The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1912-08-15

sumaDIy eApeCueu ner 10 return last
night, for he waited over several
trains. This morning he was asking
the station agent If he had seen her"
The dry, matter-of-fact way in which
he recited the facts he had learned
added to the value Of his narrative
More and more l marveled at the
mans detective ability. I was over
whelmed with sense Of my own in
capacity. All day long the coroner,
the constable and l had been trying
to ferret out the mystery of the unfor-
tunate woman's identity with prac-
tically the same properties to draw
deductions from, the inspector in
very few minutes had not only learned
her identity, but many other impor-
tant facts about her. Nor did it &C.
cur to me to doubt the truth Of his
information. The assurance with
which he spoke was in itself suf-
ficient guarantee.
How on earth did you learn all
this SO quickly?" l asked in amaze
ment.
He smiled with that grim tantaliz-
ing smile Of his that l had seen be-
fore. His cigarette had burned itself
to a stub as he spoke. He turned it
carefully in his fingers, inspecting it
as if to see whether he could extract
another puff before throwing it away.
He finally decided that he could not,
and drew forth his cigarette papers
and tobacco, preparatory to rolling a
new one. Meanwhile I awaited his
answer in suspense.
60 on" l continued. Tell me
about it. I must know how you did
It."
THE principal part Of a magician's
art" he said as he lighted his new
cigarette, lies in what is called mis-
direction With a glance from his
eyes, with a sudden movement of his
hand he attracts your attention to
his right side. Meanwhile his left is
doing the trick. Now, misdirection, in
my business, has just the opposite ef-
feet. Amateurs, in investigating
crime, examine the evidence and see
clues pointing in some direction. They
follow those clues and find themselves
fioundering They have the right
clues, but they go In the wrong direc-
ton. You read the evidence Alright
as to Miss Sackett coming from
Bridgeport. but all your efforts to To-
cate her as Mary Jane Teller were
simply a waste of time. In the
clothes she left behind her was her
real name"
Look here" l said, you can't
string me In that fashion. I myself
examined those garments closely.
There was no name IN them and there
no marks by which she could be iden-
titled"
"Is that so?" There was deep sar-
casm IN his tone.
And not only that, even II over
looked any marks that might have
been there, the landlord, the coroner.
the constable and half dozen others
examined them closely. II there were
any marks, some one Of US surely
would have discovered them"
For answer he got up leisurely and
walked across to & chair where the
garments were still lying. He picked
up the skirt and held it by the lower
hem.
Look closely at It," he commanded
DO you see nothing there?"
scanned the dusty cloth intently
and shook my head. He picked up the
coat and offered it gravely for my in.
spection, even turning It inside out,
sleeves and all.
We'll, what of it?" l exclaimed i'm.
patiently. 81 cant see anything there
either"
Cant your" he asked over-pleasant.
ly. That's where l found the WON
ans name"
Again I took up both garments and
studied them, but l was positive that
there was no name Of any sort or any
thing to indicate a name. I felt that
he must be simply testing with me.
You can't fool me-" exclaimed 81
would wager you thousand dollars to
five hundred that coat and skirt do
not differ any in the slightest from