The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1913-05-22
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" ing few little notes
IN the memorandum
she always carries.
was watching the roofs 10 they whirl-
ed past Neither of us had spoken for
some time.
At last, / ceased my occupation Of
idleness to turn to the little woman,
and found her staring absently ahead.
The little notebook was closed and
clasped in her hands.
''Well?" l asked at last.
Just thinking, that's ALL" she an
swered This is little anniversary
with us"
Birth, marriage or death?" TESTED.
The last" came the answer ITS
the anniversary OF my first murder
case. l don't have those very often,
you know. In fact, it's only when
stumble into a thing OF that kind that
am allowed to take any interest in 1t.
But, then, in this case | could do as l
pleased, for / was not working on tho
force under orders
She glanced up at me with twinkle
in her eyes. Sometimes it's good not
10 be working under orders" she said.
"A person can take any risks that are
best--even il it turns out all wrong.
And it's really nice to know that"
Miss Clement looked rather hastily
around to see that no other passengers
were near us. Then, turning the lit
tie notebook playfully about in her
hands, she smiled to herself
"a person never knows what's 60
ing to ensue from the smallest kind Of
happening" she began. my case
came from waiting for a car. You
see, that was in the days before went
on the police force regularly, and !
was selling candy for living. Every
evening would take my car for home
from one of the corners in the loop
district, near the once of an after
noon paper. 1t would be just about
time for the lest editions to come
out, and it was a favorite diversion
OF mine to watch the circling, yelling
newsboys az they hurried in every d.
rection from the building, each In
contest OF who could sell the first pa.
per. And watching this way one night
| stumbled onto my undiscovered
crime"
your WHAT" l interrupted.
1.-THE undiscovered crime. Any big
city Is full OF them. Not that they re-
main undiscovered for all time, be-
cause they don't. Some little thing
will always give tho criminal away. 1t
may be even the crooking of finger
at the wrong time. In this case it
was the buying Of a paper.
For three nights had seen him, q
short, shifty eyed, heavy browed man,
who seemed to Turk in the shadows OF
the building IN walt for the whirring
of the presses. At the first shout Of
the newsboys he would dart forth.
hand out his penny, buy his paper,
and then scan the first page Once in
while he would look inside; not
often. 1t did not impress me so much
the first night. nor even the second.
But the third / began to wonder lit
tie about tho person, what his motive
was in being 30 anxious to get his pa
per, and why ne should read only the
first page, then throw IL away.
81 spent a night wondering about
that man. and then things began to
form themselves in my brain. ! de-
termined to watch him. 1t was none
of my business, l knew that. l had
no right to play detective and to take
chances-but | guess when the de-
sire to hunt persons gets into ones
heart, there isn't anything that will
take IL out like to discover things;
/ was always a person TO be finding
out, finding out, and so-well, l start
ed In to learn what the gentleman with
the shaggy eyebrows had in mind
when he bought his paper every night
and then quickly threw 1t away.
"The next day l reported to the
candy company that was Ill, and that
/ didn't believe | would be down to
work for several days. Then, that
night, there appeared at the newspa-
per corner a poor woman, dressed In
clothing that was out OF date, bit
lame. and not very good OF sight. In
cidentally that same person was my
SELF. 4 QdQ blhIlCu Ou MY WIN VI
finding out the message Of the news
paper. 1 had hired a girl for a few
days to take care OF my little kiddie
out at the nat; ! had kissed the child
a long goodby, in case my passion for
detective work should carry me away
from her forever, and now was ready
for anything.
THE homegolns crowds began to
lam the street cars. Dusk had come,
then darkness. Fifteen minutes ! wait
ed. twenty, and then from the base
ment heard the whirring OF the press
es. few moments later, there came
the shouting nswsboys. and with their
first appearance my heart gave leap.
Seemingly from nowhere my man ap-
reared. pushed forth his penny, clutch
ed his paper, and was greedlly scanning
the front page. I watched him as he
threw the paper 10 the pavement and
turned down the street. Then ioi'
lowed
ere -raa a long road we Travelled,