The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1911-08-09
By ANNA
KAT HARINE
GREEN
Copyright 1910.
By Anna Katharine RohIfs
CHAPTER XI.
CO cUTHBERT ROAD.

bottom of the hill, where the
~ street taking a turn. plunged
him at once into a thickly pop
ulstcd district. AS this was still the
residence quarter. he passed on until
be gained the heart Of the town and
the region of the saloons. Here he
slackened pace and consulted a mem.
orandum be had made while talking
to Hexford.
IL was not his intention to revisit the
places so thoroughly overhauled by
the police. He carried another list.
that Of certain small groceries and
quiet. unobtrusive hotels. where a
man could find private room in which
20 drink alone. 1t being Sweetwater's
conviction that in such a place, and
In such 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 HubbelIs alley.
II was a mile off. THAT settles it."
doubt If he would 20 into an alley.
The man has sunk low. but hardly so
low as that. What's the next address
have? Cuthbert road Where's
that?"
Espying a policeman eying him with
more or less curiosity from the other
side of the street, he crossed over 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
savory one
us there nothing but markets there?"
inquired Sweetwater quite innocent
iy. Ii was his present desire not
&c 5e recognized as a detective even
by the men on beat I'm looking up
a friend He keeps a grocery or some
kind of small hotel. | have his num-
Der, but ! don't know how to get to
Cuthbert road"
"Then turn straight about and 60
down the first street, and you'll reach /
1t before the trolley car you see up 7
there can strike this corner But 1
first sew up your pockets. There's a /
bad block between you and the mar
kets."
sweetwater slapped his trousers and
laughed.
II wasn't born Yesterday" he cried
and. following the officers directions.
made straight for the road. SiXty-twO
was not Ear off.
BE heSitated when he reached il.
Scrie houses invite and some repel.
This house repealed. Yet there was
nothing shabby or mysterious about
L. There was The decent entrance.
lighted. but not too brilliantly: a row
of dark windows over il, and above il
III a slUping roof I'm which another
spara,a NJ light drew his attention TO
In upper row of windows. this time
" the old dormrr shape. An alley ran
ivwG cue side Of the house TO the
va bles. now locked. but later to be
brown onen for the use Of the farm
rs who begin 10 gather here as ear
y as o'clock. Nothing wrong in
Is appearance. everything shipshape
md yet 81 shall find some strange
haracters here" was the Sweetwater
with which our detective
pened the door and walked into the
Icvse.
II WAS IN unusual hour for guests.
ad IT." woman whom be saw bending
vrr a GorI Of desk in one corner OF
he room he strobe into looked up | ,
ps'ily, almost suspir.3uSlv
well. aBd what Is your bISinessF' ,
be asked
~ want n room" he tipsily confded I
D her. Tin which | can drink ana ,
rink ill I cannot whisky. Just
whisky. Give me room. I'll be
uiet."
IN give you nothing" Sue was
OF and angry and full of distrust. {
This house is not for such as you. I
is a farmers lodging honest men.
'ho'd stare aud go mad 10 see fei. !
;r Ike you about. Go along. ! tell !
GU. or I'll call Jim. He'll know what
} do with you" I
Then he'll know more'n I do my !
Eff" mumbled the detective. with a 1
rushed and discouraged air. Money I
I'd not place TO spend it in, Why /
ant | go in there?" he peevishly in I
lired with a tremulous gesture to- .
ard a half open door through which !
glimpse could be got OF a neat little I
luggery. "Nobody'll see me. Give [
e glass and leave me till rap for I
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