The Washington times., 1912-05-07
CHAPTER III (continued).

a ~ tne SHaDDy one Trying 10 ex-
plain something to a little boy
VINO wasn't paying any attention. The
sreed with which Mr.. Bellafr got that
young fellow out into the open air
wpuld have made you smile. -
de took him away in a cab, and that
was the last / saw of Mr.. Marcus Bel
lPr or Mr.. Arthur Tremlett for about a
Of tbsm fot aon mt Enew Which Of the
It was Saturday night. The pair of
them was tripping 1t gay and lightly
down the Rialto from Times square.
q colored supplement. The fellow 1 had
last seen taken out of the snakehouse
had on an open-faced suit with lithia
studs. He hadn't shaved off the lady
like beard. but he'd had 1t trimmed up
smart. He looked the marked-up goods,
AS they hadn't taken a cab guessed
Things being dull, / took a turn after
them. They went into the Court Hotel.
! walked In, too, thinking 1t would be
polite, sociable, and brotherly to pass a
2. nice fellow, who used to be on the
fSEce before he dropped into soft
Connolly was standing near the desk.
aud as l went up to him ! noticed that
there was lady and gentleman talking
to the clerk and blocking the way or
my late shabby friend, Mr.. Arthur
| tIT0mlett, VINO mOBL ukely wanted his
nail. A minute later. as / was talking
t%osGor % molly. heard somebody say;
Both Connolly and me looked quick,
and there was Mr.. Shabby-in-EVening-
Dress and the gentleman who had been
blocking the way staring at one an
The two of them seemed the sur
tion, Mr.. Beiiair's friend being the
worst Oft of the two. The other gentle
man seemed more scared than sur
In the meantime Mr.. Marcus Bellair
was standing by with smile on his
face that would have tickled stone,
while the lady was looking from her
husband to Bellairs friend as II she
The stranger who had been standing
hy the desk was the first to speak.
sI-I don't know you, do Il says
he. as If he thought he was talking to
sTt-it seems not" said the other as
10 he wasn't quite sure about 1t himself.
Then. with long. scary, look, at the
lfhe other man turned as white as a
sheet. blinked his eyes. stared at his
wife and suddenly burst out with:
WHO Is that man?''
II don't KNOW" / heard. the woman
say. She was a young woman, just
married, could see. He reminds me
Neither Connolly nor I caught the
name, but The husband flew OF in a
1ssoh! 9 rot. Vim I ever hear the last
VA couple of seconds later a bellboy
! showed them off to the elevator. AS
they went Connolly winked at me and
III he had wanted bad to know who
the other man was he could have looked
at the register. I wonder who that
wouldn't be surprised Sfs al anything V When
that fellow jBeliair is around. He's got
mystery skinned from here to Nc
register, Jack
Connolly went up to the desk and
whisked the book around. He came
The corridor a bit before he says:
THE young fellow is down as the
Hon. Arthur Tremlett, England and
e other .bn. guy sy,n;, Is Robert Ford and wife,
"An Yiddish to me-" I said. but I
Told Connolly about the young fellow
and and suggested that he keep an eye on
Two days after that, Connolly has
sance told me. the young fellow beat it
Tor England. Nothing was missing
from the hotel and there were no COM
far as was concerned. except that not
long ago / saw his name in the papers
as having fallen heir to a title-Lord
Something. However. 1t might not have
tfen the same fellow.
sThat's all I know about Mr.. Marcus
Pellair that nobody else knows. except.
lpaybe. for something I got from De-
tective Busart of the Twenty-second
prectnct. He says there was a German
died sudden in Bellairs house one Sun
day might, just about that time. Mr.
Bellair said the fellow was a musician
come to play for him. Coroner Nc
, d=T 0A VI aFs4 fs,il
that's off. i expect maybe. there was
more to It, but in my business II YOU
don't sit up and take notice nobodys
going to wake you. So ''
But of this I'm certain: The fellow
saw about to do the Dutch act off the
string piece was Identical with the
Iyoung fellow who did The one-act melo-
drama at the Court Hotel desk.
And I'm dead sure the fellow with the
Eoman was the same person who was
wrought to headquarters t:To ar three
days later a hopeless lun&tlc, charged
With the murder OF this same Mr.. Mar
Gus Beilair.