The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1912-07-27

Davis was paying little attention 10
my conversation. | doubted II he
was even aware that ! had spoken.
With a small pocket tape measure he
was taking the various dimensions or
the coat and skirt. He turned up the
hem OF the latter and inspected II as
carefully as II he expected TO IND
name written there. He did the same
thing first with one sleeve and then
with the other
rYou say that she registered as
Teller and that her handkerchief
were marked with an So he sudden
iy asked me. showing that he had
heard all said.
Both the landlord and ! answered
him affirmatively.
Where Is the telephone?" he asked,
II want to call long distance"
There was a note OF excitement
in his voice that indicated to me that
he believed himself on the verge OF
some discovery, though what IL was
could not imagine. II there were any
clues that had been revealed In those
rusty garments his methods were too
much for me.
He dashed away TO the telephone.
the landlord following. ate my sup
per alone and waited. Just as ! was
finishing he came back into the
room, and. seating himself. began 10
eat, apparently Indifferent TO the fact
that everything had grown cold In
the half.hour he was absent
WELL" | said inquiringly, did you
learn anything"
He nodded and calmly finished
drinking his cold coffee, seemingly
with a relish
Expectantly / sat there, waiting for
him TO 20 on. lie seemed not to no
tice my impotence, though II must
have been apparent. and waited until
he had pushed back his chair and
lighted cigarette. He always rolled
his own, and never before had | real
lied what an irritating operation roll
ing cigarette can be made. IL
seemed to me that he was taking en-
tirely unnecessary pains TO have the
ends twisted just so. Finally / could
brook no further delay, and burst out
With We'll, what have you discov-
cred, Mr. Inspector"
| supposed that he might have OBJ
tanned clue to where the woman's
| garments had been manufactured,
some tiny thread by which he hoped
10 run her identity 90 earth. Little
was | prepared for the startling dis
coveries he volleyed at me, 80 tersely.
so concretely put that | could not
doubt the accuracy OF his information.
The woman was Sarah Sackett,
spinster She lived on a little farm
Just outside Bridgeport with her broth
ar Robert, who Is somewhat Older than
she They inherited the farm from
their parents and have lived there all
their lives. The brother Is employed
as cashier in little country bank
about ten miles away. Every morning
he drives into Bridgeport and takes
the train. When his sister left, two
days ago, he came with her to the
station He evidently is not aware
OF her death, though he seems great
~ worried over her absence. He pre-
sumably expected her TO return last
night for he waited over several
trains. This morning he was asking
the station agent II he had seen her"
The dry. matter-of-fact way In which
he recited the facts he had learned
added 70 the value OF his narrative.
More and more | maryeled az tho
mans detective ability. ! was over
whelmed with sense OF my own in
capacity All day long the coroner.
the constable and | had been trying
70 ferret out the mystery of the unfor-
tunate woman's identity with prac-
tically the same properties 10 draw
deductions from, the inspector In a
very few minutes had not only learned
her Identity, but many other impor-
tant facts about her Nor did IL oc-
cur to me to doubt the truth OF his
! information The assurance with
which he spoke was In itself suf-
J ficient guarantee.
How on earth did you learn all
this so quickly" ] asked in amaze
mcnt
lie smiled with that grim tantaliz-
Ing smile OF his that ! had seen be
fore Ills cigarette had burned itself
TO a stub rs he spoke He turned Il
carefully In his fingers, inspecting II
as II 10 see wheth0r he could extract
another pun before throwing Il away.
He finally decided that he could not.
and drew forth HIS cigarette papers
and tobacco. preparatory TO rolling a
new one Meanwhile | awaited his
answer In suspense.
GO on" continued. Tell me
about Il. must know how you did
IT,"
The principal part OF a magician's
art" he said as he lighted his new
cigarette. lies I'm what is called mis-
direction With a glance from his
eyes, with sudden movement OF his
hand he attracts your attention TO
his RIGHT side. Meanwhile his left is