The Washington times., 1913-10-30

tense situation, he possessed an Tre-
sistible open-hearted charm Of manner
which would have wormed him into a
bosom companionship with a hermit.
| Unless the general and his niece
| were secluded with miraculous adroit-
| ness, Yorke had little doubt that Web
ster would succeed in his mission.
| The doorbell rang again. and this
! time Williams came to the door with
! his face alive with excitement and an
nounced:
Mr. Robin Van Rensselaer,
| Yorke turned quickly and greeted the
| haggard young man who stood before
| him.
| Robin looked less wild-eyed. more
| composed and master of himself than
when the detective had last seen hlin,
but the lines of grief and pain were
craven even more deeply in his race,
| and his eyes bore a look OF unutterable
/ suffering. -,
How are things going, Mr.. Yorke?'
! he cried eagerly. Have you any news
for me? Have you discovered anything az,
/ "A little. Mr.. Van Rensselaer,: Sit
down. ] am glad of an opportunity to
talk to you. When did you come down
| TO the city,"
was over The rest are coming today.
with-with Victoria's body, on speclal
train. The funeral will be held at Dy-
sart's house tomorrow morning at IL.
Il should like to come. if may" said
Yorke, thoughtfully.
"Of course" Robin replied quickly.
MY brother will wish you to be there,
if you will come. ] cannot believe that
at such a time and place you would
discover any further clues, though: MI;
Yorke. You will have an opportunity of
seeing Paul Hildreth then, however IL
YOU have not done 80 already"
You think it would be as well Tor
me to see him. then?' hazarded forke
o1, ynd m
about the impossibility of his guilt?"
''God help me-" groaned Robin. Il
don't know what to think. ! suspect no
body-and everybody, It's so utterly IN
comprehensive. 1 can hardly credit my
senses even now that such frightful
thing has happened. ] seem to be going
out Of rly mind! I've had to look doz-
en- times on Victoria's still face to con-
vince myself that the whole terrible
tragedy isn't a pigment OF my disor-
And your brother-how is he?" asked
Yorke.
"Dysart is auIeter than l. He says
little, does not whine about his grlet as
7 do, but the sight of his face would
wiring the heart Of his worst enemy"
The Goodalls are coming down. too?
They wished to be here for the funeral.
Of course, and Mrs. Goodall says she
again. Merritnan came down on the
night trair. Tuesday; the coroner re-
leased him before the inquest, as his
testimony wasn't of Importance, merely
corroborative in minor way"
THAT wolfhound of yours, who was
hurt-Velsk Will he be brought down.
Yes. The coachman is bringing him
today"
will YOU see that the vet is sent
for, and have him doctored up as soon
as possible? I may need him in few !
days"
by all means assented Robin, his
surprise lighting his face for an in
slant. I'll see that he's treated at
once. ! say. Yorke. what is that?
He pointed curiously at the wall be
meath the window. where. on the ar
rival of the associate detective, Yorke
had propped the board to which the
prints were attached.
Some photographs I have been TAX
ing Of the imprint Of palm: curious
one isn't it,
''Imprint-of a PALM" Robin repeated |
huskily. Has it-anything to do with
the case?
Yorke did not answer
"Yorke, Whose hand is that?"
Franklyn Yorke turned and said very
gravely:
1T is hand which left its imprint in
blood on the sole Of a blue kid slipper.
a dexterous left hand, which welded a
long knife with a keen, slender blade
the hand that murdered Mrs. Van Rens- 4
selaer.''
With sharp cry Robin bounded from
his chair, and seizing the board held it II
up to the light, scrutinzing the prints
feverishly as though he could read In 4
the lines of that heavily crossed palm
the secret of its owners crime
Finally he turned to Yorke pas
sionately.
Tell me what has been done. You
said you had made some progress, Il
Yorke: tell me what you have discov-
cred, in Gods name. This suspense
will drive me madr'
For answer Yorke drew from his
pocket the little photograph which had
that day played SO important a part IN
his investigation, and held it out TO
Robin.
DO you know who this it?" he
asked.
Robin grasped it, and after one eager
glance he cried exultinsly:
BY heaven, it's the woman Mary
Kelly, the woman vino ran away
You identify her, positively" Yorke
asked sharply
I'D stake my life on it," replied
Robin eXcitedly
Jack Warde also identifies the photo
yraph-and he is corroborated by his
;lerk-as that of former stenographer
If his named May Burke
The picture in reality is that of one
Marie Burchard, who appeared in the
Girl last season. II was
with her at Coney Island when the
picture was taken. The manager Of
he company is prepared 10 swear that
he original of this photograph is the