Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1912-12-14

as l rushed to meet him
Tell me-tell,' l begged
He tried to smile at my eagerness.
but the attempt was CHASTITY.
I've been listening and looking"
said he, and this is all l have learn
ed Miss Challoner died, not from
a stroke or from disease of any kind,
but from a wound reaching the heart.
No one saw the attack or even the
approach or departure of the person
inhicting this wound. If she was kill
ed by a pistol shot, it was at dis
lance, and almost over the heads of
the persons sitting at the table we saw
here. But the doctors shake their
heads at the word pistol-shot, though
they refuse to explain themselves or
to express any opinion till the wound
has been probed. This they are going
to do at once, and when that question
is decided, I may feel it my duty to
speak and may ask you support my
story
I'VE can never make them under
stand how he looked"
mo. l don't expect to-
"Or his manner as he fed"
Nor that either"
We can only describe what we saw
him do
That's all"
"Oh, what an adventure for quiet
people like US! George, l don't be-
lieve he shot her.
He must have"
But they would have seen-have
heard-the people around, mean"
so they say; but I have theory
but no matter about that now. I'm
going down again to see how things
have progressed. I'll be back for you
| later. Only be ready"
| In half hour or an hour-I never
knew which-George reappeared, only
70 tell me that no conclusions had as
/ ye- been reached; an element of great
mystery involved the whole affair, and
the most astute detectives on the
force had been sent for. Her father,
who had been her constant compan-
ion all winter, had no. the least sug-
gestion to offer in way of its solution.
To no living being, man or WON
an. could he point as possessing
any motive for such deed. She had
been the victim of some mistake, his
lovely and ever kindly disposed
daughter, and while the loss was ire
parable he would never make it unen
durable by thinking o -herwise.
Such was the fathers way of look
ing at the matter, and | own that il
made our duty trif1e hard But
Georges mind, when once made up
was persistent to the point of OBJ
stinacy, and while he was yet talk
ing he led me out of the room anC
down the hall to the elevator
Mr.. Slater knows we have some
thing to say, and will manage The
interview before us in the very bes
> manner" he confided to me now will
an encouraging air. I'VE are to g
|. to the blue reception room on the par
lor floor"
Mr.. Slater was there according Il
{ his promise, and after introducing us
briefly stated that we had some evi
=: dence to give regarding the terrible
4 occurrence which had just taken plac
in the house.
George bowed, and the chic
4 spokesman am sure he was a DC
liceman of some kind-asked him t
tell what it was.
: Then my husband spoke up, and re
l. lated out little experience. If it di
not create a sensation, it was be-
cause these men were we'll accustome
y to surprises of all kinds.
Washed his hands-a gentleman
out there in the snow-just afterNth
alarm was raised here?" repeated on,
S And you saw him come out of thi
house?" another put in.
i Yes, sir; We noticed him partic,
J. larry"
Can you describe him."
II 1t was Mr. Salter who put this que
II ton; he had less control over hin
self, and considerable eagernes
l. could be heard in his voice.
L He was a very fine-looking mar
e unusually tall and unusually stri
le ing both in his dress and appearance
'e What | could see of his face was bal
n of beard, and very expressive. h
n walked with the swing of an athlet
m and only looked mean and sma
Is when he was stopping and dabbling
y the snow"
E. His clothes. Describe his clothes
N There was an odd sound in Mr.. Slater
voice
Is He wore a silk hat and there vi
- fur on his overcoat. l think the f,
was black"
Mr.. Slater stepped back, then NOV.