The Huttig news., 1912-09-14


l know the manager well. 1t is their
busy season just now, and | took a
chance on finding him In his office.
described the goods in the suit, gave
him the size and the sort of altera-
tions that had been made on 1t and
asked him to have his card index
locked up. | told him in all prob
ability the woman | wanted to know
about came from Bridgeport, Conn,
or near there. II happened that only
three Of the eight suits they had made
from this piece of goods--at least the
only ones entered on the alteration
cards--had gone to Connecticut OF
the three, two were thirty-six coats,
70 they could he eliminated at once.
The third one had had the sleeves
heightened and also the skirt The
sizes correspondent. SO there was very
little doubt that II had been this wom-
on who had bought 1t. Miss Sarah
Sackett, the woman who committed
suicide here"
ePut even so" protested, still mar
yelling at his revelations, "how did
you get the rest of your information
about her so qutckly?'
THE address she had given was IN
care of the express agent at Bridge
port. Such an address in large city
would mean nothing. but in a place
the size of Bridgeport the inference
was plain that The agent was probably
an acquaintance. If she lived in
Bridgeport, she would have given
street and number. concluded at
once that she lived in the suburbs
uear Bridgeport. l called up the ex
press agent, and he gave me the rest
of my facts"
did he tell you why she committed
suicide!"
He doesn't dream that she has,"
the inspector replied. Il put my ques-
tons in a guarded way and he hap
pened to be a garrulous fellow, who
readily followed my leads. All
asked him was where a letter would
reach Miss Sarah Hackett, saying |
had forgotten which rural free deliv-
cry route II was that she lived on. He
told me that she and her brother were
still living on the old Sackett place.
Route No. 1. | explained that I want
ed to make sure of an important let
ter reaching her Mt opee. He told me
she was away. explaining that he had
seen her come down to the station
with her brother. and suggested that
il might be good idea to send the
letter in her brothers care, and told
me the address of the bank where
her brother could be reached. So you
see it is all quite simple when you
know how
Il don't see. though" I objected,
how anything that you have learned
In any way connects this woman with
The Parrish mystery"
81 told YOU there would be other
suicides. didn't 2"
'slt Iooks TO me like mere coinci-
dence'
.'How about the yellow letter she
was reading?"
+ | started. For . m mont I had for
gotten the strange, tinted link that
seemed to bind the Parrish tragedy.
the Elser ease and the Sarah Sackett
suicide together in the terrible chain
ct mystery.
We've got TO find Hugh Crandall.'
| exclaimed. Il viii not be content
until we 90. There is no doubt In
my mind that he is the author of those
letters. We've got 10 find him. Davis,
and make him explain. ! promised
the girl | love | would not rest until
had cleared away the mystery. until
had lifted the cloud that is hang
ing over her father and her sister
Nothing, nothing shall stand In the
way! Think what IT means to me! The
one | love. the one who is dearer to mo
than anything else in the world, is
living in constant dread of an un
! known terror. feel hat CrandaIl is
responsible, | am positive that he is
guilty. Help ne find him. Davis, We
must find him
AS | spoke Davis sat regarding me
With unmoved countenance. He puffef
'eisurely at his riga rette two or three
times, and then. with cutting asper
t.y, without the slightest indication
of sympathy for my anxiety, sale
slowly:
Harding, | told you that one of the
reasons for my. success was that /
never undertake anything that [ csr
not accomplish. ! came out here r.
ind the man who has been using The
nails illegally to terrorize people t.
such an extent that they are drive'
to suicide. ] am confident that We
will quickly locate him and mis- &c
complete in crime. Rest assured thai
YOU can safely leave the plan of &C
lion to me-"
"But--but," | stammercd, what Il
YOUR plan of action? What are 20,
going to do now"
I'm going to bed" he replied. vawr
ing a S he rose from his chair There
nothing more that can be done tc
night"
Impatient as | was, and anxious
though | was to alleviate Louise,
fears at the earliest moment possible
| could not but feel that he was right
There was nothing that could be don,
/ i'll.