The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1912-06-29

OulNeEI ne bal8 IN et&kA tu49 tA
command. Go up stairs and verify
this story. Lieutenant King win TO
main where he is until your return"
As young Dunn hastily left the room
I turned to meet the deep set eyes Of
his father.
"why didn't You 80 out that win
dow alsoY' he asked bluntly. "You
could probably have escaped"
"Yes." l answered. 'and you would
have believed forever that I was the
murderer"
THAT wouldn't have hurt you any;
the killing of one of the enemy by q
scout In time Of war Il not considered
murder. Your army would have pro-
tected you"
IT am not that kind Of man. Judge
Dunn"
II don't know what sort you may
be- he returned slowly. but In this
case It seems TO me ron = either .
fool or q wise knave. and there Is not
q very wide difference between the
two. You evidently expect this volun-
tary surrender VIII clear you Of all
suspicion"
mo: IT simply means ! intend to re
main and face the suspicion The
man upstairs was killed By q knife
thrust: | possess no knife. The o
who killed him dropped from tho win
dow. leaving his bloody finger marks
on the sill. The morning viii re-
veal his imprint on the ground be-
meath. My act IL neither that Of q fool
nor that Of a knave; 1 prefer being u
prisoner rather than to have this foul
crime charged against me"
We must have. waited Tiers Tor ten
minutes. no one speaking. the Judge
gazing full at me. al II l were q pris-
one before his court. the biz frame Of
Donald completely blocking the door
way. Miss Dunn was crying softly.
and I thought Jean was beside her.
bur l did not venture to glance toward
them. Suddenly Calvert Dunn came
down the nall. holding in his hand .
lighted lantern.
Lieutenant Navarro il lying dead In
Jeans ROOM" he said shortly. evident
ly striving TO speak calmly. yet with
tiCAlBtAb6 fOfNGs lag was otuD0cu ~
the throat with a knife and apparent
~ given little opportunity for defense.
as there are no evidences of struggle.
There is a Light still burning in his
W room. further down the ball. and
! believe Navarro was in there. seek
ing his revolver. when he heard soms
noise In the front OF the house. caus-
tnn him ~ fp unufs1otn IT.. hfl1n.. -.
sassin must have sprung upon him in
the dark"
You found other evidenceY'
Comparatively little. There are
marks of blood on the sill of the open
window. not finger marks. merely
spiashes. The roadway is below. aud
a man dropping from that height
would leave no impress on the packed
ashes. ! found this knife In the
bushes. where it could easily haD
been thrown from the window"
The full meaning of all this burst
upon my mind In horror. Instead Of
clearing me OF suspicion. everything
tended rather to bind cioser the chains
OF guilt.
iIo yOu ulcd4
81 mean this. Mr.. Lieutenant King
of the Federal army" and his black
eyes blazed into mine with angry in
science. that you. and you only. are
the murderer of Lucius Navarro" :
! saw the fash Of a revolver in his
hand; l felt the iron grip of Big Donald
on me. l struck out recklessly at Cal
vert Dunn. maddened by those black.
threatening eyes. ! felt the thud OF
my blow. heard the discharge Of his
revolver as he went down. and sfrug-
gled desperately to break loose from
the grip of the giant who held rue. it
was all the work OF a Wild moment.
The next l lay unconscious on the door.
l came to myself confused by my
surroundings. but with mind compara-
lively clear. l was lying on some
blankets In one corner of the cellar.
Through a small barred window a bit
of daylight streamed In. enabling me
20 perceive something Of the desolats
interior. My head throbbed from the
blow that had felled me. and was
bound about with q linen napkin.
Drops Of perspiration beaded my fore
head as | thought Of those accusing
facts pointing so directly toward me.
! was held a murderer; the word
seemed to burn into my brain as
though formed Of fire: wen Jean Dem
slow could believe In me no longer
not with all that crushing evidence
dragging me down to infamy. Her
name fingered on my lips IN dread as
l bowed my head In my hands; then
some way 1t came back as an inspira-
ton.
l sat staring into the darkest cornee
Of the cellar, yet seeing nothing ex-
cept the vision OF thai Young girl
her slender figure. her bright. earnest
face. her light fluffy hair. her gray
blue eyes shining beneath the long
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