The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1913-11-15

ides. he can tell us nothing. All the
explanation is really due to him, and I
propose to give 1t to him tomorrow.
Come, White; this time I promise you
q considerable portion of your in
luiry shall be cleared up, and do not
speak without foundation, as you have
often learned hitherto"
So the mysterious sydney II. Corbett
was left in undisturbed possession OF
his fat and his dinner. while the trio
passed out into the quietude of the
streets.
Mr.. White was actually inclined to
preserve silence while they walked to
Victoria street. The events Of the
preceding hour had not exactly d
ed to the maintenance, In the eyes or
his brother officer. of that p~re-eminent
sagacity which he invariably claimed.
His companion rubbed in this phase
of the matter by saying, Il should
think, Jim, you will give Raleigh man.
sions a wide berth for some time to
come, after making two bad breaks
there"
But 1t was no part of Bruce's scheme
that the detective should be rendered
desperate by repeated failures. 1T Is
not Mr.. Whites fault he said, that
these errors have occurred. They are
rather the result of his pertinacity in
leaving no clew unsolved which prom
ises to lead to success. When this case
ends, If ever 1t does end. | feel sure he
will admit that he has never before
encountered SO much difficulty ia un-
raveling the most complex problems
within his experience"
THAT is So. chimed in the senioi
detective. THE thing that beats me
, In this affair is the want of a begin
ming. so to speak. One would mag
| inc 1t the work of a lunatic IL Lady
I Dyke herself had not contributed so
, curiously to the mystery of her dis
appearance
There you are. White; that is the
+; true scent. Find the motive and we
find the murderer. if Lady Dyke was
5 wilfully put to DEATH
Il IF she was, Mr.. Bruce? Have you
any doubt about it,"
There cannot be certainty when we
a.e cropping in the dark. But the gloom
e is passing; we are on the eve of a
discovery"
At Bruce's residence Whites col
n league left him. Soon the barrister
r and the policeman were sitting snugly
before a good fire.
There Claude took him step by step
through each branch Of his inquiry as
it is known to the reader.
Q He omitted nothing. The discovery
Of Jane Harding and of Mensnore, the
y latter's transactions with Dodge & Co..
. his dramatic coup at Monte Carlo and
q its attendant love e~pisode-all these
f were exhaustively described. He en-
q larged upon Mrs. Hillmer's anxiety
when the tragedy became known to
her md did not forget Sir Charles
Dykes amazement at the suggestion
i that his old playmate might prove to
q be responsible for the death of his
wife.
He produced the waxen molds of the
piece of iron found on the body at Put.
ney and the ornamental scroll from
which it had been taken.
. At this bit of evidence Mr.. Whites
D complacency forsook him. Thus far he
| had experienced a feeling of resent
ment against Bruce for having con-
cealed from him so much that was ma.
terial to their investigation.
But when he realized that a power.
full link in the chain of events had all
, along peer placidly resting before his
: eyes his distress was evident, and the
, barrister came to his rescue.
You are not to blame, White" he
/, said, for having failed to note many
things which l have now told you. You
are the slave OF a system. Your meth
cd works admirably for the detection
, of commonplace crime, but as soon as
the higher region of romance is reach
ed it is as much out of place as a
steam roller in a lady's boudoir. Look
at the remarkable series of crimes the
, English police have failed to solve OF
late merely because some bizarre ele.
. ment had intruded itself at the outset.
Have you ever read any of the works
of Edgar Allan Poe?"
The detective answered in the an
firmative. THE Murders of the Rue
, Morgue" and The Mystery of Marie
Roget were familiar to him.
Well" went on Bruce. there yoL
have the accurate samples of my mean
ing. Poe would not have been puzzled
for an hour by the vagaries of Jack
the Ripper. He would have said at
: once-most certainly after the third or
, fourth in the series of murders: This
is the work of an athletic l%unatic, with
a morbid love of anatomy and a NOR
bid hatred Of a certain class of wo-
men. Seek for him among young men
who have pestered doctors with out
rageous theories. and who possess weak
minded or imbecile relatives Then,
again. lake the murder on the South
western railway. Do you thing Poe
would nave gone questioning bartend-
ers or inquiring into abortive love