New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1911-08-30
CHAPTER XII.
G. CUTHBERT ROAD.

- WHITEWATER was soon ut the
bottom of the hill, where the
~ street taking a turn, plunged
him at once into 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 mem
orandum he had made while talking
to Hexford.
It was not his intention to revisit the
places so thoroughly overhaulcd 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
to drink alone, it being Sweetwater's
conviction that in such 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.
appearances the next day.
He asked the first passerby the way
to Hubbell's alley.
1t was mile of. "That settles II"
muttered Sweetwater. Besides, I
doubt If he would 60 into an alley.
The man has sunk low, but hardly so
low as that. What's the next address
I have? Cuthbert road. Where's
that?"
Espying 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.
SIS there nothing but markets there?
inquired Sweetwater quite innocent
". 1t was his present desire not
to be recognized as detective even
by the men on beat "I'm looking up
q friend. he keeps q 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
it before the trolley car you see up
there can strike this corner. But
first sew up your pockets. There's
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 of.
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This house repealed.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: row
of dark windows over it, and above 1t
all a sloping roo. 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
sta bles. now locked, but later to be
thrown open for the use Of the farm
ers who begin to gather here as ear
" as O'clock. Nothing wrong In
Its appearance. everything shipshape
and yet II shall find some strange
characters here" was the Sweetwater
with which our detective
opened the door and walked into the
house.
It was an unusual hour for guests.
md the woman whom he saw bending
over a sort Of desk in one corner OF
The room he strobe into looked up
hastily. almost suspiciously.
'Well. and what y your businessT
he asked.
II want a ROOM" he tipsily conlded
10 her. I'm which I Gun drink and
lfink TIL cannot see-whisky. Just