Perth Amboy evening news., 1911-05-29

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The alley you see belongs to our neigh.
bors. No one passes through there but
myself and
He caught himself In time with q
sullen grunt which may have been the
result of fatigue or Of that latent in.
sdnct Of loyalty which is often the
most difficult obstacle a detective has
to encounter.
"And Mr.. Ranelagh, / suppose you
would say?" was Sweetwater's easy
finish. +
No answer. The coachman simply
locked the door and put<the aey 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 its
usual place on the evening of the muir
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.
1t was after 10 when Sweetwater
re-entered the house to say good night
to Hexford. He found him on watch
in the upper hall, and the man, Clarke,
below. He had a word with the for
mer:
what is the purpose of the little
door in the wall back Of the stable?'
at connects these grounds with
those of the Fultons. The Fultons live
on Huested street"
care the two families intimateT"
every. Mr.. Cumberland Is sweet on
the young lady there"
"He uses that door, them" Sweet
water pursued.
Probably"
did he use 1t that nightT'
"He didn't visit her"
where did he gof"
"We can't find out. He was first
seen on Garden street, coming home
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drunk hard. Asked where he got the
liquor, he maundered out something
about a saloon, but none Of the places
which he usually f%requents had seen
him that night. I have tried them all
and some that weren't In his books.
1t vas no good"
THAT door Is supposed to be locked
at night. zadok says that's his duty.
Was 1t locked that nightT'
Cant say. Perhaps the coroner car.
You see, the inquiry ran in such a diff
ferent direction at first that a small
matter like that may have been over
looked"
Sweetwater subdued the natural re-
tort and, reverting to the subject of
the saloons, got some specific informa-
ton 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, Mr.. 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 n Of the
dooryays, anxlously watching him and
twisting her fingers in and out In an
irresolute 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
In the eye,
Good night" he repeated, with an
odd emphasis.
Good night" she answered, with
equal force and meaning.
But the next moment she was speak
ing rapidly, earnestly.
II can't sleep" she said. II never
can when I'm not certain Of my duty.
Mr., Ranelagh is an injured man. Ask
what was said and done at their las: