Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1912-11-13

would win out. That's the secret,
old chap. OF my success. Of every
body's success. Don't tackle things
you can't do, then you never fail"
Davis refusal was a greater blow to
me than cared to admit. Louise and
in our final conference the night be-
fore had decided that there We're three
steps that would take US far into the
light @
First, I was to try at once to find
Hugh Crandall. I was to ask him to
explain the rupture with Katharine,
the attitude Of General Parrish toward
him. his knowledge of the yellow let
ter, and why he had called Katharine
on the telephone the afternoon before.
Second, falling to find Crandall, I
was to make some pretext for visiting
his rooms. His sudden departure and
his cautioning the janitor to admit no
one had suspicious look. While
neither Louise nor had discussed
what might be there to explain the
mystery. was thinking that in all
probability would find bundle of
letters from Katharine. some Of which
might furnish clue.
Third, was to ask Inspector Davis
to help me trace the yellow letter
had anticipated. little difficulty in
ascertaining CrandalIs whereabouts.
A broker OF standing does not vanish
overnight without informing his bust,
ness partners. Before coming to the
inspector I had telephoned to Gran!
dalps Office Great was my amazement
to learn from one Of his partners that
they were as much puzzled as over
his sudden going away. They had
merely received a 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 bust
ness affair that would take him away,
so they supposed that it was some
urgent personal matter.
While chatted for a moment with
Davis over our boyhood days I was
thinking what step 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 rose to
| go.
Don't go yet" he said. "lt's only a
man from police headquarters. His
errand will probably take only min
| ute" liza srs-,-.
AS 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 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 Difference the man from
headquarters approached him.
BEG your pardon for disturbing youk
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 FASTENED to
assure him that he could speak freely
before me. ,.F .g
"It's this" he explained, "the old
man wants to know about" .@
AS he spoke he drew something from
his inner pocket and laid 1t on the In:
spectors desk. AS my eyes followed
his hand gave sudden start. With
difficulty restrained an expression OF
amazement. The object about which
he had come to inquire was torn
yellow envelope. ~
(To BE CONTINUED.) ~