The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1912-08-30
The Window
at the
White Cat
By MARY ROBERTS
RINEHART
Copyright. 1910. by Bobbs.Mef
Copyrie ht. 1910. by Bobbs.Mef.
fill Co.

1--WE thought it all out" he said
painfully. "My mother had spells of
emotional insanity. Perhaps went
there. without knowing it, and killed
him. l can see him, in the night,
when daren't sleep, topping over on
to that table, with bullet wound in
his head, and 1 am in the room, and l
have his revolver in my pocket!'
"You give me your word you have
no conscious recollection Of hearing a
shot fred"
my word before heaven" he said
fervently. But l tell you. Knox, he
had no weapon. No one came out of
that room as l went in and yet he was
only swaying forward, as if had shot
him one moment and caught him as he
fell the next. l was dazed. don't
remember yet what told the police"
"Wardrop.'' asked, trying to fix his
wavering eyes with mine, do you own
80 caliber revolver"
Eyes"
was startled beyond any necessity,
under the circumstances. Many peo-
pie have 32's.
'That is. 1 had" he corrected him
self. "It was in the leather bag that
was stolen at Bellwood."
II can relieve your mind Of one
thing" I said. IF your revolver was
stolen with the leather bag you had
nothing to do with the murder. Tiem-
ing was shot with 49," He looked
first incredulous, then relieved.
Nov, then" pursued, suppose
Mr.. Fleming had an enemy, relent-
less one who would stoop to anything
to compass his ruin. In his position he
would be likely to have enemies. This
person. let US say. knows what you
carry in your grip and steals it. taking
away the funds that would have help
ed to keep the lid on Fleming's mis-
management for a time. In the grip
is your revolver. Would you know it
again"
He nodded affirmatively.
This person-this enemy finds the
revolver, pockets it and at the first
opportunity, having ruined Fleming.
proceeds humanely to put him out of
his suffering. Is it farfetched?"
There were a dozen-a hundred
people who would have been glad to
ruin him." His gaze wavered again
suddenly. 1t was evident that l had
renewed an old train Of thought.
For instanceY l suggested, but he
was on guard again.
You forget one thing. Knox," he
said after moment There was no.
body else who could have shot him.
The room was empty"
Nonsense" l replied. Don't for
get the warehouse"
1.-The warehouse"
There is no doubt in my mind that
he was shot from there He was fac
ing the open window. sitting directly
under the light, writing. A shot fred
through Il broken pane of one Of the
warehouse windows would meet every
requirement Of the case-the empty
room. the absence of powder marks.
even the fact that no shot was heard.
There was report. of course, but the
noise in the clubhouse and the thun-
derstorm outside covered it."
by GEORGE" he exclaimed 1.-The
warehouse. of course. never thought
of it, He was relieved. for some rea-
son.
Its a question now Of how many
people knew he was at the club and
which of them hated him enough to
kill him."
"Clarkson knew it," Wardrop said.
"but he didn't do it,
why"
Because it was he who came to the
door Of the room while the detective
and you and ! were inside and called
Fleming"