Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-07-08


else we'll go over everything in tina
ROOM
They entered.
Except that the blood had beer
scrubbed away, except that the fiooi
bore the marks of muddy foot-hesls
souvenirs of the police and the coro'
ners jury, the room stood as captain
Hanska left it for his long journey
Dust, which was smut in the corners
and an impalpable film on the furnl-
ture, lay over everything. The neal
and fastidious Rosalie made gestures
of displeasure with her fingers am
| drew away her skirts. On the table
| lay outspread the photographs, the
souvenirs of five oceans, the extra
knife, which Lawrence Wade admit
| ted that he delivered to Captain
Hanska. The bed was as Rosalie had
seen it on the night of the tragedy
the sheets and quilts turned back as
! though one had risen quietly and
naturally. It was to the bed that
/ Rosalie turned her first attention. 1t
stood against the wall. Its head es-
capped the swing of the door by a few
| inches; its foot was near that south
window which opened on the sire-
escape. Rosalie went over it min
utely, observing everything. At the
foot of the white couhterpane her
eyes stopped--stopped and rested.
Its spotted" she said almost un-
der her breath.
Inspector MCGEE looked also.
Nothing special" he replied. This
Mrs. Moore wasn't a good house
keeper"
REST of it's clean enough, barrin'
the dust" said Rosalie LIE Grange,
land those spots is water, not dirt
water on starched stuff always looks
that way-just crinkly-like 1t
needed ironing"
Martin McGee considered.
That's easy said be- They
opened the window. It was raining,
wasn't it? Well, the rain came in
and stained it,
81 suppose so, said Resale; but
she made a minute examination. Let
us violate for a second the privacy
of her mind. Dear old dope1 it was
saying, ''he hasn't thought to look
into the weather that night. He
don't know it had cleared up and
stopped raining for good when I came
into the house; and ] saw them open
the windows myself"
WELL" she said aloud, that's all
for the bed. Now let's see the furni-
ture an his clothes an everything"
1t was half an hour before Rosalie
finished her search of the room. She
went over it inch by inch, her lips
pursed. her hands making quick fiut-
ters of disgust over the dirt and dis
order. She spoke little, and then as
though to herself Inspector MCGEE,
finally, gave up following her swift
movements, mental and physical, and
rested himself in a Morris chair. His
was life of grim hard things; these
surroundings, depressing even to
Resale, were to him part of the days
work And so he fell to watching not
the search of evidence but the figure
of Resale LIE Grange. Martin Nc
Gee. untutored in esthetics, did not
know that there is one beauty of
youth and another of maturity; that
there is one glory of rudy
young skin, bright with new
blood, and another of faded
skin; that the soul which
shines out through mature flesh may
be more disturbing to the thoughts of
man than young flesh itself. Had
you asked him. he would have lin
tied all beauty in women to the TWEEN
ties, or at least to the early thirties.
He was unaccustomed to self-analy-
sis, to psychological musings of any
kind; and the mood which blew in
upon him was strange to his nature.
There was something pleasing, and
more than pleasing, about this woman
here. He remembered how she had
appeared to him ten years ago, when
she began flashing in and out of his
life. He had been sitting in another
house of murder, and he had seen her
cross the street. He had marked her
then as "a peach"--a little too plump
for his idea of beauty, but pretty
nevertheless. She had brown hair
then; and those big gray eyes. The
eyes remained as they were, but there
was a foam of white across her hair.
The face had fallen into delicate
ridge here and there. though massage
had taken care of the wrinkles,
which showed not as yet. Her
lis vi o ldo biOduClcQ iAltiC
yet she still bore it wonderfully
The skin of her long plump hands
had begun to gather about the
knuekles. And still-she appealed ID
him as she had never appealed in
those first days. He had no great
amount of imagination, bul what he
hal scared and took dight. suppose
then when they were both Young
The flight stopped here; tie bird
of imagination futtered 20 earth,
killed by an arrow of memory. This
was-had always been-a medium, a
professional fakir. In their early ac-
ouaintarce she had dup-d even him.
She was next door to crook, and
he dwe,t so close to crooks as 10
have his tolerations, n,t also his
prcjud.ces. No, she wasn't the kiu6
for man. But it was pity. The
broad, sturdy police hosp n 81 Mar
tin MCGEE heaved wita sigh. A
pity' How pretty she was there,
knitting her brows ana letting neI
dimples play sobe.,ly with her
thought as she turned ana returned
an old coat! And what n:l.d She