Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-01-17

boyish beard indicated a long absence
from the barber's.
He raised his eyes to mine and look
ed hard at me. 7 did not lower my
piercing gaze. did not finch, as
recognized my only son, Polydore, the
murderer!
CHAPTER XIII.
The Man In Cell. 10.
When the clock struck the hour for
dinner, went down to the dining
room and found the doctor already
there. He seemed preoccupied. He
stood with his hands on the back OF
his chair, his brows knitted In thought,
his eyes fixed on the table, which
sparkled with silver and crystal under
the white light Of the little electric
lamps. He had donned his evening
clothes, and wore large white camelia
in his buttonhole.
II shall have to hurry through my
dinner" he said hastily. !" am going
to soiree."
It was naturally my intention to
make the most of the time the doctor
would be there, so as to find out In
some way how my son came to be IN
his lunatic asylum. BY a great effort
was able to control my emotions
AS the hor.d'oeuvres were placed on
the table I remarked carelessly:
$50 you consider the patient | have
Just seen an extraordinary case.
Eyes, quite exceptional"
He is not paying guest, pre-
sumo"
ooh! no, and now am very sorry
have taken him in"
ION account of some trouble you
might have had II it were known did
you not say?g What would happen?"
" You ask what might happen 40
not know who he Is, and according TO
the law ought to have sent him on
to the Saint Anne Asylum"
g But how did he happen to come to
you? / am rather interested IN him.
Pour me out little Baune, my friend. 7.
well, got to know him under cir
cumstances that puzzled me from the
first, and which puzzle me today even
more. have good reason to remember
the night when this man came knock
ing at my door, 1t was on the very day
that lost Lucie Well the same day
that placed the case with Lawyer
Marcadian."
l thought for moment My wife had
been killed on the 9Th Of September.
| had first met the millionaire In my
brother-in-law's office on the same day.
1t was the day after, on the seventh,
that the doctor placed the case with
Marcadian. So 1t was the day after the
crime that Polydore had sought out
the alienist. But why had he come to
DR.. Kingsley, and why had the doctor,
contrary to law, taken him in? That
was what l could not understand |
asked him how it was, and he gave
and plausible enough.
"That very evening I returned from
the lawyers in state of mind that
| you can easily imagine" said the doc
tor. ~ was feeling terribly upset
about Lucie's disappearance. When /
arrived home, l was informed that a
young man was waiting to see me in
the reception,room. went in and the
youth began to speak in a very Co
herent manner.
II know, Monsieur he began, that
you are DR.. Kingsley, the alienist, but
| l do not know who am. Neither do
/ know il am mad, but I am certain
that shall 60 mad IL you do not save
me. Save me, doctor! 1t is all about a
woman. do not, know the name of the
woman. All! yes, she Is called am
an idiot to try to think of her name,
for do not know it. love her to dis
traction. You will look after me; she
will pay-later There is one thing
want to tell you, doctor; 1t would be
more loyal. came here with the In
tention of killing you. 1t Is an AFFAIR
that we shall have to settle later
~ looked at the young man quickly.
He was dressed in new clothes, which
did not At him. His white hands were
not in keeping with the workman s
suit that he wore. There was certain
hesitation in his manner which could
not deceive an expert. l. Thought at
once he was simulator. My first
thought was to send him to the police,
and for them to send him to the Depot.
But 1t was late. l felt a. great pity for
the depressed being who was evi.
IDENTIFY suffering from some terrible
\ iIlcHLdl SIlOCk, dAu uCCluSu W ElVC
him bed for the night, with the firm
resolve to send him away early next
morning. had him searched by one
Of the attendants. There was no clue
found whatever that could enlighten
lis as to his inentity even approx.
mately. His suit and his underlinen
were quite new, and without the name
Of the tradesman who had sold them
to him; and that again confirmed my
lsuspicion that he was feigning."
"And the next day?' asked indif
ferently, as ! played with 1he stem OF
my wine glass.
1.-THE next day kept him." said the
doctor.
"Why?"
ooh! I am still looking for the rea.
son. had made diagnosis Of his
case. considered it was case Of I'M
deniable crotic folly. But that which
puzzled me most was the ahnesic,
which ceemed to me feigned and real
in turns And what interested me most
of all was that, having forgotten his
r1ly, Il 0f Il