall. Mcknight threw the door open,
and Hotchkiss, raised on his toes,
flung out his arm in a gesture of su.
perb eloquence.
"Behold-your mani" he de-
claimed
Through the open doorway came a
tall, blond fellow, clad in light gray,
wearing tan shoes, and followed close
ly by an officer.
Il brought him here as you suggest.
ed, Mr.. Mcknight" said the con.
stable
But Mcknight was doubled over the
library table in silent commissions of
mirth, and was almost as bad. Lit
tie Hotchkiss stood up, his important
attitude finally changing to one OF
chagrin, while the blond man ceased
to look angry, and became sheepish.
1t was Stuart, our confidential clerk
for the last half dozen yearsl
Mcknight sat up and wiped his
eyes.
Stuart" he said sternly, there are
two very serious things we have
learned about you. First, you jah
your scarf-pins into your cushion with
your left hand, which is most repre-
hensible; second, you wear-er-night
shirts, instead of paiamas. Worse
than that, perhaps, we find that one
of them has buttonhole torn out at
the neck"
Stuart was bewildered. He looked
from Mcknight to me. and then at
the crestfallen Hotchkiss.
Il haven't any idea what it's all
about" he said. II was arrested as
l reached my clearinghouse tonight
after the theater, and brought direct
ly here. l told the officer it was a
| mistake"
Poor Hotchkiss tried bravely tc
| justify the fasco.
You can not deny" he commended
that Mr. Andrew Bronson followed
you to your rooms last Monday eve
| ming"
Stuart looked at us and flushed.
mo, l don't deny it," he said, but
there was nothing criminal about it.
| on my part, at least Mr.. Bronson has
been trying to induce me to secure
the forged notes for him. But I 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 the
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 Office q day for year. l am
| afraid that the beautiful fabric we
have pieced out of all these scraps il
going to be a crazy quilt" His tone
was facetious, but could detect the
undercurrent of real disappointment.
| l 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 l 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" 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. l hope we are not going to lose
your valuable cooperation, Mr. Hotch,
| KISS" 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
| you say? / told his landlady to.
night that he wouldn't need the room
again. hope she hasn't rented it to
somebody else"
We cheered him as best we could
and l suggested that we go to Balti,
more the next day and try to find the
real Sullivan through his wife. He
| left sometime after midnight, and
| Richey and | were alone.