The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1913-07-03
CHAPTER Iv.-continued.

CHAPTER discontinued.
What kind OF a looking person
was the man who took you outside
last nightT' l inquired OF George.
with my eyes still on this furtive
watcher.
"A fellow to make you laugh. A
perfect character. Laura; hideously
homely but agreeable enough. l took
quite fancy to him. WEy?"
Il am looking at him now"
Very likely. He's deep in this af-
fair. Just an everyday detective, but
ambitious. l suppose, and quite alive
to the Importance of being thor
ough"
He is watching those people. No,
he isn't. How quickly he disap-
peared!"
Yes, he's mercurial In all his
movements. Laura. we must get out
of this. There happens to be some
thing else in the world for me to do
than to sit around and follow up muir
der clues"
- But we began to doubt IL others
agreed with him, when on passing
out we were stopped in the lobby by
this same detective, who had some
thing to say to George, and drew him
quickly aside.
{ What does he want'" asked, as
soon as George had returned to my
side.
He wants me to stand ready to
obey any summons the police may
senc me-"
Then they still suspect Brother
SOM"
They must" -s~il.
As we stepped out OF the hotel
George gave my arm a quiet pinch
which served to direct my attention
10 an elderly gentleman who was just
alighting from a taxicab at the kerb
He moved heavily and with some ap-
pcarance Of pain, but from the crowd
collected on the sidewalk, many of
whom nudged each other as he pass.
eG, he was evidently a person of
some Importance, and as he disap-
Deared within the hotel entrance, |
ASKED George who this kind-faced,
bright-eyed old gentleman could be.
lie appeared to know, for he told
me at once that he was Detective
Gryce; a man who had grown old in
solving just such battling problems
as these. !
That night bided Georges coming
with an impotence I could not con-
troll. He was late, OF course, but
when he did appear, l almost forgot
cur usual greeting in my hurry to ask
him If he had seen the evening pa
pers.
NO." he grumbled. as he hung UP
his overcoat. Been pushed about
all day. No time for anything"
Then let me tell you" g
But he would have dinner FIRST. 9
However, a little later we had a
comfortable chat. Mr.. Gryce had a
made discovery, and the papers
were full of it. t
The opinion had become quite gen. u
eral with those best acquainted with
the details of this affair, that the
mystery was one OF those abnormal |
ones for which no solution would ever |
be found, when the aged detective |
showed himself in the building and |
was taken to the room, where an In. |
spector OF police awaited him.
This is very good of you" the in.
'pector began, glancing down at the
lged detectives bundled up legs, and +
gently pushing a chair towards him.
The elderly man thus addressed
glanced down at his legs. now propped
III on a stool which someone had I
brought him, and smiled, with the /,
,athos of the old who sees the inter 7
SITS of a lifetime slipping gradually
way.
Il am not what I was. | can no +
onger get down on my hands and |.
nees to pick up threads from the nap 7
# rug, or spy out a spot of blood
n the crimson wool of carpet" |
you shall have Sweetwater here
o do the active work for you. What
Te want of you is the directing mind I
the infallible instinct. It's a case
D thousand, Gryce. It will make ~
on young again"
The old mans eyes shot fire and M
one foot slipped to the w
por. Then he bethought himself
nd painfully lifted it back again. ca
What are the points? What's the
Iniculty?" he asked. "A woman has he
cen shot" ne
mo, not shot. stabbed. We thought ed
he had been shot, for that was intel
gible and involved no impossible be
les. But Drs. Heath and Webster. 4.
ader the eye of the Challonera' .oxvn ao
iysician, have made an examination ha
the wound and they declare chat 500
, bullet is to be found In the body. sit
81 the wound extends no further he,
IN the heart tina z.oftioo IN. <.--o4 a,