The Springdale news., 1912-08-30

Third, l was to ask Inspector Davis 10 help me trace the yellow letter
 had anticipated little difficulty in ascertaining Crandall's whereabouts. A broker of standing does not vanish overnight without informing his busi- ness partners. Before coming to the inspector I had telephoned to Gran dalfs office. Great was my amazement to learn from one of his partners that they were as much puzzled as l over his sudden going away. They had merely received telegram saying that he had been called out of town unexpectedly and did not know when he would return. The telegram had been sent from an office near his rooms the night before. There was no busi- ness affair that would take him away, SO they supposed that 1t was some urgent personal matter.
 While chatted for moment with Davis over our boyhood days I was thinking what step I should take next. The problems of learning Crandall's whereabouts and gaining access to his rooms did not seem so simple as they had the night before. A clerk entered with card for Davis, and 1 rose to go.
 Don't go yet" he said "It's only man from police headquarters. His errand will probably take only min- ute"
 As l resumed my seat Detective Dowd was ushered into the room. He was the typical police sleuth. thick of head and foot. ready to suspect the suspicious and to see the obvious. In appearance. in speech. In manner of thought, he and the inspector were al most exact opposites. One was a griz- zled. bleareyed man of fifty whom even the clumsiest criminal could not have mistaken for anything but what he was; the other, young looking for even his thirty years. might have been readily mistaken for college tutor or an alert reporter. It amused me to see with what deferenee the man from Headquarters approached him.
 Beg your pardon for disturbing you. Inspector he said, nervously twist ing his hat. but I've got little mat ter here the chief wanted me to put up to you"
 He turned toward me with sus- picious glance. but Davis hastened to assure him that he could speak freely before me
 It's this." he explained, the old man wants to know about"
 As he spoke he drew something from his inner pocket and laid It on the in- spector's desk. As my eyes followed his hand gave a sudden start. With difficulty I restrained an expression of amazement. The object about which he had come to inquire was torn yellow envelope.
 glanced quickly at Davis.s fully expected to see In his face something Of the same astonishment 1 had felt. was disappointed With casual glance at the envelope he turned to Dowd as if waiting for him to go on.
 Its evidence in the Elser case," the detective wenten turned In by the man on post who reported the suicide. He was that old party that was found dead in his room up on West Twenty third street. To my mind. it's just a plain case of suicide-an old man tired of living The poison bottle was there on the floor beside him. 1 don't see nothing suspicious about 1t. but the chief has taken notion that there's something behind 1t and wants to know where this letter came from. We searched the room, but this torn en- velope was all We could find The postmark's torn through. but he thought maybe you could trace 1t any how"
 'Ill see what I can do and I'll let you know In the morning." said the inspector calmly. dismissing the de- tective with a nod From his matter offace tone and apparent lack of in- terest 1 would not have been surprised if he had refused this undertaking. too. as he had mine, though 1t seemed to me that the two bits of yellow pa