The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-07-31

where had found FIeming's body and where expected to find another. On the landing at the top of the stairs came face to face with David son, the detective, and behind him Judge McFeely. Davidson was trying to open the door of the room where Fleming had been shot with skeleton key. But it was bolted inside. When had got the door open and had not felt Schwartz's heavy hand at my throat I drew long breath of relief. Burton found the electric light switch and turned it on. And then-I could | hardly believe my senses. The room was empty. But I picked up small nickel plated revolver from the floor! Burton, after all, was the quickest witted of the lot. He threw open one of the two doors in the room, revealing a shallow closet with papered walls and row of hooks. The other door stuck tight. One of the men pointed to the floor. A bit of black cloth had wedged it from the other side. Our combined effoT@s got 1t open at last, and we crowded in the doorway, look ing down flight of stairs. Hudd1ed just below us, her head at our feet, was the body of the missing woman.
 "My God" Burton said hoarsely, ''who is it?,
 We got her into the room and on the couch before I knew her. Her fair hair had fallen loose oyer her face, and one long, thin hand clutched still at the bosom of her gown. It was Hl- len Butler.
 s'She's got about an hour, should say" said one of the newspaper men. sSee if Gray is around, will you, Jim? He's mostly here Saturday night" Whatever Surprise Gray may have felt at seeing woman there, and dy- ing. he made no comment. He said she might live six hours, but the end was certain. We got hospital ambulance, and with the clang of its bell as 1t turned the corner and hurried away the White Cat drops out of this story, so far as action is concerned.
 Three detectives and as many report CTS hunted Schwartz all of that night and the next day to get his story. But he remained in hiding. Even fin her agony Ellen Buffers hate had carried her through the doorway after him, to collapse on the stairs. took car and rode to the hospital A night watch man in felt shoes admitted me and took me upstairs.
 rfxyov. rx1oc, f7ssc %YN %Ra<a Sva. 5ured woman's chin, where it was fold ed neatly back. Her face was blood less, and her fair hair had been gath cred up in a shaggy knot. She was breathing slowly, but regularly, and her expression was relaxed-more rest ful than had ever seen it. As stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at her knew that as surely as death was coming it would be welcome
 Edith and Fred were there. As he sat there beside the bed I knew by his face that he was repeating and repent ing every unkind word he had said about Ellen Butler. Once she asked for water without opening her eyes, and Fred slipped bit of ice between her white lips. Later in the night she looked up for an instant at me. "He struck my handes' she said, with l difficulty.
 By morning she was srallying little; l from the shock. got Fred to take Edith home, and took her place by 1 the bed
 I hoped to get some sort of state ment before the injured woman was taken to the operating room, but she l lay in stupor, and had to give up the idea. It was two days before got her deposition, and in that time I had learned many things. On Monday I took Margery to Bell wood. She had received the news about Mrs. Butler more calmly than I had expected.
 T do not think she was quite sane, poor woman,n she said, wfthssa shud- der. She had had great deal of trouble But how strange-a murder
 and an attempt at murder-at that lit
 tie club in a week!''
 She did not connect the two, and I
 let the thing rest at that. Once Son
 the train, she asked, Don't you think I that she had a sort of homieidal ma-
 nia and that she tried to kill me with I chlorofOrm?''
 'I hardly think so.'' I returned eva
 sively. T am inclined to think some
 one actually got in over the porch
 roofs
 Tt is very comforting to have a
 Gliend one can rely on," she said, and
 the little bit of kindness went to my
 head. If she had not got cinder in
 her eye at that psychological moment
 I'm afraid I would figuratiEely have
 trampled Wardrop underfoot right 1 there.,'
 We found Hiss Letitia in the lower.
 hall and Heppie on her knees with a, hatchet. Between them sat packing box
 Here, give it to me-" Miss Letitia