Perth Amboy evening news., 1911-05-29

street, taking a turn, plunged
him at once into a thickly pop
ulated district. AS this was still the
residence quarter, he passed on until
he gained the heart Of the town and
the region Of the saloons. Here he
slackened pace and consulted a mem
orandum he had made while talking
to Hexford.
1t was not his intention to revisit the
places so thoroughly oyerhauled by
the police. He carried another list,
that of Certain small groceries and
quiet, unobtrusive hotels. where a
man could find a private room In which
to drink alone, 1t being Sweetwater's
conviction that In such a place, and
In such q place only, would be found
the tokens Of those solitary hours spent
by Arthur. Cumberland between the
time of his sisters murder and his re-
appearance the next day.
He asked the first passerby the way
to Hubbell's alley.
It was a mile off. "That settles It,"
muttered Sweetwater. Besides, I
doubt If be would go into an alley.
The man has sunk low, but hardly so
low as that. What's the next address
1 have2 Cuthbert road. Where's
that?"
Espying a policeman eying him with
more or less curiosity from the other
side of the street, he crossed yer and
requested to be directed to Cuthbert
road.
"Cuthbert road! That's where the
markets are. They're closed at this
time of night" was the somewhat sus-
picious reply.
Evidently the location was not a
savory one.
as there nothing but markets there?"
inquired Sweetwater quite innocent
ly. 1t was his present desire not
to be recognized as a detective even
by the men on beat. "Tm looking up
a friend. He keeps a grocery or some
kind of small hotel. l have his num-
Der, but 1 don't know how to get to
Cuthbert road"
"Then turn straight about and go
down the first street, and you'll reach
1t before the trolley car you see up
there can strike this corner. But
first sew up your pockets. There's a
bad block between you and the mar
kets."<
Sweetwater slapped his trousers and
laughed.
81 wasn't born yesterday" he cried
and, following the officers directions,
made straight for the road. Sixty-two
was not far off.
He hesitated when he reached 1t.
Some houses Invite and some repel.
This house repealed. Yet there was
nothing shabby or mysterious about
it. There was the decent entrance,
lighted, but not too brilliantly; a row
of dark windows over 1t, and above 1t
all a sloping roof in which another
sparkle Of light drew his attention to
an upper row of windows, this time
Of the old dormer shape. An alley ran
down one side Of the house to the
stables, now locked, but later to be
thrown open for the use Of the farm
ers who begin to gather here as ear
~ as 4 o'clock. Nothing wrong In
its appearance, everything shipshape
and yet "I shall find some strange
characters here" was the Sweetwater
comment with which our detective
opened the door and walked into the
house.
1t was an unusual hour for guests,
and the woman whom he saw bending
over a sort of desk In n corner Of
the room he strobe into looked up
hastily, almost suspiciously.
"Well and what Is your business r
she asked.
~ want a ROOM" he tipsily confded
to her, 'in which ! can drink and
drink till I cannot see-whisky, just
whisky. Give me q room. III b
quist."
Ito be ~continued.)