The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-06-18
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By SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS
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Copyright. 1912. by the Bobhu-MsrrilR
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curled hair. The left side was un- marked. The eyes were closed and the mouth was slightly open, showing a glint of gold amid very white and regular teeth. An expression of dead ly terror distorted the face. Professor Kent bent closely over it.
 That's strange very strange he murmured- It should be peaceful"
 'But look at the handF' cried Jar wis
 Here, indeed, was the astounding feature of the tragedy, the aspect that brought Kent to his knees, the more closely to observe. The body lay twisted slightly to the right, with the left arm extended The left wrist was enclosed in a light rusted handcun to which q chain was fastened At the end of the chain was the companion cuff, shattered, evidently by a power full blow, and half buried in the sand As Kent leaned over the corpse a fat, powerful, grizzled man with a metal badge on his shirt front pushed for ward.
 Them's cast iron cungs,' 's he an- nounced- .'That kind ain't been used these forty years z
 in lem nowadays7'' asked some one in the crowd.
 ttAn' what kind of a seaman'd be putting of lem on a ladyss wrdst7s growled a formidable voice, which Kent, looking up, perceived to have come from amid a growth of heavy white whiskers, sprout1ng from weather furrowed face,
 "Seafaring man, aren't youT' in quired Kent
 +.No more. Fifty year of it, man nm boy, has put me in hRrbor."
 That's Sailor smith," explained Jar wis.
 'sdr. Smith, will you take look at those IashingB and tell me whether in your opinion they are the work of a saalor5'' asked Kent.
 The old hands fumbled expertly. The old face puckered.- Judgment came forth presently.
 sgrhe knots is well enough. The 1ashin's a passable job. What gifts me is the rope
 ssWelI, what's wrong with the rcpe1''
 'sNothin' in pertic'ler. Only I don't knew what just that style of rope would be dofn' on shipboard unless it was to hang the old mans wash on.''
 "suppose we lift this grating" Kent suggested, ito see whether a ships name is stamped somewhere on it. 2
 He heaved the woodwork up on edge and held 1t so, while eager eyes scan- ned the under part. Murmurs of dis appointment followed. In these Kent did not join He had inserted a finger in a crevice of the splntered wood and had extracted some small object which he held in the palm of his hand. ex- amining it thoughtfHlly-
 'TWot ye got there7'' demanded the sheriff
 Professor Kent stretched out his hand. disclosing small grayish ob- Ject-
 T should take it to be the cocoon of ephestia kuehniella,' he announced. 'It's a species of grain moth.''
 .sOhr' grunted Schlager. You're a bug collector, eh ?p
 ''Exactly,' answered the other, trans ferrdng bis trove to his pocket.
 Thereafter he seemed to lose inter- est in the center of mystery. with dra awing to some distance he paced up and down the shore.
 Nearer and nearer to high water mark his pacing took him. Presently he was scanning the tangled debris that the highest tide of the year had heaped up almost against the clinfs foot. When he rejoined the crowd it had suffered the loss of one of its component parts, the sheriff. Conjec- tNre was buzzing from mouth to mouth as to the od1ciaPs sudden defectdon.
 Whatever it was he got from the pocket" Kent heard one of the men say, cit started him quick"
 Looked to me like an envelope" " hazarded some one
 '.No.' contradicted Sailor Smith: <raper would have been all puIped up b ><he water
 Naked handkerchief, maybe sug gested another.
 Like as not" said Jarvis .sYou bet that Len Schlager figured 1t out there was somethin' in it for him anyways. could see the money gIeam in his eye.'
 That's right, too,i' confirmed the old sailor. "He looked just like. that when he b1sught in that half wit peddler. thinIzin' he was the thousan' dollar re- ward thief last year"
 Professor Kent advanced and bent over the manacled corpse.
 Have to ask you to stand back, per fessor,D said Jarvis. Liens appointed me special dep'ty till he comes back"
 ssWonder if Len knowed the corpse7" suggested somebody in the crowd
 ''Ten you who did if he didn't" said another man.
 .fWho, then?'
 'sEIder Try Dennett. Didn't none of you hear about his meetiH up with strange woman yestiddy evenin'7" sssshucksl This couldn't be that wo- man," said Jarvis. How'd she come to be washed ashore from a wreck be- tween last night and this morning."
 How'd she come to be washed ashore from wreck anyway" coun- tered Sailor Smith. "The' ain't been no storm for a week, an this body ainyt been dead twenty-four hours.
 ssIt plumb beats me,'' admitted Jar vfa