The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-05-27

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 road tonight YOU sNooPER" HE That's private
 6A"LAD' property, sir, The alley you see belongs to our neigh bors. No one passes through there but myself and"-
 He caught himself in time with a suIlen erunt which may have been the result of fatigue or of that latent in stinct of loyalty which is often the most diffcult obstacle detective has to encounter.
 And Mir. Ranelagh, I suppose you would say?" was Sweetwater's easy finish.
 No answer. The coachman simply locked the door and put the Key in his pocket
 Sweetwater made no effort to deter him. More than that. he desisted from further questions. though he was dying to ask where this key was kept at night and whether 1t had been in it's usual place on the evening of the mur- der. He had gone far enough, he thought. Another step and he might arouse this mans suspicion, if not his enmity. But he did not leave the shad- ows into which he again receded until he had satisfied himself that the key went into the stable with the coach man, where it probably remained for this night at least.
 It was after 10 when Sweetwater re-entered the house to say good night to Hexford. He found him on watch fin 70 .rnnor hou ay,A tI,o ,,,or, CJorI-o below. He had a word with the for mer:
 "what is the purpose of the little door in the wall back of the stable2 ?" ''ft connects these grounds with those of the Fultons. The Fultons live or Huested street"
 "Are the two families intimate?"
 Every. Mir. Cumberland is sweet on the young lady there"
 He uses that door. thenY' Sweet water pursued.
 Probably
 Did he use it that night?'
 "He didn't visit her."
 Where did he goY'
 "Wc can't find out. He was first seen on Garden street, coming home after a night of debaueh. He had drunk hard. Asked where he got the liquor. he maundered out something about a saloon. but none of the places which he usually frequents had seen him that night. have tried them all and some that weren't in his books. It was no good"
 That door is supposed to be locked at night. Zadok says that's his duty Was it locked that night?''
 Cant say. Perhaps the coroner can. You see. the inquiry ran in such diff, ferent direction at first that a small matter like that may have been over looked"
 Sweetwater subdued the natural re- tort and. reyerting to the subject of the saloons. got some specific informa- tion in regard to them. Then he passed thoughtfully downstairs. only to come upon Helen. who was just ex- tinguishing the front hall light
 Good night" he said in passing.
 Good night, Mir. Sweetwater''
 There was something in her tone which made him stop and look back. She had stepped into the library and was blowing out the lamp there He paused a moment and sighed softly. Then he started toward the door, only to stop again and cast another look back. She was standing in one of the hoorways, anxiously watching him and twisting her fingers in and out in an kresolute way truly significant in one of her disposition.
 He felt his heart leap.
 Returning softly, he took up his stand before her. looking her straight h the eye.
 Good night" he repeated. with ap odd emphasis.
 Good night" she answered, with equal force and meaning.
 But the next moment she was speak ing rapidly, earnestly.
 'I can't sleep" she said. "I never can when I'm not certain of my duty Mfr. Ranelagh is an injured man. Ask what was said and done at their last dinner here. I can't tell you. l didn't listen, and I didn't see what happened but it was something out of the ordi nary. Three broken wineglasses lay or the tablecloth when 1 went in to clear away. 1 heard the chatter when they fell and smashed, but I said nothing. have said nothing since, but know there was quarrel, and that MT. Ranc lagh was not in it, for his glass was the only one which remained unbroken. Am wrong in telling you? 1 wouldn't Tiff it were not for MT. Ranelagh. He didn't do right by Miss Cumber- land, but he doesn't deserve to be in prison. and so would Miss Carmel tell you if she knew what was going on and could speak. She loved him and I've said enough-I've said enough, the agitated girl protested as he lean cd eagerly toward her. 'T couldn't tell the priest any more. Good night" And she was gone. He hesitated moment, then pursued