Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-09-02


now beat itself to the sur.
FACET awrence Wade did not COM.
NIT that murder. He couldn't have
done 1t. He isn't that kind of man"
Meeting with no sympathetic re.
Spouse from Inspector McGee's look OF
cunning gravity, Mrs. Hanska turned to
Rosalie.s,rr
MRS lie Grange, you understand,
don't YOU? "--and here her voice be-.
came deep and bell-like with her con-,
v1ction. Sometimes women know
things without having to be told, and
I know that Mr.. Wade Is innocent. !
would stake my life and my honor
everything I havo-on that. And yet
I am perfectly helpless about proving
it. He is innocent, though"
ROsalie did not commit herself here.
But eyes and dimples flashed their
sympathy. And it was the Inspector
who spoke first,
well, that's what we're here to set
tic, and II he didn't do 1t, the best way
out is to tell the truth"
: "As IT, interpolated Rosalie. you
wasn't going to do that! Now tell the
Inspector about this Mr.. Wade
Tie is my friend and attorney" re
piled Mrs. Hanska. He lives In
Arden. I have known him ever since
I went there. He visited New York
three times to,attempt some legal set
tlement- with n Captain Hanska. He
wanted me to get a divorce. / wasn't
quite ready to do that, even II could
have found grounds. But I was Will
ing to have a legal separation-some-
thing which would have. rid me Of
Captain Hanska and let me 60 my own
way. I authorized Mr.. Wade to offer
part Of my mothers property, II that
would do any good. The Captain was
living IN q boarding house. knew his
ways well enough to realize that this
meant extreme poverty. He refused
everything He told Mr.sWade that as
soon as he had arranged something
he didn't say what-he would ind me
and compel me to go with him. I
realized that must get farther from
New York. had few possessions OF
Captain Hanska's. wanted to return
them and close with him forever. Mr..
Wade had an idea of making one last
appeal: and I asked him II he would
deliver those things at the same time.
Yesterday morning Mr.. Wade came
down to New York. That's all I know.
until saw the newspapers She
stopped here. Her color faded: her
hands fell apart with gesture of de-
spair.
"And brought her straight to you, :"
said Betsy-Barbara with triumphant
air, as though her extraordinary cum
ming had settled the case for all time.
Now the Inspector took up the OK
animation again, for Resale sat mus
ing, her eyes on Constance Hanska.
what were the things you sent?"
he asked.
i''Let me see-what were they? Bet
sy-Barbara, you helped pack them. An
old miniature of the Captain
"And some family photographs
Betsy Barbara put In briskly.
"And an old mahogany shaving
mirror which had belonged to his
father"
"And Mexican hat-band and two
knives and an Irish blackthorn stick
and silver cigarette case
A stethoscope upon Inspector Nc
Gees pulse would have jumped an inch
as Betsy Barbara pronounced the word
"knives.'' But his downturned face
betrayed no emotion. He checked his
interruption, in fact, through two more
items; and when he returned to. the
subject he worked backward like q
good attorney, concealing his pertinent
question in a fog Of impertinent ones.
+ What kind of cigarette case?"
Chased silver and torquoises-a
Russian design"
What was the stick like?"
Z very heavy, and dark brown as
remember. And I think the ferrule
was loose
Here Rosalie, sitting impressive,
quite out OF the conversation, saw
the corners Of the Inspectors mouth
witch. She sat holding herself very
tight, lest she betray the psychological
moment.
. "And the knives?" said the Inspec-
tor.
LET me see-one was little dag
ger that he used for q paper-knife and
the other was a Malay kris with q
long, sharp, wavy blade. He got itsin
the Philippines"
sYes!" exclaimed the Inspector.
And then with the sudden brutality
which was q part of the third degree
method, "And 1t was with that knife
Lawrence Wade stabbed your husband. !"
Inspector MCGEE might have thrown
that very knife instead Of his words, so
sudden was the effect upon Constance
Hanska. The color left her face. Her