The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1913-02-13
CHAPTER vIII.-(contlnusd.)

The dry, mAttef-of-fAct way in which
he recited the facts he had learned
added to the value Of bis narrative.
More and more l marveled at the
mans detective ability. I was over
whelmed with . sense Of my own in
capacity. All day long the coroner.
the constable and I had been trying
to ferret out the mystery Of the unfor
tunate woman's identity with prac-
tically the same properties to draw
deductions from. the inspector In q
very few minutes had not only learned
her identity. but many other impor-
tant facts about her. Nor did 1t oc-
cur to me to doubt the truth Of his
Information. The assurance with
which he spoke was In itself . suf-
dcient guarantee.
How on earth did you learn all
this 20 quickly?" I asked In amase-
ment.
He smiled with that grim tantaliz-
ing smile Of his that l had seen be-
FORE His cigarette had burned itself
No q stub a. he spoke. He turned 1t
carefully in his fingers. inspecting It
as II to see whether he could extract
another pun before throwing it away.
He finally decided that he could not,
and drew forth his cigarette papers
and tobacco. preparatory to rolling .
new one. Meanwhile I awaited his
answer in suspense.
go on" I continued. Tell me
about it. I must know how you did
It."
The principal part Of a magician's
Art," he said as he lighted his new
cigarette. lies in what IL called mis-.
direction With a glance from his
eyes, with q sudden movement Of his
hand he attracts your attention to
his right side. Meanwhile his left 10
doing the trick. Now. misdirection, in
my business. has Just the opposite ef-
feet Amateurs. in investigating
crime, examine the evidence and see
clues pointing in some direction They
follow those clues and ind themselves
noundering. They have the right
clues. but they go in the wrong direc-
tion. You read the evidence Alright
10 to Miss sackett coming from
bridgeport. but all your efforts to To-
cate her A. Mary Jane Teller were
simply a waste Of time. In the
clothes she left behind her was her
real name"
Look here" said, you cant
string me In that fashion. l myself
Examined those garments closely.
There was no name in them and there
NO marks by which she could be idep-
dded."
"Is that so?" There was deep sar-
casm in his tone.
And not only that, even II over
looked any marks that might have
been there. the landlord. the coroner,
the constable and half dozen others
examined them closely. II there were
any marks. some ono Of US surely
would have discovered them"
For answer he got up leisurely and
walked across to a chair where the
garments were still lying He picked
mp the skirt and held 1t by the lower
hem.
Look closely at It," he commanded
do you see nothing there"
scanned the dusty cloth intently
coat and offered 1t gravely for my in
spection, even turning 1t inside out.
sleeves and all.
We'll. what Of it," I exclaimed i'm
patiently. Il can't sec anything there
either"
Cant you?" he asked over-pleasant-
". That's where found the WON.
ans name"
Again I took up both garments and
studied them, but l was positive that
there was no name Of any sort or any
thing to indicate name. felt that
he must be simply jesting with me.
You can't fool me-" exclaimed. Il
would wager you q thousand dollars to
nve hundred that coat and skirt do
not differ any In the slightest froH
hundreds Of other coats and skirts
worn by hundreds Of other women"
You lose." he responded tersely.
With one finger he began to traos an
almost invisible hns on the goods