Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-05-23

prove LAdt later On. Wnen you get
him, you'll probably find him of a
jealous, hysterical, emotional temper
ament. Want to make a few bets?
My Central Office man was staring
at me with bullying eyes.
Say, he asked, what are you
trying to do, kid me?'
mot a bit of it. I'm just figuring
out a few things
".But you're not wise to all this
stuff?'
81 just said that was figuring out
a few things A woman can some
times do that, JIM I'll tell you, for
your own information, that the music
the bellboy whistled was Quand
L'Amour est Mort
Whatever that is
! It's French for when Love Is
Dead" Now are you beginning to
| seer
"sPlain as mud
81 allowed myself to grow serious
then. / knew that / was working on
mighty slim amount of evidence.
That bloodstain might have come on
the keys in hundred different ways
and yet, there was that peculiar coin
| cidence that the room was not robbed,
making the motive for killing some
! thing besides greed; there was the
fact that no doubt the killing was
done by man, and if it was done by
him, the motive must have been VEN
geance of some kind, or jealousy.
And so, in spite of my misgivings, I
| felt rather certain in my own heart
that the man who had played the pi-
ano was the same one who had killed
the girl. But with that, I had not
progressed so very far, and knew it.
!; So turned to the detective.
"'Jim,' said, I've got little bunch
on this thing It may be right, and
then again it may all be wrong. I'm
going out to look up a little angle.
You go ahead and see what you can
find out and then We'll get together
again, later on
| ''It was still early, too early for the
work that I wanted to do, and so
started to my house to attend to an
| important duty Of the night, the tuck
ing away in bed Of my little kiddie,
and giving her the goodnight kiss.
| That's one thing never can forget,
| my home life and the little kiddie
| there It keeps me from risking many
! things that might risk-and the
keeping away from those risks has
saved me more times than one. It's
not best to be too foolhardy in this
business.
"And SO / went out home, stayed
there and sang the little girl to sleep
and then / hurried downtown again.
1t was far after ten by this time and
my work was about to begin.
st had changed my dress. had
rouged my cheeks and blackened my
eyebrows. My lips bore a coating OF
carmine. I was burlesque queen,
in from long run of tank towns and
taking first good look at a big city
| after many months of absence. And,
of course, / was travelling as fast as
was possible.
"The loop district was my first STOP
Cafe after cafe I entered, to linger
| while, watch the crowds and listen
| to the music, and then take my cab
again for another place. Gradually
the loop district was worked. / start
| ed south, down toward the line OF
cafes which fringed Michigan avenue
and lower State street. A moment or
| two spent in each place, but finally
there came one at which fingered.
"The piano player was OF a different
type from the ordinary men who work
ed in the orchestras. There was
something about his eyes that bespoke
a veritaDle craze for music. Dali,
slender, yet strong, his body swayed
with the rhythm Of the melody he
played, his head shook with the
humping of the keys, while his
whole soul seemed entwined in the
music he was pounding forth. Some
thing within my brain snapped. Isud-
denly became nervous as watched
him. / felt that I was shaking with
a sensation I could not fathom. There
was something about that man which
made me desire to seize him, to drag
him from that piano and force him
to police station. / guess there's q
lot of intuition in me. don't know.
Just the same, felt that the cabman
outside would not have to carry me
any farther; if my theory was any
good at all, here was the person to
try working it out on.
"Waiter,' called, and handed him
a slip Of paper, take this to the pian-
list, please
"The waiter obeyed. watched the
man at the instrument as he turned
quickly and received the message
from the negro. He gazed at the
words I had written and started
slightly. Then he raised his head,
looked in my direction and smiled
could see his lips move. It seemed
that they said certainly On the pa
per had written Please play "Quand
L'Amor est Mort
"He hesitated moment as he turn
al IN the DianO again. and It seemed