Bisbee daily review., 1914-10-13
CHAPTER XIV.
On the Trail of the Quarry

mother were becoming very dim with age Her old key
 of Heaven" was now replaced by volume Of prayer in much heavier type. and she wore glasses during her almost constant devotlons. As the detective captnln in charge Of the homicide bureau at headquar- ters, Kearney found even less time to turn his thoughts away from the business of man hunting He had de veloped some excellent sleuths and was beginning to feel pleasure in watching them advance under his guidance and training
 Kearney's only recreation was still bis home. and the sound of bis moth. CTS voice. with its pleasing bit of brOgue. was his only music. But as the burden of her years became heav- fer the strength Of her mind was sap ped slowly, gradually. She would for get things that had happened only an hour before and remember things wildly and suddenly that had happen ed years and years past
 Sometimes her tongue would wag. She would wander from subject to subject in seemingly interminable mOnologues. Her old cronies tried in vain to stop the flow of her garrulity, so that their own tongues might wag, but they had to give 1t up and so they called less frequently.
 But Mike the apple of her eye. to whom she was an the world. never ceased to pretend to be interested as be sat with her in the sunny window of her spotless kitchen
 Now I remember very we'll" she droned with quavering voice one evening, without specific reference to any one in particular "I remember very well that she was quite a fine lady wasn't she. MikeT
 She was that, mother" replied the son, dragging at his pipe "She was grand lady"
 No not at all grand" she protested, Tor she wasn't of the Tyalty kind. She was quiet and nice and dressed so simple, was the old lady whose son was sint up"
 The subject of her wandering gossip and remlniscence changed. and she babbled on. Kearney settled down to read his afternoon paper as she talked.
 Her voice and her constant loving kindnesses were all that he had in life besides his job. As he noticed that her mind was wandering 10 an unusual degree a touch of fear crept into his heart He asked himself what would Nuh hf. other woman take her place? He hunched himself in hls chair. a sign of his uneasiness.
 Kearney had decided on spring for his vacation time During pleasant weather murder, like hydrophobia, is rare. He told himself that after his vacation he would never leave his mother again. He had arranged for one of her cronies to care for her until his return.
 Kearney had made up his mind to take trip south. He had clew, after ten years of patient waiting, that was worth looking up. The change might do hlm good. and at the same time he would have something to occupy his mind.
 Some one had placed a headstone on the grave of the mother of James Montgomery. Some one was paying the keeper of the cemetery near Hyack to weed the little plot and keep 1t bright with flowers.
 Careful inquiry had shown him that save for her convict son. Mrs. Mont gomery had left no relatives. The cemetery keeper had been cautiously questioned. He said that through the uails had come first SiOO in cash with a typewriter note to the effect that a friend of the Montgomery family desired the grave marked. AfterWard came other sums to pay for keeping sp tue plot e The pOstmark on these anonymous communications was "Greenville, 8. l O."
 kearney desired to go to Greenville ! and get in touch with the postal au- thOrities there.
 Another letter would be mailed from that toWn to Nyack. He would take