The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1912-02-06

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''you sNooPER!" HE That's private
bA"iID' property. sir.
The alley you see belongs 10 our neigh.
bors No one passes through there but
myself and
He caught himself in time with
sullen grunt which may have been the
result OF fatigue or OF that latent in.
stinct OF loyalty which is often the
most difficult obstacle detective has
to encounter.
"And Mr.. Ranelagh, I suppose you
would say?" was Sweetwater's easy
finish.
No answer. The coachman simply
locked the door and put the key 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 It had been in its
usual place on the evening Of the muir
der. He had gone fur. enough, he
thought. Another step and he might
arouse this mans suspicion. IL not his
enmlty. 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 word with the for
| mer:
"What is the purpose of the little
door in the wall back of the stableY
lit connects these grounds with
those OF the Fultons. The Bultons live
en- Huested street."
"Are the two families intimate?"
Very. Mr.. Cumberland is sweet on
the young lady there"
"He uses that door, thenT Sweet
| water pursued.
probably"
did he use it that night?"
He didn't visit her"
Where did he go?"
! I'VE can't find out. He was first
seen on Garden street. coming home
fter night of debauch. He had
/ Crunk hard Asked where he got the
liquor, he maundered out something
about saloon. but none OF the places
which he usually frequents had seen
him that night. have tried them all
and some that weren't in his books.
| 1t was no good
THAT door Is supposed TO be locked
at night. Zadok says that's his duty.
Was 1t locked that nightf"
Cant say. Perhaps the coroner can.
You see. the inquiry ran In such a diff
ferent direction ut first that 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 moment and sighed softly.
Then he started toward the door. only
to stop again and cast another look
back. She was standing In one OF the
| doorways. anxiously watching him and
| twisting her fingers I'm and out In an
irresoIute way truly significant In one
OF her disposition. .sa
He felt his heart leap.
| Returning softly. he took up his
stand before her. looking her straight
I'm 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 nm injured man. Ask
what was said and done ut their last
dinner here. can't tell you. | didn't
listen. and didn't see what happened.
but IL was something out of the ordi-
nary. Three broken wineglasses lay on
the tablecloth when l went in TO clear
away. ! heard the CHATTER when they
fell and smashed. but ! said nothing.
I have said nothing since. but know
there was quarrel. and that Mr.. Rane-
lagb was not in It, for, his glass was
the only one which remained unbroken.
Am wrong in telling your wouldn't
if-if 1t were not for Mr.. Ranelagh.
He didn't do right by Miss Cumber-
land, but he doesn't deserve to be In
prison. and so would Miss Carmel tell
you II she knew what was going on
and could speak. She loved him and
I've said enough-l've said enough.
the agitated girl protested as he lean
ed eagerly toward her. ''r couldn't
tell the priest any more. Good night"
And she was gone.
He hesitated a moment, then pursued
his way to the side door and SO out
OF the house into the street Soon he
returned to his old habit OF muttering
TO himself.
"One thing win solve, and that Is
where this miserable fellow spent the