Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-10-13

wants at O4tfl-St. ana IN the AQ1rOnQaCkS, DN
the family lawyer, and by his bankers. 1t is
no child's play to start breaking down q
body of evidence like that And what have
we on the other side? A theory, a bit OF
melodrama, we'll fitted for the stage, but sell
dom heard of in real life. We must go slow
my son, or the District Attorney will laugh
at us. and refuse to adopt the notion"
"Ah, Leander, your namesake would never
have swum the Hellespont if he had not pos
sessed stout heart" smirked his colleague
Don't forget that he was drowned final
1y, growled Steingall, who had been goaded
by constant allusion into learning the true
story of the hapless priestess of Aphrodite
and her lover; though, in prosaic fact, he
had been christened "Leander" because his
mothers brother was skipper of Norfolk
schooner bearing that name.
"Not for daring to swim, but because a silly
woman forgot to light lamp, said Clancy
"There are two silly women in this case
"They will nullfy each other. Anyhow,
james, call you James to spare your feel
ings,-you seem to forget that the first i'm
preston left on every person who has seen
or spoken to this latest edition of the Itch
borne claimant is one of change. How he
has changed! is the chorus. They all say
it; yet, SO Grass is human nature, the mo-
ment he says himself he is not the same man.
in nature, they begin to disbelieve him. His
only real difficulty was in the matter of hand
writing; so he coolly maintains the fiction
of permanently injured wrist, whereas his
right arm is perfectly sound. l noticed the
deception within minute after / saw him at
New Haven. He was so taken aback by the
appearance of bureau man that he forgot
the pretenSe of the damaged wrist till |
asked him if he had ever lived in the Tropics.
That startled him. That stuck pin deep
into his thick skin, and within minute he
was handing me a cigar-box with his left
hand He caught me grinning too. and
asked what was amusing me: SO had to tell
him about my way of enjoying cigar.
Steingall snorted. Even you, the essence
of New York officialdom, had glimmering
notion of the truth when you travelled with
him from Narragansett Pier" went on
Clancy bitingly. "For an instant you saw
light; but the spark of genius was promptly
doused by bucketful of the balderdash you
call commonsense.
"I11 not stay here to be insulted by whip
persnapper like you!" said Steingall, rising
and locking his desk. run away, little boy
I'm busy. While you are jaunting to Palm
Beach and mixing with the aristocracy l
have to keep this great city fairly free of
anarchists, because we are entertaining
real live Prince incognito this week, and the
federal Government has a MT OF the Jumps.
"At the Plaza inquired Clancy
mo. His Serene Highness is the guest of
an ex-Ambassador. Now, one last word: 60
easy with Mrs. Waverton. She must feel
hurt after her trip to her old home
@Oh, by the way, was nearly forgetting
Give me Waverton's letter
"Why?"
"She must be convinced he was living
when he said he meant to marry Mrs. Della
mar
"Dash it all. It's playing the game rather
low down."
"What? To convince loving and for
giving wife that her husband isn't so bad as
he paints HIMSELF"
Steingal1 produced the letter, rather TN
willingly. 1t was not marked @Private,' and
he was entitled to use all lawful means to
elucidate a crime; but he was scrupulously
fair man, even in dealing with notorious
criminals, and he was sure that Claude Wa
verton had never intended his candid COM
munication to be seen by the woman in
whose interests it was written. Still, the work
of the bureau came first, and he must not
be deaf to the voice of a man crying from
the grave that he had been foully murdered.
To be continued next Sunday