Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1913-11-13

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he quietly asked ga lady in a dark
green suit with yellowish furs and
blue veil over her hat?"
That's the ticket"
"The clothes worn by the woman
who went out of the basement door,
Mr. Ransom"
The latter turned sharply aside. The
shame of the thing was becoming in
tolerable.
"And this woman wearing those vel
low furs and the blue veil visited the
man of the broken jaw" inquired
Gerridge.
Eyes, sir"
"When?"
About six this afternoon"
"And where?"
cat the hotel st. Denis, where I
have since tracked him."
"How long did she stay?"
about an hour"
"In the parlor or"
"In the parlor They had a great
deal to say. More than one noticed
them, but no one heard anything.
They talked very low but they meant
business"
where is this man now"
cat the same place. He has en-
gagged room there"
'"The man with the twisted jaw"
'Yes."
Under what name?"
Hugh Porter
"Ah, it was Hazen only five hours
ago." muttered Ransom. Porter, did
you say? TIL have a talk with this
Porter at once"
81 think not tonight" put in the
detective, with the mingled authority
and Difference natural to one of his
kind. Tomorrow, perhaps, but to-
night it would only provoke scandal"
This was certainly true, but Mr.
Ransom was not an easy man to domi-
nate.
81 must see him before I Sleep" he
insisted. "a single word may solve
this mystery. He has the word. I'd
be a fool to let the night go by-Ah!
what's that?"
The telephone bell had rung again
A message from the Office this time.
A note had just been handed in for
Mr.. Ransom; should they send it up?
Gerridge was at the phone.
INSTANTLY" he shouted down, "and
be sure you hold the messenger. 1t
may be from your lady" he remarked
to Mr. Ransom. stranger things
than that have happened"
Mr.. Ransom reeled to the door,
opened it and stood waiting. The
two detectives exchanged chances.
What might not that note contain!
Mr.. Ransom opened it in the hall.
When he came back into the room,
his hand was shaking and his face
looked drawn and pale. But he show
ed no further disposition to go out.
Instead, he sank into a chair, with a
motion of dismissal to the two de-
tectives.
Question the boy who brought
this" said he. cit is from Mrs. Ran
som; written, as you see, at the St.
Denis. She bids me farewell for a
time, but does not favor me with any
explanations. She cannot do differ
emily, she says, and asks me to trust
her and wait. Not very encouraging
to sleep on; but it's something. She
has not entirely forsaken me-"
Gerridge with a shrug turned sharp
ly towards the door. 81 take it that
you wouldn't object to knowing all the
messenger can tell you?"
mo, no. Question him. Find out
whether she gave this to him with
her own hand"
Gerridge obeyed this injunction, but
was told in reply that the note had
been given him to deliver by clerk
in the hotel lobby. He could tell
nothing about the lady.
This was unsatisfactory enough;
but the man who had Influenced her
to this step had been placed under
surveillance. Tomorrow they would
question him; the mystery was not
without a promise of solution. So
Gerridge felt; but not Mr.. Ransom;
for at the end of the lines whose pur-
port he had just communicated to the
detective were those few, significant
words:
make no move to find me. If
you love me well enough to wait
in silence for developments, hap
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