The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1913-12-26

was OF no use In this crisis, what with
| the compression of ten emotional
/ years into ten minutes of life. Worse
for him, the hen.minded Mrs Moore,
seeing the blood, cried, You muir.
! derer!" Clutched at his coat. and fell
| into faint. Upon Professor Noll de-
VOWED the masculine guidance OF this
AFFAIR And he thought first. not Of
! tn police, but OF Il doctor by this
time, Miss Harding and Miss Jones
were weeping breast to breast; Mrs
Moore had recovered to say that she
always expected II OF Mr.. North. and
Miss EstriIIa. the invalid lady on the
TOP floor. had called from the head OF
! the stairs, What Is it," With the
brutality which impels us in crises to
connde unpalliated horrors, some one
shriekcd "Hanska's murdered"
There came from above some Spanish
CALCULATIONS to which no one paid
much attention, and then rafting OF
the hook of the telephone. which hung
on a doorpost in that fourth.noor hall.
Professor Noll his mind still on the
necessity for calling n doctor, slipped
into ulster and bed.shoes and rushed
across the street to rouse the house
physician In the apartment.hotel. He
VAS some time making himself known
ard understood AS he neared his
own door again, he saw Mr. Estrilla
entering alnobt on the run.
There's been murder Captain
llanska's killed." Professor Nol
called after him
Il knowing seestcr lephone-sh
Is frighten" Estrilla called back
shrilly over his shoulder. And he hur-
red up the stairs.
by this time, the open door, the
huttCrng lights, the screams and hys
torics. had begun to attract the atten.
ton OF this and that late pedestrian
a milkman pulled up, hitched, and en-
tered; and then night-faring printer
Presently the little knot in the street
and the parlors was augmented by
woman, fully and rather oyer-luxuri.
ousiy dressed as though for the the.
at,r-a big picture hat and black
satin, iuredsed evening coat over
lirlt gown which showed here and
there the glitter of sequine. She was
large but shapely woman OF uncer.
tain age; yet 80 pleasing withal that
the gathering loafers, even in the eN.
citcmont Of n murder, spared a few
admiring glaIces at her face.
I'm goin' up" she confided to her
fellows. 81 belong there they need
u sensible woman, from the way
they're screechin' You better not fol.
low-you'll do no good an 1t might
git you involved" With surprising
lightncss, considering her bulk, she
mounted the stairs.
The noise guided her to the focus
OF interest; she pushed her way into
the room OF the late Captain Hanska.
and stood looking about with pair
OF large serious eyes which took In
every detail. She bent her gaze on
the dead man. stopped, made quick ex.
animation. first OF the wound and then
Of his face. Both Mrs. Moore and Miss
Harding were about to ask this strang.
er to account for herself. when the
doctor, half-dressed but carrying his
bag, edged past the door. All turned
to him. He looked but an instant on
the face.
He's dead" he said calmly Has
any one notified the police? Has any
one called up Coroner"
IN attend to that" volunteered the
strange woman. with an air OF perfect
competence and command; where's
the phone-ground floor and top floor
hall? All right; I'll use the top floor:
that's nearer. ANY particular Cord.
ner, Doctor? Lipschutz? All right"
In the hall, she met the regular
patrolman, who had received the news
at last, The limb of the law had for.
hidden the augmented crowd at the
door to follow him; he was ascending
alone. The sight OF this woman In