Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-06-25


half-past Z in the morning; and too
join the frst-"he spends most of his
extra money at pool parlors, Austrian
villages and cabaret shows, where he
has some reputation as a turkey trot-
ter. For a boy that has just come
down from the country three years
ago, I must say he's been going some,
and the only wonder to me is that
Tammany amt got hold of him long
ago. Do you think he had anything
to do with it?"
81 amt committin' myself as to who
done ibid It'll don't have to think
about that any more now I've stopped
bein' a lady," said Rosalie, sweeping
into depression. You'll never know
the fight / had with this grammar
thing after tallzin' for forty years jest
like l wanted to. Thank the lord,
that's over. Well anyhow, amt COM
mittin' myself. Looks like an alibi for
Mr.. North when the landlady says he
come up the stairs only a minute be-
fore he hollered, an the doctor says
that this Hanska had been dead two
or three hours. Appeared to me like
he was jest Jared out of drunk, too.
How about this Lawrence Wade or
whatever his name was-the man who
called with the bag? Got him."
He was arrested this morning in
Boston,"
"Skippin'?. Looks bad. Has 1t oc-
CURED to tou to investigate that
young mans athletic record?'
Inspector MCGEE jumped and turned
on her. Rosalie was always letting
slip some of these extraordinary bits
of knowledge.
How did you know" inquired In
spector MCGEE, that he was an ath-
lete?"
Rosalie looked very grave. But she
answered his question by another.
He wasn't fencer?"
For answer, MCGEE picked up red
bound college annual from his desk.
We've been following him up, you
see." And in the tabuIated records he
pointed out one line. President fenc-
ing club. 1S9s-99."
Looks bad" commented Resale.
"Why?"
How would you stab man IL you
were stabbing in hurry?" asked
Resale. TRY. Here's a penholder.
The point of the pen is the point Of
the knife. Now!"
Inspector MCGEE grasped the PEN
holder so that the point protruded
from under his little finger. So hold
ing it, he made a downward sweep
through the air.
"Of course that's how / would go at
it, said MCGEE, "but regular knife
man.
Exactly" interrupted Rosalie.
And your knife would go in from
above, now wouldn't it? The wound
| would point down. Now try it this
way" Rosalie arranged the weapon
which is mightier than the sword in
such manner that the point extended
from under her forefinger. "Or this. y
Now she held the fencers grip, the
shaft. lying obliquely along the palm,
| controlled and guided by the sensitive
| finger points. Now. He was stabbed
in the heart, but from beneath. The
wound pointed upward. With your
| grip, you couldn't stab a standing
man upward, not If he let you. With
my grip. couldn't stab downward to
save my life!'
| Martin MCGEE went into heavy
thought while he struggled for objec-
tions.
Suppose he was lying DOWN." he
asked, at last.
"on the floor? Begin TO be
stabbed?" jahbed Rosalie.
! Maybe he was stabbed in bed and
got out and died on the floor"
AN never made any disturbance
or left any blood behind? Besides
the bed wasn't mussed at all. 1t was
| just thrown back as though he'd got
! up quiet and natural"
| You saw all that-in two minutes!'
exclaimed MCGEE. 81 never could
understand how you did it,"
| IF you'd spent your whole life
replied Rosalie, "sizin' up sitters with
| past, present an future in the two
minutes that you was fakin' trance
you'd see things in a hurry, tool"
We'll, how on earth did you know
that about fencers?"
| Easy as lynn an simple as
women" replied Rosalie. 'I used to
room with a little actress that fenced
the one 1 was havin' supper with
last night. But now, inspector, just
to close things up, I'm out of this
case. I've given you all know. Your
police will be botherin' my boarderf
a lot with questions; an so will the
reporters. Just trust me to steer
that You keep me OUT
Martin MCGEE sighed.
"All right, Resale; but I'd like
your help. Still. owe you lots of
good turns, and the case don't look
as mysterious, after all. I guess it's
that fellow Wade"
Don't get too sudden with your
guesses," replied Rosalie. How does
| your dope go, anyway? Have you
looked up everybody that slept in the
house last night? I'd like to know
pretty well il I'm cherishin' a muir
derer in my midst"
They're being looked up" replied
McGee. I've taken personal charge
of this, but the captain commanding
the precinct detectives is helping with
the legwork. The house wasn't en-
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