The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1913-02-28
CHAPTER xv.-(Continued.)

IF you had seen the name OF An
drew Elser in It," said Davis, would
you not have examined it,"
"Was his name there?"
YES, and also the names Of the
Bridgeport victim and Dora Hastings
and Henry Eberle. 1t was Young or
Rouser who sent out the yellow let
tiers and checked the list, using just
plain, ordinary shorthand for such
words as Sent Answered. Five
Thousand Fortunately, the list
shows that while more than five hun,
dred letters were sent out, hardly a
dozen had brought responses. and in
only three cases had money been re-
ceived"
WAS General Farrish's name on
the list"
NO" answered Davis sleepily, "but
| hardly expected to find 1t there"
"And the letters sent out" l per-
sisted, were they the yellow let
ters?"
"Of course"
What was in them?"
That's just what I've got to find out
from Young" said Davis, and in an
other minute he was fast asleep.
AS | saw Davis lying there a new
thought came to me. If he could ex-
tract the information he wanted from
Young. what was to hinder me from
doing it Surely our prisoner by now
had seen the hopelessness of his posi-
ton and would be ready to talk. At
least there would be no harm in try
Ing.
l entered the room where Young
was, and, approaching his couch, laid
my hand on his shoulder, he had been
lying there with his eyes closed, and
the mere touch of my hand so jolted
bis shattered nerves that his whole
body bounded to the limit of his
bonds His frightened lips showed how
difficult it was for him to suppress a
scream.
Look here, Young" said |, I've
come to you as friend to tell you
just how the land lies. Rouser is dead
and the inspector has possession of
all his papers. He knows everything
about the yellow letters"
An evil smile was Young's only an
swer-the cunning leer of the man
who scents a trick.
There are stacks and stacks of
evidence against you. We have the
list of people to whom Rouser sent
letters"
Damn your evidenced" he sneered.
You may have evidence against thai
fool Rouser, but you've nothing on
me. If the inspector, as you call him,
had evidence enough to convict me,
do you suppose he'd have me tied up
here He hasn't bit of evidence
against me. He never will have.
Reach me that medicine"
He jerked his head in the direction
of the morphine that lay SO tantaliz-
Ing near. There was something In
his voice, some indefinable power of
responsiveness that almost influenced
me to do what he asked. Involun-
tarily my hand went out to the bottle
containing the solution, but caught
myself in time.
60 on, hand it to me- he begged.
Cant you see how l need it? Give
1t to me and I'll tell you anything you
want to know
Tell me first" said l, land you
can have it,"
81 can't talk, l can't think" he
cried, "till l get it. You can see for
yourself how. shaky / am"
could see for myself that he was
suffering the torture of the damned.
Every muscle in his body seemed to
be jerking involuntarily, doubling it.
self into little hungry knots that
Joined his aching nerves in the shrill
clamor for morphine-morphine
Give me just one DOSE" he plead
ed, "and I'll ten you anything, every
thing you want to know. I'll die If
don't get it."
So pitiable was his condition that
[ found myself sympathizing with
I'm in spite of myself My eyes fol-