The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1911-01-06

pTeSSlVe mdnuer lie put nlo n200o
under his coat-tails and coughed.
Mr.. %Blakeley." he began, "n,y Mr..
Meningitis 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 q very few min
utes-he will be here"
Il wanted to talk to him tefore he
was locked up Richey explained.
Hes clever enough to be worth
knowing, and, besides, I'm not SO
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 father.in-
law"
We were all silent for awhile. Nc
Knight stationed himself at a win
dow, and Hotchkiss paced the floor
e~xpectantly. It's a 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, q fab.
ric-"
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 SUI
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 o 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, Jul confidential clerk
for the last half dozen years!
Mcknight sat up and wiped his
eyes.
stuart" he said sternly, "theM 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-
hensible; second, you wear-er-night-
shirts, instead of pajamas. Worse
than that, perhaps, we find that one
the neck"
Stuart was bewildered. He looked
from Mcknight to me, and her at
the crestfallen Hotchkiss.
Il haven't any idea what it's all
about" he said. Il was arrested as
l reached my clearinghouse tonight,
after the theater. and brought direct.
ly here. i told the officer it was a
mistake"
Poor Hotchkiss tried bravely to
justify the fiasco.
you can not deny" he contended.
that Mr.. Andrew Bronson followed
you to your Dom last Monday eve
ming"
Stuart looked at us and flushed.
mo, l don't deny it," he said, but
there was nothing criminal about 1t,
on my part, at least. Mr.. Bronson has
been trying to induce me to secure
the forged notes for him. But l did
not even know where they WERE"
and you were not on the wrecked
Washington Flier?" persisted Hotch-
kiss. But Mcknight i%nterfered.
There is no use trying to put tho
other mans identity On Stuart, Mr..
Hotchkiss," he protested. He has
been u confidential clerk for six
years., and has not been away from
the office a day for a year. l 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 l could detect the
u~ndercurrent of real disappointment.
I 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 c%restfallen 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 hat may be of
value" l 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?" l asked.
He reused at that to feeble interest.
T-oh, of course not, If you still care
to have me, IL was wondering about
tho man who lust went ont. Smart