The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1912-02-07
BY ANNA
KATHARINE
GREEN
Copyright. 1910.
BY Anna kAthsrins RohIfs
CHAPTER Nj.
CO cUTHBERr ROAD.


- WEETWATER was soon at the
- bottom of the hill. where the
street taking a turn. plunged
him at once into n thickly pop
ulated district. As this was still the
residence quarter. be passed on until
he gained the heart OF the town and
the region OF the saloons. Here he
slackened pace aud consulted a mem
orandum he had made while talking
TO Hexford.
II was not his intention to revisit the
places so thoroughly overhauled by
the police. He carried another list,
that of certain small groceries and
quiet. unobtruslve hotels. where a
man could find private room in which
TO drink alone. it being Sweetwater's
conviction that in such place. and
I'm such place only, would be found
the tokens OF those solitary hours spent
by Arthur Cumberland between the
time of his sisters murder and his re-
appearance the next day.
He asked the first passerby the way
to Hubbell's alley.
II was mile off. THAT settles It,"
muttered Sweetwater Resides.
doubt IL he would 20 into an alley.
The man has sunk low. but hardly so
low as thar. What's the next address
have? Cuthbert road. Where's
that!'
Espying n policeman ewing him with
more or less curiosity from the other
side OF the street, he crossed over and
requested TO be directed to Cuthbert
road.
"Cuthbert road. That's where the
markets are. They're closed at this
time OF night" was the somewhat sus.
picious reply.
Evidently the location was not n
savory one.
as there nothing but markets there?"
inquired Sweetwater quite innocent.
ly. 1t was his present desire not
60 be recognized as u detective even
by the men on beat I'm looking up
"A friend. He keeps grocery or some
kind of small hotel. have his mum
Der. but | don't know how to get to
Cuthbert road"
Then turn straight about and go
down the first street. and you'll reach
1t before the trolley car you see up
there can strike this corner. But
frst sew up your pockets. There's
bad block between you and the mar
kets."
Sweetwater slapped his trousers and
laughed.
II wasn't born Yesterday" he cried
and. following the officers directions.
made straight for the road. Sixty.two
was not far Off
He hesitated when he reached it.
Some houses invite and some repel.
This house repealed. Yet there was
nothing shabby or mysterious about
It. There was the decent entrance.
lighted. but not too brilliantly: row
OF dark windows over II. and above it
all sloping roof In which another
sparkle of light drew his attention 10
an upper row of windows. this time
of the old dormer shape. An alley ran
down one side of the house to the
stables. now locked. but later 10 be
thrown open for the use OF the farm
ers who begin to gather here as ear
~ as 4 o'clock. Nothing wrong in
its appearance. everything shipshape |
and yet II shall find some strange |
characters here" was the Sweetwater |
comment with which our detective |
opened the door aud walked into the
house.
II was an unusual hour for guests, |
and the woman whom he saw bending |
over n sort of desk in one corner OF |
the room he strobe into looked up |
hastily. almost suspiciously.
"Well. and what Is your busInessT
she asked.
II want room.' he tipsily confded |
10 her. "in which ! can drink and |
drink till cannot see-whisky. just