Bisbee daily review., 1914-11-21

Have you any idea how the poor chap met his death?" he queried.
 'Nes.' was the prompt reply. He vas struck over the head with some kind of blunt instrument lt is pretty certain that only one of the blows the one on the temple--could have proved fatal; the other-right behind the left ear-mlght have stunned him or produced inconsistencies. But as to who did it--there's the question. There are some extraordinary features about this murder. Mir Van Vechten." Rudolph Van Vechten rose and walked over 10 a front window.
 Come here" he invited Mir. Flint. And then. after the latter had quietly Joined him, he nodded toward Number 1913.
 See that house across the way We'll. less than two minutes before my friend and l came up with the poor chap lying in the alley, he emerged from there. l am pretty certain, too that his departure was accompanied by some sort of fracas-before the door was opened. you know
 The network of wrinkles marked a narrowing of the gray eyes, while Mir. Flint subjected the unprepossessing facade to a long. searching scrutiny.
 Then" he said at last, you were following him Why? Surely, not out of idle curiosity?'
 The young man shrugged his shoul- ders. "Sit down." he curtly bade, re- suming the seat he had occupied ear Her in the day. while Mir Flint sank into the one lately occupied by Tom Phinney. If you can make anything of what I have to ten you, you are welcome to it."
 He began with as much of Number 1313s history as he knew. and. with but two reservations, recOunted every thing down to the moment that he and Tom rushed from the club to overtakt the man killed at the alley intersec ton.
 The detective listened with marked but respectful attention, not once in terrupting the recital. And when Val Vechten had finished. MT. Flint asked a single question. His preoccupie' look remained upon Number 1913.
 Has it occurred to you," he said with thoughtful deliberation, "to won der where the murderer came from ?- and whither he fled ?"
 Van Vechten sat silent, unmoving his face a mask Involuntarily now his mind once more fashioned a ma of tho neighborhood-one that carrie the fatal alley straight behind tn house across the way.
 CT mentioned" Mr Flint was pursJ ing, that this case offered some rati CT extraordinary features. So fal quite the most extraordinary is that man was struck down on a populou thoroughfare, in broad daylight, an nobody saw the actual deed. Beside the newsboy, there was a lady almoi directly across the street from tn alley, who witnessed from a windo the man sink to the walk. But sh saw no one running from the scene
 "Perhaps," muTmured Van VeChte -"perhaps no one did"
 "Ah-to be sure" observed MT. Fin smoothly. "A crowd gathered vel quickly, I believe; what was easi' than to remain and mingle with il An old trick, Mir. Van Vechten."
 That young man did not meet u swift oblique glance that swept h immobile features Mir Flint roI slowly. and stood irresolutely fnge ing his hat. He was again absent contemplating the Silent House. Aft a moment his eyes crinkled in a smil He said softly
 CT see, MT Van Vechten, that q same thought has come to both of uI
 And before departing he bestowed final reflective nod upon Number l3l