Bisbee daily review., 1913-11-23

 ried up the stairs
 By this time. the open door. the huttering lights. the screams and hys- terics, had begun to attract the atten- ton of this and that late pedestrian. A milkman pulled up. hitehed. and en- tered. and then a nigbt-faring printer, Presently the little knot in the street and the parlors was augmented by a woman. fully and rather oyerluxuri- ousIy dressed. as though for the the ater-a big picture hat and a black satin, fur-edged evening coat over a light gown which showed here and there the glitter of sequins. She was a large but shapely woman of uncer- tain age; yet so pleasing withal that the gathering lOafers, even in the ex- eitement of a murder, spared few admiring glances at her face.
 I'm goin' up," she conided to her fellows. T belong there-they need a sensible woman. from the way they're screechin' You better not fol- low-you1l do no good an it might git you involved" With surprising fghtness, 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 a 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- CT 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.
 Hes dead" he said calmly. Has any one notified the police? Has any one called up a Coroner?"
 I'll 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 Coro- ner. Doctor? Lipschutz? All right"
 In the hall, she mot the regular patrolman, who had received the news at last. The limb of the law had for bidden the augmented crowd at the door to follow him; he was ascending alone. The sight of this woman in her fashionable cIothes-or was it her compelling look of command-stopped him.
 Listen" she said, there's only a second. Never mind who I am. Look al this" She produced the old and worn piece of paper which she had drawn from her bag a minute before.
 "To the police" it read. Any mat ter that concerns the bearer, Mrs. Rosalie Le Grange, is to be referred to me. request you to give her the greatest discretion.
 INSPECTOR MARTIN M'GEE."
 Not a word" pursued Rosalie Le Grange. Now mind didn't see this thing, an don't know as much about it as you. But it's your job to tip me of to the reserves as soon as they come-make them understand that they ain't to stop me whatever do. And remember'-now the woman smiled in a meaning way-'you got here just as quick as you could-not a second later-I1l stick to that Now get inside" She waited a moment, before she followed him.
 At that moment, Senor Estrilla came down the stairs from his sisters room. He had opened his raincoat, but it was still wet. He had turned up his hat brim, but an occasional drop fell
 My secster is better" he said. "Oh, can I asslst?" Ard while he helped the men to cover the body, he listened to scattered explanations from the women.
 Now the reserves had come; and after them, the Coroner and the de- tectives. They cleared out the house, holding only those who seemed to them pertinent witnesses. At a signal from Rosalie Le Grange they detained her for 9 time, on the ground that she had arrived suspicicusly early. The first unorganized search for the crim- inal simmered down to Tommy North. although even Mrs. Moore ad- mitted that he had entered only a AAAtLANC bEAoit NHE DOly AdS ulECOF- cred. In the midst of the invesuga- tion, a new quandary presented itself. The house was to be sealed while the police investigated The innocent would have to find some other dwell ing-place. That suited her. Miss Hard ing remarked; she wouldn't sleep there again; wher&upon Mrs. Moore, declaring she was ruined, fell again 10 weeping. And suddenly she who called herself Madame Le Grange stepped forward into the huddled dis tressed group.
 T haven't introduced myself" she said, with easy masterful calm. "but I've just opened the house at 442 as a clearinghouse. You ain't going to hold me, of course"-this to the po- lice-"and, anyhow, you know where to nnd ne in case you want me. There's room tonight in my house for you all." She turned. with her eter- nal air of mistress in any situation, to Miss Harding. Come, dress and pack ,p your night things, my dear. We can move your trunks tomorrow" Mechanically, Miss Harding obeyed, and then Miss Jones. Suddenly Mir. Estrilla, who had been ministering to Mrs. Moore by the door, spoke up and asked:
 My seester, tool"