Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1913-01-08
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:, CHAPTER 5VIll.-(continued.)
Z. The dry, matter-of-fact way in which
he recited the facts he had learned
added to the value of his narrative.
More and more l marveled at the
mans detective ability. was over
5whelmed with sense Of my own In
capacity All day long the coroner,
the constable and Il had been trying
to ferret out the mystery Of the unfor-
tunate woman's identity with prac-
+ tically the same properties to draw
deductions from, the inspector In
very few minutes had not only learned
her identity, but many other impor-
tant facts about her. Nor did 1t oc-
cur to me to doubt the truth Of his
information. The assurance with
which he spoke was in itself suf-
fcient guarantee.
How on earth did you learn all
this 80 quickly asked in amaze
ment,
He, smiled with that grim tantaliz-
ing smile OF his that had seen be-
fore. His cigarette had burned itself
to a stub as he spoke. He turned 1t
carefully in his fingers, inspecting it
as II to see whether he could extract
another pun before throwing it away.
He finally decided that he could not,
and drew forth his cigarette papers
and tobacco, preparatory to rolling a
new one Meanwhile l awaited his
answer in suspense.
eco on" 1. continued. "Tell me
about 1t. must know how you did
It." gs \,
The principal part of magician's
ART he said as he lighted his new
cigarette, 5. lies in what Is called mis-
lirection. With glance from his
/, Eyes, with a sudden movement Of his
/ hand he attracts your attention to
his right side. Meanwhile his left is
doing the trick. Now, misdirection, in
4 my business, has, Just the opposite ef-
feet. Amateurs, in Investigating
4 crime, examine the evidence and see
clues pointing in some direction. They
follow those clues and find. themselves
/ doundering. They have the right
4 clues, but they 60 In the wrong direc-
4 ton. You read the evidence Alright
as to Miss Sackett ! coming from
Bridgeport, but all your efforts to To-
cate her as Mary Jane Teller were
simply a waste Of time. In the
clothes she left behind her was her
real name: = .,E
Look here" said, you can't
string me in that fashion. myself
examined those garments closely.
There was no name in them and there
no marks by which she could be iden-
titled.
els that so?" There was deep sar-
casm In his tone.
And not only that, even If over
looked any marks that might have
cen there, the landlord, the coroner,
1e constable and half dozen others
xamined them closely. II, there were
~ marks, some one of us surely
ould have discovered them"
For answer he got up leisurely and
liked across to chair where the
rments were still lying. He picked
the skirt and held 1t by the lower
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you see nothing there?"
scanned the dusty cloth intently
I'd shook my head. He picked up~the
AT and offered it gravely for my in
ection, even turning it inside out,
eeves and all. XII
We'll, what of it," exclaimed i'm
.iently. II can't see anything there
Their"
Cant you?" he asked over-pleasant-
That's where l found the wom-
rs Nance
Again took up both garments and
.udied them, but was positive that
lhere was no name Of any sort or any
thing to indicate q name. I felt that
he must be simply testing with me.
''You can't fool me" exclaimed. II
would wager you thousand dollars to
five hundred that coat and skirt do
not differ any in the slightest from
hundreds of other coats and skirts
worn by hundreds Of other women
you lose" he responded tersely.
With one finger he began to trace an
almost invisible line on the goods